Saturday, April 11, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Relapse and Relax: Time Travel Paradox Lord When by John Pirillo
Relapse and Relax: Time Travel Paradox
Lord When
by John Pirillo
"What you need, Binky." Lord When told his
faithful robotic companion. "Is a fresh outlook on the universe."
Binky wagged his glowing electronic tail and his bionic
brain breathed in a fresh sheaf of nanobites to feed his huge brain, which was
situated partially in Lord When's world and partially in a time space continuum
that ran parallel to it. It was the only place he could safely backup and
sustain his massive computing power.
"That doesn't computer."
Lord When adjusted their time ship and eyed Binky sternly.
"Ever since we left that last planet you've been like a rabbit with a bug
up its tail. What's eating you?"
"Nothing is eating me. That doesn't compute."
"Then compute this. You need to relax and let go,
before you have another one of those Time Relapse and God already knows how
many adventures we've had to go on to sew up those rips in time."
"Computes, but irrelevant."
Lord When, who was just a bit over twenty at the time and
feeling closer to a million, rubbed his tired eyes and slid his long legs up
over the co-pilot chair to get a better fix on his buddy, Binky. The bionic
dog, more neutrons, and electrons than physical, had the general shape of a
very nice Labrador, but with glowing eyes and glowing tail. He even barked when
it suited his mood, though the last time he barked, it took down a whole forest
and they had to hightail it into space and time before the natives could skewer
them with massively wicked pitch forks.
"It's this way, Binky." He said after a bit of
thought. "I didn't pick this job."
"Computes."
"But I do it as best I can. Right?"
"Computes."
Yes. But what doesn't compute is when we never stop to just
relax, instead of waiting for another one of those Time Fluxes made by those
crazies from the twenty-fifth century to wade into our time stream and jam
everything up all the way back to the Ice Age.
"Computes."
"Right, then what's the problem with a little kick back
time. Some game playing. Catch a few of the new Avengers movies, maybe Star
Wars 100?"
Binky made what was unmistakably a sighing sound. "If I
have to listen to one more hour of those dreadful bedeepabeep sounds from R2-D2,
I'm going to turn into a black hole."
Lord When laughed. "I got just the solution for you
then."
Lord When slid his cowboy hat back from his blonde haired
forehead and whacked the control stick into the middle, hurling the time ship
backwards in time and space.
"What are you doing, young When?"
"Fixing things." Lord When answered obliquely.
=========================================================================
Timmy and Chandler were having a great time in the small
creek that meandered for miles behind their Dad's property. They spent
countless hours exploring its depths for catfish, frogs, tadpoles, worms,
snakes, chameleons and whatever else they could find that wouldn't bite back or
sting them, though they had managed to get a few wasp stings on their last
little trip. Both of them still had bandages on the swelling that had caused on
their necks.
"Just look at the fish." Chandler cried out,
kicking his naked feet into the cold waters rolling down towards the lake
further down.
"Next summer they'll be huge." Timmy agreed.
"Big enough to eat."
No sooner did those words leave his mouth than all the fish
shot off like a rocket downstream, leaving a stream of bubbles behind them.
"You've frightened them." Chandler accused.
"Well, they would taste good."
Then the trees to their right seemed to bend so low as if to
look like they were bowing to the boys and a very strange barbell shaped vessel
spun from nowhere into view and settled in front of them. It sat there spitting
off steam and smoke from various vents about its body, then a hatch popped in
its side and Lord When stepped out. He dipped his cowboy hat to them. "Hope
I didn't frighten you?"
"Nope." Chandler replied. "Doctor Who does
that kind of thing all the time on TV."
Timmy giggled.
Chandler eyed him. "What's so funny?"
"Doctor Who's not real."
Then Binky came out of the ship, not walking, but floating
on a soft cloud of nanolight particles.
"Hello, I am Binky!"
Both boys shot to their feet and ran forward.
Binky tried to retreat, but the boys had their arms around
him before he could escape.
"What a cool dog you have!" They cried out as they smothered a resigned Binky to their love.
Binky gave Lord When a helpless look, then his tail sagged
and he dropped slowly to the ground.
