"Big ups" as they say to Assnuggets for bringing me some smores!

The first rule of blender and art: There are no rules. Only victory or failure.

My hands are stained with blender's blood this day, and my tongue is cooled with its anguish.

My hands are stained with blender's blood this day, and my tongue is cooled with its anguish.

Blender crashed my computer. You know, I was just going to remesh this thing and call it a day. But it clearly hasn't learned its place. So we're going right to the end!

I can keep this fight up aaallll day, Blender. You do NOT know what you are dealing with.

GN. Mi done for the day.

Time to give blender its morning beatdown

Yes. It is finally completed. (Well ok, the non-clear parts need some supports to keep them at the appropriate size... theoretically anyway.) Next year I'll try to get some clear green stuff!

Hang on... stop the presses... I need to spit the little scarf that he's wearing. Ok, so we're not COMPLETELY done. That can be a task for another time.

Ok NOW we're good. GM

Me before blender...

Me after blender...

the model is putting up one last fight in the slicker software. It's trying to fight like it's the third monkey on the ramp to noah's ark and it's starting to rain.

Unfortunately for this model, I've come too far. I will drag this thing kicking and screaming into the printer

Oh you gotta be fucking kidding.... I have to go in and hollow it out manually.

I was going to be nice and calm about this. But forget it. Let's see some blood!

I can't take this anymore. This model is fighting me every step of the way, and my computer is helping it. I'm going to snap

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? I'M YOUR FUCKING CREATOR!

Get your clear blue ass in that printer. NOW!