Yay! It’s time for a not-so-common Kyrathon. There are some patches in the graphics code that need tightening up for DP, and the deadline is tomorrow. So I will, for one magnificent night, gather my mojo and emulate my former teacher Robert Kyr. I never will forget singing German folksongs with him in a Kinkos at 2am.

The basic rule of the Kyrathon, is “you can sleep when it’s done.” For posterity, I will periodically update this thread with pictures of me in various states of shevelment.

God speed the plows! Huzzah!

8:08 pm. Sane and rested.

Rotate, you damn tetrahedron! I know where you live. Transitions are coming along nicely.

9:08 pm. Perfectly fine.

Cups of coffee: 3. Attitude: Positive.

10:00 pm. Looking sharp, lad!

I am unnaturally mellow. My shapes are behaving. Third movement is not. Stubble update, rugged and manly. Still not Kyr.

11:08 pm. I feel happy! I feel happy!

Lids drooping slightly. I am a hollow reed.

12:15 am. Salve, Romanus!

Cups of coffee: 5. Donuts: 1 1/2. Yes, I am going to add a sixth effect, because I’m that stupid dedicated.

1:02 am. Hello sailor!

All effects done. Now for a UI clean-up. I am very wired. Time for another donut.

2:22 am. Deutschland, Deutschland!

BILL: Extra credit, dude.

TED: Whoa.

3:18 am. We are (I am) the champions!

It is finished.

4:10 am. I can taste blood.

And thus ends another Kyrathon. This one was only 8 hours, thank goodness. Now for a few hours of sleep.