My name is Cookie.
This isn't a postcard - this is a teeny tiny wonky virtual world that you can navigate with your various mouse buttons.
Are you looking for Houseof3d?
Well, you've come to the right place. You can enter here.
Or, you could spend a minute here with me and I'll give you the lay of the land.
I was modelled and scripted in 1998 to be your 'tour guide' at Houseof3d.com. Because at the time, people didn't know how to move around in unfamiliar, artificial three-dimensional spaces. I'm sure people know how to do that now.
These days, I don't really exist in the old house.
I was created as VRML2.0 files. My body was sculpted with 3DSmax, and my mind was made from a collection of VRML script nodes and the very first stable release of Java, fondly remembered as 1.0.2.
And so, when the last PC running Netscape 3 and Cosmo Player finally wouldn't boot up any more, I pretty much ceased to exist. Did you know there isn't even a mention of Cosmo Player in Wikipedia? That kills me. Literally.
You see, unless I'm running in a browser, I essentially don't exist. Like as much as you'd exist if someone stored a copy of your DNA on a DVD.
But at least now, I can sit at the beach. Or at least hover strangely over a nice beach. (Spin the model if you don't know what I mean...) I've been imported into Blender, cleaned up a bit, exported as a .dae file, and imported into three.js scripts running on this page. Well, in an iframe that gets loaded into this page. From there, the three.js pumps me to the OpenGL on your graphics card, and *poof*! Here I am. All my faces rendering live in your browser, no matter how you may adjust the view. Like some futuristic cyber-ghost. None of my script nodes survived this arduous transmogrification. I'm just a compound mesh object on a couch at the beach. But hey, it IS a 360-degree beach. Equirectangular images were quite taboo when I was a kid.
And at least I'm getting rendered. It's been at least a decade since someone last loaded me into Cosmo Player. So it's been at least a decade since I had what could remotely be called a "thought". So it's just nice to be here.
And, hey, I'm completely mindless at the beach. See what I'm sayin'? Life is good.
Well, that's enough about me. Thanks for the instantiation.
You can enter now.
Or, if you're having a good time, well, so am I. It's really nice to be out of that old .wrl file. If you feel like clicking here, I could continue to prattle on about stuff.