========================================================================
The time vessel shot towards the distant star cluster of
Procyon, where a triple binary star with amazing brightness and colors dwelled.
They had heard about a native species there that could travel through time and
space without the use of any kind of device.
Binky sat in the co-pilot chair, his eyes blinking as they
neared the cluster.
"You're quiet, Lord When."
"Thinking cap is on."
"Does not compute. You are always thinking, cap or
not."
Lord When slid off the couch behind the pilot's seat and
dropped into it. He slid his cowboy cap on and smiled at his friend. "So
you have to admit our visit back earth did you a world of good."
"Does not compute. I did not like it."
Lord When slapped Binky on his back and Binky gave him a
stare that only a human might.
Obviously annoyed.
"My annoyance buttons are mounted there and you
deliberately annoyed me."
"As you me, little feller."
Binky eyed Lord When thoughtfully a moment.
"You are doing..."
"A joke."
Lord When sighed and put his cowboy booted feet up on the
control panel and slid his cowboy hat over his eyes. "Wake me up, when you
get a sense of humor."
"That does not computer."
Lord When laughed. "Guess I'm in for a long snooze
then."
Lord When shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Someday Binky would develop a sense of humor. After all, he
did have feelings; they were just...well...rough. He could wait. He heard the
time ship slip into neutral as it dropped into orbit about the star cluster.
After all, they had all the time in the world. He yawned once, then drifted off
to sleep, remembering the good old days when he was just a young man hoping for
better times and a little adventure. Poor Binky, he just didn't computer what
he had just done. He didn't realize that Chandler was himself a long, long time
ago in another time, another place where he might have grown up happy and safe.
Might have beens. The greatest relapse a man could ever live.
In his dream he saw himself as he might have become and then
he laughed. He liked what he HAD become. Screw the past! The present was always
better in the long run.
Lady of the Mist Book Preview Trailer
Lady of the Mist is another attempt to put together a pleasing book preview video.
Story:
Rick is a recluse. Withdrawn from the world he lives high on top a mountain with his dog, Renty. The loss of his mother was more than he could bear. But one day everything changes for him when a beautiful woman appears to him, not in a vision, but in real life. She touches him and transforms everything he has known to be true.
But then she vanishes, as suddenly as she came, a lady of the mist, a vision, an angel maybe that has come to give him purpose once more.
Now he is abandoning his life as a recluse to discover the secret of the visions she gave him of the future and to see what she meant when she called him "Seeker."
An exciting romance of the spirit and heart has been crafted to guide the reader into an adventure of the soul that will both uplift and entertain them. Come on an adventure whose end is the very meaning of life itself!
Purchase now on Amazon for 99cents!
FEATHERS...a 3D Scultpure.
FEATHERS
A 3D Scultpure created by altering the textures of several elements, then combining them and twisting, altering and extruding them in as many ways as possible.
Sometimes I'll do a thousand variations before I choose one to post. I hope this summer to put them into the animations they were intended to be with my music and post them.
Enjoy!
John
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Merlin "Indigo, the Color of Magic John Pirillo a mystical tale of magic and fantasy
Merlin
"Indigo, the Color of Magic
John Pirillo
"It is often said that the greatest and most powerful
magic is that which comes from the heart."
-- Merlin --
His first memory of the other world was one of a great
droning kind of sound. It was enticing like a magnet draws iron filings to its
core. He was drifting in a cosmos of speckling light, dazzled by its beauty and
lulled by the harmonics of its gentleness. He had no reason to be anywhere, to
do anything. He only had the need to exist. To flow wherever the great River of
Life took him. Not a straggler in the currents, tossed against the hard rock's
of humanity, but an eagle soaring high above the weights and uncertainties of
life as we know it.
So it's no wonder that his first thought when awakened from
that vast, soothing current of peacefulness was...
"I am Merlin Indigo of Ambrosia. I am the high flying
Eagle, firm of purpose, powerful and wondrous to behold." He stated,
mimicking the tall tree that bent over him and chided him for speaking like a
child. He was a child. A very small one. Not so small, but small enough to
qualify him as a genuine squirt of a human. Though some might say Elf, because
his ears strayed a bit too far from the sides of his head, and were a bit too
pointy for their satisfaction. But no one every spoke their complaints out
loud. No, he had to hear them in his mind. Always over and over, the same
things.
