16042019

Didn’t post an entry yesterday but I did get in two graphics, which will have to suffice in lieu of a proper post, I guess. 

I’ve spent most of yesterday and today drafting mockups of the interface. So far I’ve made good progress on the main menu and I’m satisfied with the results for now, but I have a feeling for some reason that I’ll end up reworking it down the line. I should be able to finish the main menu by the end of tonight (I’ll post a screenshot if/when I do); the next priorities are 

1. Building the engine for the UI. Programming interfaces in GM has always been kind of a pain in the ass (to say the least) and I have a dim feeling that I’ll have to crunch the numbers on this one, but when I get it working, I think it’ll look pretty good (hopefully enough to justify the work). 

2. Building a palette swap shader. Pretty self-explanatory, and I thought it would be a pretty straightforward GLSL shader, but… either I’m actually stupid, or I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to shaders (or more likely, a toxic combination of both), because I gave it a semi-earnest try this afternoon and it ended up being completely fruitless both in results gained and lessons learned. I have a strong feeling I’m gonna end up having to outsource this one…

I’m not in such a great mood right now, to be honest. Everything was going fine and for most of the day i was feeling pretty okay but just now – or, well, half an hour ago or so – my mother came in for another “talk”, and it ended up just about the same as it usually does. It was about something utterly petty; I don’t know what it was but something about the way she was talking, the things she was talking about, made me unnecessarily angry. 

Last night she showed me an animated video my brother had sent her about a guy coming of age and, at his father’s insistence, leaving home. But every time he tries to leave, something always brings him right back, and each time, his mother welcomes him back, while his father grows increasingly frustrated. Eventually, his father tries to aggressively force him out, and the mother tries to intervene. In the ensuing chaos, she dies. The father and the son are now alone, and the son is finally able to leave. He and his father appear to reconcile, and the father, now alone in the house, looks out the window and probably realises his son is gone for good. I think my mother showed it to me as an attempt at a metaphor. She was very clearly moved by it. As for me…