processingThis will function as a repository for 2D and 3D modeling of the real world in an object-oriented way. It will bring the power of vector graphics, and later web-functionality and interactive graphics-like stuff for me to test and you to look at …perhaps enjoy.
I’m working on a realistic and responsive model of “rooms” I’ve had, The first that came to mind was the dorm at Yosemite Hall at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. Tower 5, room at the back, right-hand side of that particular dungeon. Roomate and I, though chosen by “Campus Life Professionals” based on: …Both Engineers, Both freshman at Poly. It must have been cuz it’s ALL me and that CREEP had in common, I’m going to integrate a ridiculous anecdote and the responsive PDF will act as a 21st Century multimedia aid to the story.
For now all I have is bitmap…it has no functionality, it’s partially 2D and partially 3D. The upper “Red Sector” is my side, the green is “common ground we needed to share” … I made my sector RED and his WHITE because our first spat was over Christian belief systems. He was adamant that I was going to hell because I’d “fornicated out of wedlock.” hmmm…when I put ON BLAST what I caught him doing because my side was “RED” —a den of iniquity and his was “WHITE” —pure as the freshly laden snow….
PROVES his hypocrisy and sickness. The story WILL SHOCK YOU. -the PDF will bring it to life once I can make all the functionality work and…well I have yet to export a pdf that works, you can look at it, but it doesn’t do any of the cool things I added.
Till then, a .bmp or image-only/info-only “pretty picture” is included. Consider it Chapter 1 of THIS Cal Poly horror show….Yosemite Hall and Sierra Madre are concrete and steel, no more no less. The longstanding rumor is that the same architect who built designed the nearby federal prison, The Men’s Colony also built the two freshman residence halls based on schematics he’d already used to build other prisons. Institutionalized from birth…at Tapper7.com.
Sample 1: a WIP. coming soon.
Sample 2: The Cell at Yosemite Hall.A snaoshot of some srsly sick s--- my roomate pulled...to be cont'd!

##UPDATE JAN 1 2015::scope out the vector logo I built today for the upcoming iTunes podcast (this is the scaled-down version…iTunes requires 1400x1400px…ungodly huge…ahh the power of vectors…here’s a prototype logo I made today for episode 1.
Tapper's new podcast logo prototype Not bad eh?…I EDIT graphics…I’m not a legit GA by any stretch of the imagination …but OO Draw lets me be a graphic arts HACK…and I LOVE THAT. I tried to build eps, pdf, png, jpeg, gif, and other img files using Microsoft Office 365…Publisher, Word, PP…none of them had the ability to make customizeable, remotely useful or aesthetically pleasing graphics…Bravo to Apache.
This logo is just a second draft…all the tools I need to put on a rockin’ podcast and create original graphic design come right out of the box…I sound like a walking advert right now, but the good folks at Apache are saving me time and $.
OO = value_add….Office 365 = value-enabled (minus cost minus sloppy UI)…ultimately there is some waste found in the current suite of office tools from MicroValue …I mean MicroSOFT…

Update to creepy dorm story from Fall Qtr 1998…”Hard-core-born-again-Christian-Roomate” …we’ll call him Mark, had a nasty habit of perusing adult Web sites at inappropriate times (during the day…as you can see from the diagram when I enter the room the 1st thing I see is Mark’s computer monitor). For someone spiteful and critical of what unmarried consenting adults do…this guy was “making up for it” by whacking it (aka “fapping”) whenever I wasn’t around. It was common for me to get back from a party, a study group, or work to find him hurriedly closing all the popup windows that accumulated while he was beating off…there is nothing morally wrong with this…he was 18…he can’t have sex..but he has a biological need and the Internet allowed him find some joy in his lonely pursuits. I don’t have problem with that…but looked down on him as an L7 luh-hoo-suh-her…Mike Myers as Wayne from Wayne's World, classic SNL and 2nd -city bit.

So…at first it was funny, I come home…he clicks away 100 popup windows and wads up his TP…and we all have a good laugh when I tell all my friends and neighbors that “Holy Mark” can’t stop jackin’ it.

Mark would not get caught by me if he’d abide by the simple rule:

IF YOU HAVE DATE/GF OVER FOR THE NIGHT …PUT A SOCK ON THE DOOR HANDLE…IT DOESN’T MEAN “STAY OUT”..BUT “FAIR WARNING.” THE SAME GOES FOR FAPPING…IF YOU INTEND TO HAVE A LONELY SESSION OF NUDE-SOLO-INTERNET-JERKING…PUT A SOCK ON THE DOOR HANDLE…NO ONE WILL FAULT YOU OR TEASE FOR DOING SOMETHING WE ALL DID.

Mark however, was too embarrassed to do that…to him it was signaling to everyone, not that he was yanky-cranky…but that he was ACTIVELY SINNING…thus; no signal…I have no way of knowing…I walk in on clikclickclickcliclikcliclikclick…about twice a week.

