Showing posts with label Reel Pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reel Pop. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2007

Codehunters

Via Steve Bryant's Reel Pop, who lays down the background of the story and production.

"The story: Vigilantes in a failed Pacific Rim state search for the indestructible but hidden remains of Krai, a superbeing who can manipulate DNA and, hopefully, return order to the ruined port city of Lhek."

Worth watching on the official site with better res and bit rate...


...but for now here's the YouTube version.



Just a beautiful piece of animation. I'm looking forward to the possibility of a heap more in the future from this franchise.

Friday, April 20, 2007

What a week!

I'm not even gong to touch the practical upshot of the Virginia Shootings. Enough people doing that already.

Instead, the video player announcements at NAB!






(Wow! That's an overblown hyperlink!!)


On to the RTNDA address at NAB, starring a host of online luminaries. Comments and video follow.




From Steve Bryant at Reel Pop, the question of our time - do we still need a laugh track?


And to finish off the week, a story that I found quite pressing on my view of the world.


"When President Bush ordered troops to Iraq, he probably never imagined that he would be ultimately be responsible for what very well could be the very first D&D convention/game day ever held in a war zone. Ziggurat Con, being held June 9 from 1200 to 2100 hours at Camp Adder/Tallil Airbase, is open to all allied military personnel and civilian contractors in Iraq."

I always felt that one of the things D&D/RPG players were undergoing when they played was a sense of wish fulfillment, i.e. a chance to imagine themselves in dangerous and exotic locations performing feats of daring do for noble causes.

What the hell do a bunch of soldiers in Iraq fighting in the War on Terror need any more of that for? A rethink is in order.

(BTW, try and tear your eyes away from that damned LJ avatar on the top right of the page. Where you been all our lives, boy? Who woulda thunk of it?)