2017 Checkup: Sketchup
Next came the test. She went to View > Hidden Geometry . Suddenly, her clean model looked like a conspiracy theorist’s bulletin board. Thousands of stray lines—phantom edges from exploded groups, remnants of a boolean operation gone wrong—crisscrossed the walls. These were the arthritis of SketchUp: tiny, invisible errors that made the graphics card scream.
She orbited. Butter. She zoomed. Silk. She turned on shadows, textures, and section cuts all at once. The frame rate didn’t even stutter. sketchup 2017 checkup
Nesting hell.
Not metaphorically sick. Actually sick.
“this is alas just another film that panders to the image Thompson himself tried to shirk – the reckless buffoon that is more at home on fraternity posters than library shelves. It is a missed opportunity to take the man seriously.”
This is an excellent summary on the attitude of the seeming majority of HST ‘admirers’.
It just makes me think that they read Fear and Loathing, looked up similar stories of HST’s unhinged behaviour and didn’t bother with the rest of his work.
There is such a raw, human element of Thompsons work, showing an amazing mind, sense of humour, critical thinking and an uncanny ability to have his finger on the pulse of many issues of his time.
Booze feature prominently in most of his writing and he is always flirting with ‘the edge’, but this obsession with remembering him more as Raoul Duke and less as Hunter Thompson, is a sad reflection of most ‘fans’; even if it was a self inflicted wound by Thompson himself.