Unsatisfying: animation of things coming annoyingly close to happening, but not quite happening


Originally published at: http://boingboing.net/2016/11/03/animation-of-things-coming-ann.html


Yes, it was annoying.


Ironically, the animation itself hit the nail on the head, and was a slam dunk…


There is one very important thing that we must remember here, and that is the abil


Most excellent choice of Adagio for Strings.


My life the animation…


The timer at unsatisfying.tv should just freeze at 0:07s left.


The soda can, and the pinball machine.

Grrr! So many times!


I kid you not, the video crashed the browser about 10 seconds into the the video. Reloaded the page. Same problem. Came here to see if that was the point. Nope. Just me. :-\ Third try, fingers crossed…

And crashed a third time. Went to Vimeo and worked as if I need a video to see things fail.

Looks around


I really loved the video by the way.


Based on the screenshot teaser, I thought this was about Marlboro soda coming close to happening.


So you’re saying that it came annoyingly close to playing, but left you unsatisfied?


Yes. it was so effective I thought it was maybe a prank by Rob. Hahahaha


Light drizzle,
Intermittent windshield wiper,
Scraping sound.


Maybe it was the music but I found this strangely satisfying.

Take that, Chekhov!


Disappointed that it didn’t include ice cream falling off a cone to the ground, but that might be too unbearably sad.


The music, Samuel Barber’s adagio for strings, is supposed to be “unsatisfying” from a theoretical standpoint–never completely resolving itself.

The Adagio is an example of arch form and builds on a melody that first ascends, then descends in stepwise fashion. Barber subtly manipulates the basic pulse throughout the work by constantly changing time signatures including 4/2, 5/2, 6/2, and 3/2.[6] After four climactic chords and a long pause, the piece presents the opening theme again, and fades away on an unresolved dominant chord.


Also, it was voted “saddest song” by some British publication.




That’s part of the nature of grief. “Closure” never really happens.


Hey, I have chissors like those in my kitchen! Neat!