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Age/Gender: 14, Male
Location: Minnesota
Job: kid
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THIS ONE HAS BLACK PEOPLE
something that's been bugging me: submissions with easter eggs, and the author comments spell out where the easter egg is and how to find it. IT'S NO FUN IF I KNOW HOW TO GET IT. The best hidden secrets and the like are actually secret, and it's an achievement to find them. I still remember the first easter egg I found-- a staff member's name in the bottom right corner of the screen in one room of The Neverhood (an incredibly fantastic game, btw). I FREAKED OUT IT WAS AMAZING AND IT BLEW MY MIND. Nowadays in these times of FAQs and full-length cheat walkthroughs, the magic of these kind of things is largely gone.
on that note
OK guys, here's the deal. Every now and then I find arguments that have erupted about something I said or even about me as a "flash author" weeks or months after they've died out. I of course don't want to resurrect a dead, worn-out discussion just to put in my two cents and spur further controversy, but If you see some shit goin down, let me know, k? The most recent of these found shenanigans includes this nice quote- "It seems the people who suck the most admin cock and are general assholes are the ones with any publicity. Ansel, I'm looking at you." Now, see, I'd have liked to hear about that in order to deliver an astonishing and witty rebuttal. Or not. Just to know about it would be enough.
TL;DR: Tell me if my name comes up in conversation, k?
I've been thinking a lot about what my life might be like if I didn't have the artistic skill I possess, or even if I was someone completely different. The truth is I can't imagine it at all. Most people I know IRL don't really produce things, they're mostly consumers, and I can't think what living like that would be like. Extravagantly boring, most likely. I mean, in comparison to my action-packed life. I've been in three car chases today fam
Ditched Invertebrata until I find suitable music. Instead I'm making a lovely time-consuming flash about a robot trained to reach a certain object at all costs. Screenshot below. full-screen
Well, it seems that a second larvae movie is what I'll be making next (go watch the first, I'm very proud of it). Much higher-quality, much better done. I had a lot of fun with the first one, and doing a second would be amazing, especially since I now have the whole summer to work uninterrupted. Would you all enjoy that? I'm feeling extremely bored, hot, and unmotivated, but drawing enormous beige crustaceans retains its joy even in the hottest days of June. I would begin working RIGHT NOW were it not for the fact that I need music suggestions. Link to music from the audio portal if you can :D
A larvae game is very stalled in development. There's a good chance it will never be finished, as it was becoming more and more complicated and difficult to make as we worked out the gameplay. If I were you, I'd give up hope of it ever being finished. That way, if it's ever completed, it'll be a fun surprise X3 LOL <3!
I've been kind of making weak stabs at starting something else, but I have no ideas. Well, I do, but for some I require music that doesn't exist yet or I need live sets to film in with REAL CAMERAS or i need to be a programming genius. I just don't want to do anything. I want to sit around and drink soda and play video games. THIS IS THE CURSE OF FREE TIME. All year long at school I wish for summer vacation and long hours of animating, but when the time comes I feel hot and tired and I go and get some zebra cakes.
Minnesota is a fickle land. In the winter the temperature hovers around zero (%u02DAF) every night and in the summer it remains at a solid BOILING. It's easy to warm up, not so to cool down. I require a glass of cold raspberry lemonade to do anything at all.
FUN LINKS WHICH I HAVE BEEN ENJOYING--
http://cute-plush.com/index.htm - adorable hats and shirts and things. I really want to buy one of the pink bunny hats.
http://www.ertdfgcvb.ch/ - many fun shockwave tests.
http://www.vectorpark.com/etc/spider.h tml - this never stops being fun to watch.
NVM I HAVE NOTHING INTERESTING TO SHOW YOU
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here's a nice picture to brighten your day.
Goddammit Newgrounds.
this "game", which I made, passed with a 2.49. I submitted it as an experiment, to see what kind of results I could get based only on my professional-looking author comments (now gone, obviously) and the high-quality, technical-looking preloader. Operating under the complete bullshit pretense that the game needed to load some things from my "website," I pitched the game as an RPG of epic proportions, YEARS in development. IT ISN'T. I'm seriously disturbed by the response to this, and the decent score it achieved despite being an .swf made up of one spinning wheel and some actionscript. Thanks to Zekey, Luis, Fleggin, and others who helped me in my charade. AN ENORMOUS UPPERCUT TO THE JAW to all the idiots who voted without even playing it or without even opening the window.
I realize there's not really anything to be done about this, but I consider my "experiment" a very revealing success. I'm amazed at how stupid some people can be. Despite the fact that a few people actually figured out exactly what I was doing and said so quite plainly in the reviews, a lot of people still numbly tapped out their complaints about the hueg file. Props to the ones who were smart enough to see through it.
In conclusion:
Once again, I didn't make a Pico day movie. I started. I was going to make an awesome dad'n'me music video thing where they just ran around and were awesome. Some great submissions this year, though.
Here's kind of a screenshot from what would've been my movie. Maybe I'll finish it somedayyyy
blog lolololol http://anselng.blogspot.com/
I really wish I was older and more independent. Being able to support myself and have more control over my life, no matter how crappy a job I'd have to get, would be simply FABULOUS. Ah well, 4 more years or so til I can live alone anyway. Right now I'm feeling stifled and oppressed, as cliche as it may seem - I feel like the stereotype of the rebellious teenager. Without the rebellion part. I just smoulder, waiting for the day when i'll GO MAD AND THROTTLE A CHICKEN OR SOMETHING GNASH GNASH
Every day that goes by I wish it was summer, when I will be freed from the stress and anxiety of school and its associated homeworks.
Today I went out and picked up garbage along a river with some other fine upstanding youth. People manage to lose some astounding things in the woods. Someone must have slid off the road or something, because I'm not sure how else a shredded tire and two large rusty pieces of paneling from a pickup would come to rest amongst the dead leaves. Some fisherman is going to be unhappy when he discovers we removed his little padded ottoman from his fishing spot, strewn with empty beer bottles and old plastic containers of nightcrawler worms. I am still not at all sure why there were chunks of asphault laying around either. I returned home tired and muddy and took a nap.
in other news, i've developed these strange little bumps on my neck. I'm not at all sure what they are. I created this dramatic representation. They're not nearly as large or plentiful as I have depicted them, but they are puzzling nonetheless.
Apparently Goldfinger, the band who performed my favorite song ever (99 Red Balloons) is coming here in July or so. This could potentially lead to me going to see them but probably won't. Well, I can dream I suppose
Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich f r schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer htte das gedacht
Da es einmal so weit kommt
Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Luftballons
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