…still no big deal. One weekend Fall Quarter my HS sweetheart came up to visit. Since I’m so nice…and since my GF and I were (naturally) horny teenagers who’d not seen each other in six weeks….. We’d slept together …100x? 500? who knows, but needless to say her and I wouldn’t have much to say to each other until business was taken care of. Out of courtesy, we handled our “business” in the parking lot acrossed from the dormitories…uncomfortable, cramped, risking indecent exposure…getting noticed by a few passersby…but getting what we wanted; each other.

Then we walked up to my room and I introduced her to the dungeon and Mark. I’d already told Mark that “we’d handle that thing you don’t like elsewhere…she’ll be sleeping in the bed with me both nights yes…but out of respect to you, I promise we will not have sex in your presence.”

That night we came home from a house-party wasted and unable to keep our hands off each other…I fired up winamp so the sounds of our wrestling match would at least be dampened…but we went at it as though he wasn’t even there. This was the beginning of Mark designating (in his head) the red-portions you see in the diagram. My side was evil. My win95 box -evil, my closet: a gateway to hell. My bed?—super, ultimate, pure, unadulterated, satan-worshipping evil wormhole tunneling to the seventh and deepest rung of Lucifer’s eternal damnation-location. (Worse I even slept in that bed while inebriated…I know, I know…this was w/o a doubt the most evil cot to have EVER EXISTED) <—sarcasm violates AP Style so I label it thusly. (Reason-it’s often unclear in print and may confuse the reader)

Things went downhill from there…we stopped discussing “it,” what I did not know was that subsequent events and his own weird sexual penchants enabled him to do something I’m still horrified by….you won’t believe this s—. Why? cuz it’s true!

to be continued….
preview...***next time on “Cal Poly Anecdotes” …it is months later…with the LT/LD relationship straining…a lady friend goes out with Tapper and being in a similar LT/LD relationship herself…decides she wants to stay in the dungeon…in the “evil” bed. –for the whole weekend! The denizens of the dungeon were ecstatic to have a cute sociable woman running around and flirting with them. Women also tend to prepare food, endearing them to legions of men since time immemorial.

We had a pact to “keep each other company” and “just cuddlewhich I informed Mark of (neither of us had any intention to cheat on our significant others, yet we were so desperately lonely due to LT/LD that…as good friends, we reasoned that we could share a bed…cuddle, experience the human contact and warmth we so sorely missed and provided that we did not do anything that could be considered cheating (kissing, making out, rounding the bases and…you get the idea).….take a wild guess what two lonely, loaded, stressed out, opposite-sex 18 yr old heterosexual friends “sleeping” in a twin cot end up doing...after an hour of cuddling, fully clothed and we compromised: “above the waist isn’t cheating…” ask yourself where this downward spiral of self-justification led…then ask yourself if Mark’s presence in the room had ANY affect on what we did, said, or how LOUD the noises were……Poor Mark…all those videos…and here it was LIVE AND IN-PERSON…AGAINwith SOMEONE ELSE! doing all those things he obsessed over on his sad, sad (but PURE!) computer desktop. His hatred…plot and subsequent “revenge” is as horrifying and pathetic as it is creepy … his shocking shamelessness baffles me to this day.

Stay tuned.

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More coming soon. -HAPPY NEW TEAR IF I DON’T see ya!

Update: here’s some more crap I made using OO:
Tapper's arr. of F Tuning...likely by Jack Meehan originally.

…and MuseScore-beats Adobe Audition (it’s open src —> free).

So my ROOMATE (looking back on it) considered my side of the cell to be “evil” beacause I’d slept w/ two women on it AND fell asleep on it while UNDER THE INFLUENCE (!!!!-can u believe I did that??? when I was 18 yrs old? SEX? Mood-altering substances? God forbid, right?) anyway you’ll have to come back to find out what he did…tbc….ill give you a clue though…I used to walk in on him “wackin it” a lot as you can see in the diagram. The diagram also indicates that my bed was a “crime scene.” …you won’t believe what I walked in on one day. 17 yrs it still creeps me out. Fuck that guy (and the CPCF’s antisemitism too-bastards).

**UPDATE** – I got out of compsci class early (the professor was in “genius mode”…I mentioned he is a LEGIT GENIUS in one of my many CP posts…PhD CalTech-JPL-NASA-IBM…anyway…he told the class “no lecture today, go get high or some s—” then walked out).
So Tapper’s walkin back to Yosemite hall about an hour early….he (I have to say it in 3rd person)….
CAUTION THIS IS DISTURBING*****************
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Returns to his dorm room.
Finds Mark…….
whacking it with one of my nudie mags…….
ON
MY
BED!

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)!
You can go throw up now….in the next installment ill tell you what happened next…
***Preview: It begins with me giving him the most horrified and disgusted look I could possibly twist my 18 yr old face into, then I pretended to be loaded, even though I was sober as a judge. (MY BED!!!!!!)…….to be cont’d…..[]

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