"What manner of
creature is this that can talk to trees, flowers and skies?"
"How can he
possibly know it's going to rain right now, and then it does?"
"He's too small
to even grasp a magical staff, and yet he can weave spells like a threader with
a loom. He's impossible."
"Impossible."
"Just a
child."
"He can't be of
magic yet. Or at all. He's just a human. Or maybe mostly."
Yes, it was the same drivel over and over until his poor
tiny mind, or big mind if you could measure such as his, was tinkling with
noises and prattles, complaints and overtures until his cherubim little body
wanted to sprout real wings and fly away like his pet eagles did.
And that was another thing. How could a mere child. And a
boy at that manage to tame a full grown eagle, let alone a baby? Those were the
endless squirts of information and gripes he had to endure day after day, hour
after hour, and yet even through all of that grueling mind work, he managed to
exhibit an exemplary temperament, or perhaps it was in spite of it. He didn't
know anymore.
He was growing up now. He was almost ten years old, or was
it nine, or eight. He couldn't remember because no one would dare to tell him.
Mother Tree had forbidden them to age him in any way, saying it would ruin his
wonderful mind.
"Ha!" He spit out at the frog gathered on its
webbed feet before him.
"Ribbit!" The frog replied eagerly, sensing he
might be in for another handout.
Whenever Merlin was aggrieved or angry with someone, which
was usually himself, he would wander down to the Lilly Pond or Frog Pond as Mother
Tree called it and feed the frogs crumbs from his breakfast or dinner. He never
ate it all, which might explain as he grew older why he lost his cherubim form
and became more like a beanstalk, lean and wiry, muscular and dense, as opposed
to rolly poly and fat like Gnome Brown was, who lived under Mother Tree's home
in his tiny apartment made from sea shells and mouse glue.
Today he was mad mostly because Papa Tree had been scolding
him for being human, saying he wasted too much time playing with the buds and
the sprouts, and not enough time on his education. If he was going to grow up
to be a proper tree and stay in his place, he would need to reach out in more
directions, stretch himself. Which in this instance meant standing in all kinds
of preposterous positions with his legs and arms spread out like a wildly
growing Thumble Brush.
He never complained. His father just didn't understand why
he couldn't grow leaves and branches like all his other children who came back
to visit his forest from time to time. Nanever Forest was in the Realm of
Fairie, to the Southern Southern portions, where the Great Melts met the Frozen
Wastes. And fragile, so fragile because of its precarious balance between
extreme cold and the ever budding spring of the Great Melts, which kept all
life perpetually growing.
It was rumored, by his father and mother he remembered that anyone
who drank of the Great Melts would never die, but live forever. But like all
rumors that floated through Nanever, he gave it little thought. But in those
days he didn't give much of anything a lot of thought. He might have had a
great mind, but his heart tended to overrule it most of the time and ride his
emotions into one spread of experience into another, like a river seeping into
the sea endlessly, endlessly.
"Father." He asked Father Tree one morning as he
stood on his right foot alone, both his arms at opposite angles, and fingers
trying to do the same, but not so successfully. "Is it true what some of
the Gnomes say?"
"What would that be child of thunder?"
It was his favorite name for him. Child of thunder, because
they had found him in a thunder storm, wailing so loud that even the thunder
couldn't drown him out. Though his mother had been more specific and claimed he
had come down from heaven on a thunderbolt of light that split the forest in
two.
He didn't know who to believe when he was told that yarn,
and chose to just ignore it as was his nature with rumors and fantasies. Like
the idea that there were humans out there somewhere warring with each other
over food and drink. He couldn't begin to imagine such a thing, so he set it
aside for a day of pondering, which he seldom got to.
It wasn't that he wasn't a wise child. For most children are
wise to the extent that they are quite malleable and accepting, he just wasn't
a very patient one when it came to the truth. Truth had to be spooned to him on
a platter of hard rock stone, with it nailed down by green sprouts or he didn't
believe it.
