deadlines

21st of Jun, 2001ce* in: diary

Today is Thursday, no, its Friday. Wait a minute, whats going on here?
Well - I’ve been in the office for 3 days now, I’ve had about 4 or 5 hours sleep… working on a tight deadline. I would post the work up here but as it happens the client also reads my diary, so I’ll wait a bit.

Neway, can’t come to London until next week now, :( Stuck in japan, what shall I do on my birthday now?

Sulk probably.
I wanted to be in Cornwall, but I have some friends out here - I hope they show me a good time!
I’m too tired to sleep now, all I wanna do is play quake, but its 1pm in the afternoon, why all these people in the damn office!

Furifuri Homepage

19th of Jun, 2001ce* in: furifuri, pixelart, websites

Above showing the sprite sheet for a website I made.

The website can be launched by clicking here, or in the archive below.

Furi Furi are based in Tokyo and design characters for promotional items and games, they aslo have a thiving toy business. While I was working for Furifuri, in a department called DV4, we handled web work and flash animation. This department was disbanded in 2002ce.

heavy work

14th of Jun, 2001ce* in: diary

Its evening and I’m in the bloody office working Tokyo city guide, a prototype broadband website (which will be covered in more detail in the meat section when I get the chance to update)

I’m still having fun here in Tokyo, but things are getting more serious - I have to go back to London on the 22nd to re-anew my flagging visa.
I’d say, anyone who knows me, give me a ring on the 23rd or (my birthday) the 24th.
I’ll be in England for some time, maybe even two weeks. Enough time to forget all the Japanese I’ve learnt perhaps.

dale heads

10th of Jun, 2001ce* in: 3D, illustration

A guy sent me three photos in response to a request I put out on the GTP site for heads back in 2001. I modelled “dale” from these.

I’ve never met this guy, I don’t even know if he uses the internet.

yo momma

6th of Jun, 2001ce* in: diary

What my mum recently said in an email:

Ah! what a brilliant and terrifying invention the airplane is. The world is, as the cliche goes, a very small place. Of the millions of people on this planet, any given two of them at any given time can meet up in any given place, provided that they have both got a watch and a plane ticket. And sometimes, they don’t even know they’re going to meet.

Call me an old hippie, but I find that a bit spooky when you consider the odds.

Mind you; when you’re sitting on the plane with a numb bum and several hours of desert still to fly over, you realise that all this small world business is a load of dingoes kidneys. It’s bloody huge.

yoyogi bear

2nd of Jun, 2001ce* in: diary

The last thing one might expect to find on a Sunday evening is a bunch of illegal raves circa 1988, but thats what I got. In Yoyogi park. Met some decent liverpudlians (people from Liverpool in England) and we took some magic mushrooms together, which were not so expensive and totally legal… unlike my misspent teenage years necking ‘class A’ (10 years in prison) magic mushrooms, but then, they did grow down the road from my house once a year. As some people might know, I know some people, some people know me. The people who I know the best, did a lot of these fungi with myself in Cornwall for many years. So yeah. twas good.

The music and crowds were banging, it really was a retro feeling. Like England before big club events arrived. Although, the police shut everyone down at 10.45pm.

Yo Evisu

1st of Jun, 2001ce* in: diary

Went out with klaus and some other friend of his to a rather strange party that we were invited to but it seemed to be a company party, I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.
Wondered on by myself to a club in a place called Evisu, the club is called Milk and is quite well known in japan… only thing is: it really did suck being by myself in this totally gaijin free environment, well I say gaijin free but I did meet an American. He said that before coming to the Milk club down here I should check the 4th floor and team up with some other people, only thing was that the 4th floor was near enough closed by the time I got there.
Then I couldn’t get back into the Milk.
So I went home.
Milk was tiny anyway, about one eighth the size of an British club. The dance floor was small enough to place into your pocket.