when you find that perfect gif but don’t know how to use it
You can reverse the flow of the hotdogs if you concentrate hard enough
oh my god you can
What I find fascinating is that they appear to go in much faster than they come out. Hank, explain this to me using science.
I’m not Hank, but I am an animator.
It’s the wagon wheel effect. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wagon-wheel_effect
Imagine you had a three-spoked wagon wheel and you were trying to figure out how many times per second it was spinning, but you only got three images of that wagon wheel per revolution. Each frame, the wagon wheel might look like it rotated 40 degrees clockwise, but if you “know” that the wagon wheel is actually spinning counter-clockwise, that means it must have rotated 80 degrees last frame to reach the same position.
Your brain is attempting to fill in missing information (since you only have few frames per second.)
This entire animation is only 9 frames, the hotdog positions repeat 3 times during, and the hot dogs are separated by a distance of 9x21 pixels.
The difference between each frame is pretty consistently 1/3 the distance separating the hotdogs (3px right and 7px up). if you pretend that they are going down, that means that each frame has a hotdog moving 2/3 the distance separating the hotdogs (6px left and 14px down). The out-pants speed would be 7.6px per frame and the in-pants speed would be 15.2px per frame.
I hope that helps
uncle whiskey thinks too much of me. I’m a sad sad person. don’t like my things. I’m an ant onto your posts. let me wallow in your waste.
(I liked your last sn. although I do like whiskey too…)
No no NO! None of my followers are ants. You are all INFINITE QUANTUM CLOUD GIANTS.
I’ve been learning to like other whiskies. Irish whiskey in particular has started to win me over, and I’ve been living in the land of Templeton Rye for the last several months, so I’ve been getting quite well-acquainted with that particular tipple.
come to the rye side… it calls,… it calls…
If I can find a rye out on the east coast that tastes as good as Templeton, I may. For the moment, though, there’s still much to explore among the citrus-honey-caramel caverns of the Irish drams!
I’m inspired to pursue some scotch, brb.
Lets have a dystopian future movie where none of the actors are white
Not a single one
There’s just no white people and not a single character questions it
Watch how quickly people notice and get pissed off
but wouldn’t it be better to put one white extra in the far background of a huge crowd shot for a few frames, so we could point to them every time someone gets pissed off?
Why does it have to be a dystopian future?
What about a movie set in the Kenya of the 22nd century, a Kenya that’s a world capital of trade, science, and industry? A Kenya that has built a space elevator at the summit of Kilimanjaro, a Kenya whose city streets are alive with the smells of coffee, soldering smoke, and spices? A Kenya that did everything right that the United States and Europe and northeastern Asia did wrong?
Not a utopia, because those are boring, but a future to look forward to? The dream of Afrofuturism realized, in a believable, but still dreamlike and fantastic way?
And, yeah, while we’re at it, an all-black cast. Because KENYA.
Someone built Metropolis in Africa. That’s the plot of the movie.