Father Tree had taught him that way of truth. And he clung
to it. He would never forget the teachings of his parents, Father and Mother
Tree. He had learned as he got older that both had been alive before the Great
Movement that had separated Fairie from mankind, separating the dross, but
heavy lands of humanity from the Light and heavenly lands of Fairie. The mortal
from the immortal.
It was rumored. Those dratted rumors he swore beneath his
breath. It was rumored that all of life had once been immortal but ten men and
ten beings of earth, rock, stone, wood and petal had rebelled against the
Creation, the One Light and caused a battle for dominance of the elements and
the world itself.
It had divided in time the spirits of man from their very
own bodies, sending many of them into an animal like state, before the more
loving brethren of Fairie had taken pity on them and helped them to find their
spirits once more. It had been a long and arduous process, and he had heard
that at one time the entire world had been conjoined as one land mass, but the
battle had severed the land mass into giant masses moated by huge seas of
water. He didn't know if that was true, for he had seen no more water than he
could find in Nanever, which was usually more than enough for his needs...a
drink, a bath, a swim, splashing water into the petals of his friends, and the
sprouts of his other friends.
Even the Tree Children played in the abundance of water that
was readily available. It was there one day as he was holding a frog in the
palm of his hands, studying it, as it sunned itself there, that he learned that
in the world of man water was not always readily available and man strove
against man to secure it from the other. Killing each other.
When they said the word "killing" the entire
forest became as quiet as the first whisper of spring and toadstools hid
beneath their tops, Gnomes closed their tiny trapdoors and spouts drooped
beneath the earth to hide their ears.
But today he was just sitting on his usual perch above Frog
Pond, counting how many leaps it would take his favorite frog friend to cross
the lilies in the water. Herkie. He had
named him after a large Brownie that lived in the huge Sunflower beside the
pond. Herkie had taken but two hops.
The other froggies had taken a minimum of four to five.
He had applauded when Herkie reached the other side, causing
the rest of the frogs to start croaking in alarm, until he spoke to them calmly
and told them they were all quite good at being frogs and had no reason to be
frightened or alarmed.
Immediately, they had settled down on their favorite lily's
waiting for tasty bugs to waft their way for lunch.
He stood up on his perch and admired his form in the
rippling waters of the pond. He now stood about five feet tall, which he was
told was small for a tree, but he ignored it knowing full well that known he
had known so far exceeded his height by more than ten feet. Surely he would
catch up all in one spring, as had so many of his other Tree friends.
So ignoring his slim, short body he began practicing his
stretches to make himself strong enough to become a full grown tree. Little did
he know at that time that he would never become a tree, nor reach fifty feet
tall, but would instead top off at a meager six and a half feet or so.
Such is the fate of a Merlin.
PInk Frosting 3D Fractal
I call this the Pink Frosting. It looks good enough to eat in a bizarro kind of way, maybe like Bizarro himself from the Superman DC Comic series wouldn't have relished.
I played with this texture, fractal substance quite a while to finally mold it into this composition.
The fun is in the experimenting for me.
The final product means time for the next one.
Enjoy.
John
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
The Fairy Lights...a wonderful illustrated fairy tale.
As most of you know and are probably still going through our economy was tanked by a bunch of greedy Wall Street banks and types and most money went away, as well as jobs, peoples homes, credit, and so on.
Well, my funds for making the movie dried up, but I never stopped loving the characters and still love them very, very much.
The Fairy Lights is an attempt on my part to at least get part of the movie out to the public. It is focused as a picture book, and loaded with very high quality CGI images...computer generated images...that I designed over the course of years of research and invention.
The story is simple, but great for adults and children. Children will love all the beautiful images and the cute characters.Adults will love the truth of the message and the warmth of it.
The focus of the story is on friendship and what matters the most. Trusting one another and loving one another despite our differences.
It's still on sale at Amazon for a very reasonable price of $2.99.
Purchase The Fairy Lights at Amazon.
The Progressio of a 3D landscape using fractals, extreme textures and extrusions combined with realistic elements.
Thought you might enjoy seeing some of the thinking and experimenting that goes behind
some ideas.
Enjoy
John
P.S.
Each image is actually much larger.
Double click on them to see actual sizes. All images are one after the other as they were created.
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