Yet another day of barely any sleep and lots to do! I discovered that if you make a program which draws red 3D spheres and the radius is abs(sin(t)), they pulse and look somewhat gross. Also, I'm starting to look astoundingly familiar. The server at Charlie's certain thought so, so I told her that I used to work there. I read about quadrics and display lists. I'm always on the lookout for new ways to make pulsing, red, disgusting balls. For a while, I thought I'd see if I could figure out how the IP encryption scheme on Gus's Online Community worked, but after I posted from two different computers and checked the resulting string, it suddenly stopped working for me. If it is a one-way hash type deal, I'm wasting my time, of course. But the difference between the two strings I managed to get are mathematically correlated, so there's a possibility it is relatively simple. Actually, I'm still wasting my time. What possible use does this information have? I can figure out the IP addresses that people are posting messages from, oooh. Duh

Last midnight was graphics programming. Tonight is music programming. What I've got going here is a cover of a Ben Daglish song, Artura, and an original song with A LOT OF SIDSTATION.

Artura A cover song. (848k mp3)	Average A original song. (752k mp3)

It takes a lot of effort to keep working on a song until it's actually completed. This is why I have a shoebox full of floppy disks with half-completed MODs on it. I am looking forward to, one day in the future, having a shoebox full of CDs full of 45 second song ideas. One of the projects each person in the band is supposed to be doing in the next couple weeks is making a song up, words-first. That is, sitting there like a fucking mental retard singing directionlessly and out loud in your house until you make up a completely original tune that stands on its own with no instruments. Only THEN are you allowed to add other instruments. It's been pretty weird, singing in my house. I don't like it at all. I'll be doing okay, then I'll hear someone walking around upstairs, and I KNOW they can hear my caterwauling face. Gyah.

The point of the exercise is to come up with some catchier vocal lines. The words are the emotional focus of the song, and I feel like our lyrics, or at least our vocal melodies, have been weak.

Sigh. Folks, I'm just doing my best, and if that's not good enough, I'll do it again, except NAKED