Website, brand, graphic, and visual designer-in-learning, gamer, 3D modeller-in-learning... yeah, I like designing... also writing comics to preface a game I’m also designing. You should hopefully see the writing side of me quite a bit.
House of Light
Few projects hit home like this did. I can’t just believe that it was chance that I was invited to collaborate on this project, because it directly relates to my history from birth. I was invited to collaborate on a redesign of this company website called House of Light. At the time, I had no idea what the company did out in the world, I just knew that my fellow Skillcrush student colleague, Tauri StClaire, was in a volunteer team to redesign the website.
Box model vs Flexbox
Progress requires steps, and one of the first steps to modern web design after learning about HTML and CSS was to create a website from a design composite. For example, Rogue Pickings is a mobile meal delivery service. Rogue Pickings prides itself on providing meals with fresh ingredients, and the whole website is geared toward letting people know where they are, what they do, and what they offer. As a web developer, I was taught by Skillcrush’s Break Into Tech Blueprint to start with HTML and CSS using the box model, employing float, clear, margin, padding, box-sizing, text-align, display, and width properties to set up content placing for the site. For styling, color for text, background for background-color, font-size, font-weight, font-family, text-transform, text-decoration, border-bottom, border-top, border-right, and list-style properties are used.
The Tinker and the Warrior
Tanky woke up disoriented, blinking up at a mechagnome she didn’t recognize. “Where am I?” “Mechagon. Your cousins brought you here after you were incapacitated during the last battle.” Tanky raised her hand - and stared at it in disbelief.
Ninja's Fire Scare
Today started like any other day. I got fed, let out, and started hunting. If you know where to look, there are *so* many things to catch, and half the fun is stalking them before pouncing; your ears tune to that specific sound, your eyes narrow in on the location, and you pretty much flatten yourself on the ground so your prey doesn’t see you. The incessant squeaking of what humans call a mouse, the chirping of a bird perched on a limb that’s close enough for you to take a mighty leap at.. it’s heaven. It was late in the day - I could tell because the bright orb that keeps me warm during the day was sinking lower and lower and not providing as much warmth - when something happened that scared the living daylights out of me. I’d noticed a pile of wood - heck I’d caught some squeaky toys hiding in that pile - but then there was this almighty BOOM, and the pile burst into flame. I was terrified, and took off running the other way like something was after me - I didn’t want to be near such a noisy, scary place. I ran and ran and ran, putting as much distance between me and that .. THING before I finally had to stop running because I was out of breath, my heart beating a mile a minute. And then.. wait, where was I? No place I recognized, that’s for sure! Lost, terrified - again - this time that I’d never find home again… what was I to do? That big scary pile of flame was probably still there, no way I wanted to go near THAT; but now that I’d slowed down, I was feeling thirsty, soo thirsty. I glanced up at the bright ball in the place humans call the sky. Still there, and making me so very hot.. and thirsty. I looked around for shade - there was none that I could spot; I flopped down dejectedly on the ground, not sure what to do next but knowing I was surely lost and not at all sure if I should try to find my way back home. So I waited until it cooled off. I slowly started heading the direction I thought home was; nothing looked familiar to begin with, but as I continued on, I started to recognize landmarks so I knew I was headed in the right direction. Trees! So tired, so thirsty.. but trees! Now I knew I was on the right track - progress! I kept going as fast as my body would allow; I was excited to get home, but felt sluggish, like I couldn’t go very fast. So I trudged towards home, putting one paw in front of the other; the bright ball had disappeared, replaced by chilly darkness, but still I kept going, knowing that sooner or later I would get home. Night sounds put me on edge, and I slowed even more, stalking through the night silently like only my kind can, seeking to avoid contact with anything else. The bright ball up high came back, warming my chilled body as I continued to trudge in the direction of home - thankfully I now had trees to duck under for shade when it got too hot. *Finally* I spotted the building I called home, where I took shelter at times when that bright ball in the sky got too hot. The human called Mom found me sprawled on concrete pad at the back of the house, took me in, offered me some water, and put me on my favourite box in the downstairs of the house, where I could look out the window if I wanted too. So tired I didn’t even bother, just stayed on the box, content to doze for a good long while. My favourite human called Laura came to visit me, and gently petted me a bit before leaving me in peace. I was glad to be home.
(Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all its components are copyright Blizzard Entertainment) (Battle for Azeroth - 770) Hi, my name is Nuffin Shadowblade. My parents always used to tell me I was born of shadow; they also quite frequently told me that I had the temper of some Irish humans they met - and the hair and eyes to boot. Ok.. so what does that tell me? Red hair, green eyes, hot temper, and the ability to be so quiet I can sneak anywhere - oh, and an affinity for hiding in the shadows. Maybe that’s why they named me Nuffin? Cuz I can disappear so easily? Anyway... as I grew older, it was hinted that maybe an apprenticeship as a rogue would be the best idea for a career path. If it meant sneaking, count me in; and that’s how I ended up being brought to Matthias Shaw in my early teens to see if he, the master spy, could pair me up with a good rogue teacher. And that’s how I ended up here, apprenticed to Kelsey Steelspark. As a fellow gnome, and possibly friend, she’s the best. As a teacher, she’s very tough on you, which is actually a good thing once you get used to her ways; she says the best way to learn is from experience and getting your hands dirty. She also doesn’t shirk her duty, nor let you shirk yours. Having said that, she IS willing to take you out into the field and work side-by-side, so she’s definitely a hands-on teacher.
Irean pulled her horse to a stop beside the inn in Boralus. Nyassa had said twenty minutes, and she figured she had ten minutes left before the other mage showed up. She dismounted, keeping a light hand on the reins while checking mail for the supplies cousin Læurell said she’d send.
Permafrost - The Foundation
So, now that I have a foundation in HTML, CSS, Git, Github, and the Command Line in Terminal, next step is to make a portfolio website. Am I ready? Heck yes! I spent so much time trying to figure out how to do it, and the new tools I’ve become familiar with will definitely do the trick. *Finally* I can display my works to the world properly.
Squee’s New Home
The trip "home"—time has no meaning for cats like us—not like humans. We eat when our tummies say we’re hungry, we sleep when we’re tired, we play when we have bursts of energy... I can’t tell you exactly how long or how short the time was to the next visit that the people that smelled similar to our caretakers was, all I know is that I was taken away from my siblings and never saw them again—or at least not in the same light anyway. I was picked up, placed on a lap, and stayed there the whole trip—might have even fallen asleep for a bit. The trip there wasn’t unpleasant, but it was rather jarring to be introduced to a new environment, minus all my siblings. I was put in a room, why I don’t know, and I protested... loudly. I escaped first chance I got—but wait, who was this? Not one of my siblings, for certain, but it was certainly another of my species; at that moment I didn’t really care. I hissed at him, and hissed back at me; I was mad—how DARE they take me away from the only family I knew and drop me in a strange place, with a stranger? I was closed in the room again, unhappy and confused. Time wore on, and I got to meet this other member of my species, this time having decided to make the best of my situation.