The 8-bit Fox

The 8-bit Fox has Moved!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Mon, 16 May 2011 16:39:00 +0000

THE FINAL POST

Or rather, the 8-bit Fox is now hexafox!

I now own my own domain! So my blog has moved to hexafox.com/blog.
I'll still be linking to facebook and twitter for all my updates (that's assuming you haven't defriended me because you're sick of seeing my blog updates) so you'll be able to access them from there.

Anyways, I hope that you'll all re-subscribe to my new blog (which you can do on that blog or by clicking here.)

Thanks everyone and here's to three more years of lukewarm blogging! :)

May the 4th Be With You

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Thu, 05 May 2011 01:55:00 +0000

...And yes, that is Darth Vader riding a bear fighting Obi Wan in a clone trooper uniform.

Coming Soon...

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sun, 01 May 2011 13:59:00 +0000

hexafox.com

Ummmm... I'll just put this here.

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 00:30:00 +0000

Sounds of My Childhood

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 02:19:00 +0000

Shivers of nostalgic joy.

Just Because It's Been a While Since I've Posted Something Original...

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 02:58:00 +0000

If You Only Knew the Power of the Dark Side

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 14:37:00 +0000

For My Father

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 19:03:00 +0000

May you sing it for the rest of the day!

My Record is 6.5 Meters. Beat it. I dare you.

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 02:58:00 +0000

http://www.foddy.net/Athletics.html

Poké-rights... not Poké-fights

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 03:17:00 +0000

...It takes Master Balls to do the right thing...

What could it be...?

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 05:01:00 +0000

So if the Secret Life of the American Teenager is to be believed, teenagers are big fans of...?

Tangerine Love

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 23:06:00 +0000

Why, oh why do I want to learn how to paint! (But not quite enough to actually learn.)

Super Organism

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 14:14:00 +0000

Ok, insects give me the willies. Especially spiders.

And ants happen to look a lot like spiders, BUT! watching this documentary was absolutely worth it. I was previously unaware that:

some ants tend and grow fungus gardens
some ants herd domesticated aphids and mealybugs (making humans and ants the only creatures that have domesticated livestock)
ants communicate via invisible chemical trail
ants can raid freaking BEEHIVES!
ants can carry 100 times their weight while walking upside-down on GLASS!
the ant males' sole purpose in life is reproduction
some anthills are essentially the insect equivalent of the Great Wall of China
and TONS more!

If you happen to have 53 minutes and 20 seconds free today, watch this! (And if you only have 3 minutes and 16 seconds available today, watch this.)

Ma' Favorite Poem of the Day

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 16:56:00 +0000

Snake
by D. H. Lawrence

A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.

In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before
me.

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of
the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
i o And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.

Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second comer, waiting.

He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.

And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.

But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?

Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured?
I felt so honoured.

And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid, you would kill him!

And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.

He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.

I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste.
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.

And I thought of the albatross
And I wished he would come back, my snake.

For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.

And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.

1923

A Happy Pi Day to All

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 03:55:00 +0000

And to all a good night!

Hey! Listen!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 16:23:00 +0000

I've been finding wonderful things on the Interwebs in the last 24 hours and this is no exception. 80's teen movies and an NES game? Ummmmmmm... Yes, please!

...Cannot Contain... Awesomeness...

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 04:43:00 +0000

Thoughts and Prayers Are Awesome, But...

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 02:23:00 +0000

The American Red Cross has set up a special designation for disaster relief efforts in Japan. To donate, text REDCROSS to 90999 to instantly donate $10.
(After the initial text, they asked for a reply text of YES to confirm.)

And let's keep sending our love to those affected by the earthquake and tsunami.

You Go Girls!

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 00:40:00 +0000

This is all kinds of awesome. Go barrier-breaking feminist vision!!!

Editor in Chief

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 23:30:00 +0000

I am taking an advanced editing class this semester and we were given the task of creating a study guide for the Theatre Department that didn't... suck. No offense to anyone who had a hand in designing study guides for previous productions, but they all had that "I designed this in Wordperfect for Relief Society" kinda feel to them.

So as a class, we were to make, from scratch, a study guide that looked professional, that enlightened the audience, and kept them from walking out of the show. I'm certain that the production will be brilliant, but I would not blame anyone for walking out of Waiting for Godot, (which, obviously, is the production that we designed the study guide for).

For whatever reason, I was selected to be the Editor in Chief for the project (in reality I made very few executive decisions, preferring instead to work as a team) and my primary role was in graphics creation. I made all of the pictures used in the study guide (with the exception of a conceptual sketch not pictured here). I started in illustrator and made the general shapes and colors (I had chosen to create clockwork illustrations because the production is going to be kind of steampunk-ish and deals a lot with time) and then I imported them into photoshop and made them all rusty and cracked and generally aged.

I posted the graphic on the front page a few weeks ago and decided to do so without explanation because... I was feeling really lazy and frankly didn't feel like explaining the whole project, which I'm repenting of as I write these words. :)

Anyways, I'm super happy with how it turned out, my editing class was awesome to work with on the project. And I'm extremely happy with how all of my images turned out and I'm super stoked that I made them from scratch.

It was a super fun project and I really got to flex my developing design muscles. Let me know what you think!

And if you're near Rexburg, they'll be doing the play early next semester. (You should totally go, if only to grab one of the study guides:)

This is the front cover

And here's a sample of what the interior pages look like

You can barely see this graphic on the interior pages, so I wanted to post it, just cuz

Someday...

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 00:37:00 +0000

...someday I'm going to blog about

my 5 favorite crafting tools
my thoughts about art, specifically modern art
an explanation ~~about what those cogs were~~
my thoughts about BYU and cutting what's-his-name for premarital sex
cool photoshop stuff
my smoldering desire for the new iMacs that haven't been announced yet
my efforts in repainting all the baseboards in my apartment
my doily-bowl
my favorite clothes
my awesome action figures
a cool iPod game
my experience judging the last poet standing
my favorite poems
my favorite books
my favorite movies
my experience in designing a bunch of posters for school

and a bunch of other stuff.

...someday...

Untitled (A Lame Post)

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 15:23:00 +0000

I ask you: is this art?

Does Duchamp get your blood boiling? Why? Or why not?

#1

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 04:15:00 +0000

Photoshopped by me.
Photographed by my wife.

The Tower of Babel

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 04:09:00 +0000

Ok, so I acknowledge the fact that no one has heard of Xenogears and that the only person who'll even know what I'm referring to (and I highly doubt that he'll even remember) is my brother. But I made this in photoshop forever ago and it's always reminded me of the Tower of Babel from Xenogears, not that anyone even knows what I mean.

And it matches my blog's fresh coat of paint!

I'm Sorry, But this is Awesome

noreply@blogger.com (Jeffrey) — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 03:47:00 +0000

So I guess no one's going to mention that awkward cowboy tie he's wearing...