Tuesday, February 22, 5:30 pm: Had third-floor thought, "I need a Web portfolio thingy." Looked up at the ceiling. Pondered. What if the words were stacked like supports and a cutaway of the third floor was on top as a landing page. Hmm. Too messy. What if all three floors were on the left and you just clicked stuff and stuff happened. Took pen to Wacom tablet. Drew initial sketch.
Liked it a lot. Tweaked it a bit. Went downstairs to watch V. Went to bed. In the middle of a terrible book that I'm continuing to read because it makes me fall asleep really, really fast.
Wednesday, February 23, 5:00 am: Played around with the design, coming up with different scenarios. Tried building a mini-version in Dreamweaver to see if I had the technology (I did) and the skills (I didn't) to build it, even as simple as it is. Got frustrated. Got testy. Ate breakfast. Forced myself to jog three miles. Did 200 ab crunches. Ruined ab workout by eating all the leftover pizza. Watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy. Napped with cat.
Same day, 1:30 pm: Pot of coffee. Turned on
Subsonic Radio. Re-started Dreamweaver. Grew frustrated again. Began repeating Mike's motto in head, "Desire. Learn. Do. Desire. Learn. Do." Figured out how it could be accomplished! Built a working mini-version. Did more than I needed because it was so damn fun. Showed Mike when he got home from work. Got a thumbs-up (which is like winning an Oscar). Played around with different clicking scenarios.
Same day, 5:00 pm: Gin and tonic. Printed out thumbnails of all work posted to blog/flickr (and some that was not). Decided on the worthy inclusions. Wrote out exactly what needed to be in the final illustration of the landing page. Created multiple layers just to goof around with ideas because gin and tonic will do that to a person. Went to the first floor to watch Survivor and Modern Family. Bed. Continued reading terrible book.
Thursday, February 24, 4:45 am: Started writing this history so that I wouldn't forget all of the monumental achievements. Created paper prototype since it would be easy to get lost and I couldn't illustrate the final piece without knowing all the details.
As with any project, cat had to come lay on it. It's a given. Unavoidable. Some of you know exactly what I mean.
Ate breakfast. Went for four-mile jog, which included a brief stop at Disneyland to ride Pirates of the Caribbean. Got a lucky shot on my iPhone just as the lightning struck. It's a Disneyland-porn money shot, folks.
Same day, 1:00 pm: Pot of coffee. Subsonic Radio. Made all the connections on the paper prototypes. Adjusted some things, removed others. Created blank objects for future growth and to
irritate intrigue visitors. Really wanted something for the TV icon, but didn't have just the right thing. Saved it for later. Something good will come.
Visited sites that inspire me. (
Grain Edit,
Picture Pig,
Dude Craft,
Passport2Dreams) while the coffee worked its magic. Caught up on my Words with Friends games. (Sorry, everyone! I've totally been doing other things instead of whooping your butts with my vast and superior knowledge of those things you make when you put letters together and stuff.) Tweeted. (
@OnThe3rd) Realized that I was stalling. To start a new project, even a planned one, is scary. Wrote more of this history to avoid starting. (See above.) So I did the only thing that seems to work: I pulled out my copy of
Art & Fear by David Bayles and Ted Orlando and read the first and last sentence of the book.
- First sentence: Making art is difficult.
- Last sentence: In the end it all comes down to this: you have a choice between giving your work your best shot and risking that it will not make you happy, or not giving it your best shot - and thereby guaranteeing that it will not make you happy.
Same day, moments later: Started. Drew the outside and the first floor.
Friday, February 25, 5:00am: Finished the first floor. Drew the second floor. Started the third floor. Then I actually had to clean the real house (yes, all three floors) because house guests were arriving for the weekend. And even though I love them, I will resent their presence if I can't work on this. Stopped at noon to shower and wait for Guest #1's arrival, then it's off to Disneyland for the rest of the rainy day. Sorry, Project. I miss you already!
Saturday, February 26, 11:20 am: Guest #1 is at an all-day conference. Guests #2 and #3 are gone. I'm back to drawing. I thought I'd resent their presence more last night, but the positive number of dirty martinis nullified the negative emotions. Drawing more third floor objects. Mike makes first floor suggestions that will take lots of work, but he is right, so the changes must be made. Have to pee every 20 minutes because of all the water being consumed due to aforementioned gin consumption.
Same day, 3:10 pm: Finished. I think. I may completely re-design the first floor. And I haven't added 'me' behind the computer. But after almost four hours, I've got the vector blues. I've done WAY more work than is necessary and all because of a few tiny fun things I want to include. If I didn't include the tiny fun things, this would have been done already. But I'm oddly satisfied with the extra work because I know the user experience will be much more meaningful with the hidden surprises.
Needed a visual reference for the rain scene. Used Photo Burst on the iPhone and myself as the model. Work it, baby! (The artist suffers so much for his work. I'm in a heavy coat on a beautiful Southern California day.)
Sunday, February 27, 9:30 am: All house guests are gone. Finished the landing page art! Published it to the server! Looks neat! Now I just have to create 52 separate images, 52 html pages, and many hotspots. It's gonna be quite the afternoon.
Same day, 12:02 pm: 7 out of 52 images complete. Doing all the easy ones first. Not sure that's smart.
Same day, 2:36 pm: 45 images complete. Need libation. Immediately.
Same day, 4:30pm: 3 more to go. But these are the most difficult. More libation, please.
Same day, 6:30 pm: Working as to avoid the Oscars. During the telecast, I spend most of the time cringing behind a pillow because I have a hard time watching actors outside of their medium, like turning 21 and seeing your first grade teacher throw back tequila shots at a bar. It's awkward and uncomfortable for everybody.
Same day, 7:25: All html pages created! (Except for the 3 pieces I haven't completed. But I'm saving them for tomorrow. 1) Because they'll take a lot of time, 2) I want to be fresh, and 3) My DVR is constipated and needs relief.)
Monday, February 28, 4:07 pm: I finished. I published. I tested. Found missed link. Fixed. Looking back on the last seven days, I'm proud. I made my very own interwebz. But I know there will be a Phase 2, one that requires Dreamweaver skills I don't have yet. There should probably be frames so that each page isn't a separate image (for faster loading). But all and all, simple is sometimes better, and I like the little surprises. I've left some room for growth, so Phase 1.5 will probably come way before Phase 2. For now, Phase 1 is kinda awesome for me. And I gave it my best shot, and that makes me very happy.
On the Third Floor
