A somewhat sad slow day. Woke late after a night of agonising stomach pain scattered with terrible nightmares, probably due to eating leeks the day before, which, though I like the food, I find indigestible. By 5am I'd still not digested the meal I ate at 5pm the previous day.
Most of today was spent refining the programming efficiencies from yesterday. My 'goto' statement didn't last long. I decided to check for the flag first and give that a separate countdown, letting it drop out to another uninitialised countdown. By the end of today, just about every variable or branch that doesn't need to be in the loop has been evolved out. The speed result is miniscule, but is tangible, and all of the code for the sample players is now more unified and neater.
One other job was the scoring for Crumpsy Madpash, the music of which is now complete.
I'm remain sad at David Lynch's death and this evening watched many of his early short films; Six Men Getting Sick, The Alphabet, The Grandmother. The imagery of The Alphabet and The Grandmother stuck in my mind so much that its palette has influenced my thoughts about film. Those early films are filled with Francis Bacon-like imagery; the screaming distorted faces, and perspective-boxes.
