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SolidWorks World 2016 left 7,000 people overloaded by breakout sessions, inspired by customers, and smelling of the finest barbecue in the world. While the General Sessions were a bit all over the place, mingling product announcements amongst customer stories and keynotes (with beer, boobs and Yves Behar being the highlights), underlying it all was a…

We blew past them in a spritz of gravel and glass, popping the shrubberies like catapulted rocks into the air. We could handle the speed–oh, we could handle the speed–what we couldn’t handle was how fast our skin would recoil once we came to a stop. Five seconds before that happened, the unthinkable occurred. The…

Today, we’re bringing back a segment that lapsed into a coma and suddenly awoke recently with a direct punch to an exposed solar plexus. Model of the Week: the best and coolest 3D models the SolidSmack audience is creating and sharing online. We’re in the future now, so there’s loads of amazingness and brilliance we…

We looked hither, we looked yonder, and all we saw was more than we could take in with our eyes. Light whipping from their fur, jowls blazing and toothless gums gumming their way toward our legs. We had to get out of the rising tide, and all we had were five wasp heads and a…

A loud noise and thin sheets of metal fell. Though it had peeled off its thin cosmetic lid, the thick frame revealed how many porcupine quills it took to construct such a creature. Bare like their creation, they gnawed bark pails, dipping their paws into these links. Matt Tkocz – Matt does it all and…

Crinkled skin and bloodshot eyes filled the light as it passed by. Once we had thought there would be plenty of dark to hide such a hideous sight, but whatever it was doing with its fleshy skin-cicles in the core chamber was changing things, and most likely, it had something to do with a moisturizer…

Read our interview with Shapr3D’s  István Csanády here. Ever wonder why 3D modeling wasn’t more like sketching? Or sculpting? Why we’re limited to mouse clicks? I’ve had that conversation with multiple people. Some thin modeling with a stylus (a pencil) doesn’t seem intuitive. I’d say the mouse is the device that doesn’t seem intuitive — especially…

A stick lattice fence grew against the prairie hills, looking half forgotten, but for the kempt hedgerow and berries picked clean. We watched for days wondering when their days started, ended and what they did between. It wasn’t that we meant to harvest them, but to learn how they moved. With lop-sided heads, half fur…

You grip that mouse so tightly at times, you hear its wee screws buckle and pop under the pressure. It’s ok. That’s just the result of the constant roller-coaster of excitement and frustration that consumes the life of those who use CAD software all day. We’re always on a lookout for a mouse that can…

Built on their foreheads, we travelled far and the days we’re indistinguishable. A golem? Yes. A rabbit? Of course. You couldn’t expect such a creature to stay dormant forever. Their size and a step will keep them moving for years, always, endlessly, in search of these links. Markus Lenz – Markus has a particular style…

The orange popped. Not the color. The fruit. We thought we were the last on the platform, but something down the tunnel let us know otherwise. Its squeal burst the last of our food, then there they appeared, lapping up the juice and garbed in these links. Isaac Hannaford – There’s just something about good…

The papers clanged. But how? It was normal paper after all–white, some edges creased, even a coffee cup stain here and there. But they were different in the light. Silver they shown, and around their edges the glow of an aged cosmos burnt by the vacuum-cracking blast of a thousand bursting moons. No, this wasn’t…

The chamber door sent impact shudders through the last nerves of the last inhabitants of the last inhabitable cave of the last inhabitable planet. How? Out in the darkness? The outer reaches of the outer reaches of the known beyond the known universe. One thousand years from then it would be obvious. It was they…

An eye, no three, past in front of the crack made by its last wood-splitting hit. There hadn’t been any of their kind pass through here in months, so it was about due. All we had to do now is wait. You usually don’t attack someone when their back is turned–it’s proper killing etiquette–but with…

It was a party of pigeons and pygmy goats. One against the other? No, they were in cahoots. The pigeons, responsible for logistics. The goats responsible for ballistics. Together they were a team, nay, a force, that could only be described at lethal. And in the midst of all of them, their leader– hairless, war-torn,…

The cones cracked beneath our feet, and the air was putrid, but we were able to finally find how the rasp moths had burrowed through. Though they were large, their main bodies were more like lubricated jelly sacks, able to squeeze through the tightest spaces, most likely moistened from the glandular excretions of these links.…

The rice grains pelted our faces–our faces shielded by pan-seared tortillas, haha! The joke was on them. Not even the soggy, beef soaked jabs of their tendrils could turn us away. However, we knew the corn-based shielding wouldn’t survive the night, forcing us to sizzle up some charred rabbit fur to weave into the protective…

Four pinstripes and a melon. That’s all the payment we could gather. Down among the shantie with tattered cloth and mud holding make-shift walls to the ground, droids would peek from the blinds, unsure if they would be extracted or provided parts. Why we were able to get a melon in these parts, we’ll never…

“What a large box of meats!” said I, hiding the pan of heated oil behind the swollen belly of a grossly oversized Patagonian Cavy. They looked at me puzzled, shimmying to the side, their feet stirring the dust, and quickly grabbing the buried cable to shield themselves with pulsating power of these links. Joel Rae…

Sauntering she stepped. The steel toed shift of air against steal echoed up through its structure. Side-stepping something that had tried before, she climbed, slow at first, then with speed, to kick through the membrane protecting these links. Pablo Carpio – What starts as really loose sketches, ends up as floating vehicle concepts, beautiful mountainscapes…