Pop Mesh 8 Jul 2023 Pop Mesh is a free mesh generator addon for Blender 3D software, based on a custom implementation of the age-old technique known as path extrusion, sweep mesh, sweep surface, and so on… The idea is that we generate a 3D mesh by sweeping a 2D path (a shape on a plane) along another path in 3D space such that the normal vector of the 2D path corresponds to the tangent vector at each point of the 3D path. Hence the acronym pop , short for path-on-path. To avoid confusion, Pop Mesh uses the name profile to refer to the 2D path. Now, by changing the original profile shape and by blending two or more profiles along a path the addon can generate a large number of variations in the resulting mesh. A few preset paths/profiles are provided and the addon allows you to select your own custom data. The requirement here is that your profile should be a 2D (flat) path on the XY plane. In addition, you can generate animated sequences between different states of the mesh when ...

F.M.Q. 8 Jul 2023 Forward Music Quintet formed in the summer of 1981...

Losing Control Again  -  Pan Thistle, 2025 Losing my mind, losing my soul Ain't no way out of this man made hole Go round in circles, off the deep end Losing control again   Envelope face, envelope noise Rolling and shaking broken toys A Justice failed their own polygraph test Losing control again   And I would if you let me But you won't forget me   Smiling dictator, warfare state Men of the hour, iniquity gains Gaping loopholes in ethical traits I'm losing control again   Testing my faith, a deal with pain Tables are turned, I'm losing anyway A campaign of fear, sponsored by the state Losing control again   And I would if you let me But you won't forget me There! They are selling again The same Patent Fake concern They drive me round the bend   Weathering vessel caught in a storm - with no end We are unable to hold a course - Captain Where? Lightning stabs out of dark clouds - boiling overhead And I'm losing control again   Fine Nereides ...

Rules of the game  -  Pan Thistle, 2021 There are things you forget, things you remember walking along a wind-battered pier As you try to explain the Ides of September you're slipping away, Winter Twilight You wish father were here, a few tricks and a fable the heart-warming smile made everything alright And if the rain tells you about a ship that sailed, you won't be angry or confused Latent dues manifest in pain Rule of the game Win or lose, it's a passing phase Rule of the game Ain't no sad, no happy ending Rule of the game Tears in your eyes were desecrated cancelled by the wounds you have inflicted on the Earth Hot summer night, intoxicated wild creature pack and jasmine in the air when you joined the game... but there are things I forget

The Forest  -  Pan Thistle, 2020 Back before the days of glory we were crazy and divine in the forest we ran with the wild and the holy and the big wheel, the big wheel, it kept on turning the truth before our eyes, it was like a dream in the night, it blew our mind until the day came and we believed the only way for us was in the forest Come the day of wine and roses something broke down in our heart deep inside the joy was gone we'd left the forest and the balance wheel, the balance wheel, it kept on going back and forth and back again, forever blind and we make new plans for a better world, times are changing but you know, I'd give it all up for just one day back in the forest I shouldn't let it bring me down for the mind will take me there and the view will be the same At the next turn of the wheel the path is straight ahead and it leads right back into the forest

Nothing  -  Pan Thistle, 2020 Nothing is bigger than nothing but nothing Nothing is deeper than nothing but nothing Nothing is darker than nothing but nothing Nothing is stronger than nothing, just nothing So don't disturb my circles Random clocks, bio-synthetic clones you can't touch my code Don't disturb my circles Confidence plots cooked up in private clubs you're a calabash gourd Don't disturb my circles Bleepy clods, clinging to virtual trash what a waste of space Don't disturb my circles Sombre masks are just flaky paint in the real world Nothing at all Nothing is bigger than nothing but nothing Nothing is deeper than nothing, just nothing Sliding down a neon tube Life flashed before my eyes Enigma smile A tiny shell to port my soul much like the simple desk where I write these words I call it home, a comforting thought Just the one time, yeah!!!

She ate cake (for Maria)  -  Pan Thistle, 2019 No I won't even try to find out why she ate cake And I don't ever care about the reason why she ate cake she ate cake Maria ate cake she ate cake she ate cake Maria ate cake She said she couldn't go back her mind went blank and she ate cake She said it was a big deal and she lost her head because she ate cake She ate cake Maria ate cake because she ate cake she ate cake Maria ate cake She said that simply happened and it was not intentional and if she had another chance... But the worms rolled inside her to reminder her she was going to die because she ate cake she ate cake because she ate cake Maria ate cake she ate cake because she ate cake