Enter the Saint

My SVG stickman, made to “walk like an Egyptian”

And for my next trick, I’ve decided to up the ante a little bit with my SVG Pyramid animation series (see my other blog for more on this).

Here is the storyboard:

  1. A stick figure (who clearly resembles Eugene Hastain’s stick figure logo for Leslie Charteris’ Enter the Saint) is gliding down a dune on a sandboard.
Leslie Charteris first real Saint book

2. Stickman then glides up, on a curve, an upward sloping dune.

3. He reaches the top of the dune, and flies off into space.

SVG does not support 3-D geometry.

So this will probably take some time to figure out.

As a confirmed eremite, I would rather be playing around with 3-D planes than waste brain cycles thinking about how much I dislike this or that or the other thing, or worry about things that are not in my control.

The only thing that is under my “control” is arranging to leave Gestapo Florida, when the time is right — and never, ever, returning to this vile racist cesspool of a state.

Unfortunately, many are trapped in the quicksand of fascism that is represented by the so-called “red” states — where slavery once held sway, and Jim Crow lives on to this day.

If you are trapped due to personal economics, especially for a prolonged amount of time that begins to feel like a prison sentence, it’s too easy feeling sorry for oneself at how Life can suddenly take a really bad turn — just when you thought you had reached the pinnacle —  and you gradually become a misanthropic hermit, cooking a hairy caterpillar for dinner in the low lands under the gnarled roots of an old tree.

Anomie is deadly at scale.

Justice served

Feeling left out of the great adventure of life that others seem to be having; feeling that you have been kicked in the teeth by the inherent unfairness of your situation; feeling that you have been marginalized beyond redemption; that maybe you should seek revenge; that strangers maybe should pay for what happened to you; because they, for some absurd reason, owe you; feeling that your story was not supposed to turn out this; that there was supposed to be some other, much better outcome (as Eckhart Tolle is fond of lampooning); that you were not meant to end up alone with nothing to show for all the back breaking work you put in — while others (undeserving, without question) won the lottery and moved to splendid palaces filled with wine and song and the sorts of women who marry for money.

Still, some grim satisfaction is to be had in the knowledge that once in a while justice is served to individual psycho racists formerly in power.

I said:  some.

Won’t make that caterpillar any tastier, alas. Especially after reading this horrifying news story.

Chastain’s The Hermit


Getting animated

propeller head
Do you talk geek?

I’m getting rather bored writing about my dog and how Florida sucks or how the world is going to hell or how Delta 8 is so great (it isn’t).

Now that I’m finally getting my COVID shots, I can turn my attention to less self-indulgent pursuits.

If perchance you, too, have any propeller head tendencies, that is to say, an obsessive interest in how, say, browsers work, and in particular, how to program complex SVG animations, you might enjoy reading my other blog.  Just click on the Tech option in the menu above.

You might also want to go to CodePen to read and play around with the actual code that demos my latest series of tech posts:  which is the only way to understand how stuff like this works.


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