An individual stroll through life, often taking an amusing view, or sometimes a little more serious one, depending on the mood.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
The car that defies its critics & makes you realise just how sexy a car can be http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1w4LNr/designtaxi.com/news/33153/Subaru-Reverses-Launches-Most-Mediocre-Car-Ever/ http://bit.ly/bk0W6p
How serious do you take your friends attempts to make their dream come true, and how do you support them? http://bit.ly/c5oUjl
Toni's wieldying a massive axe!
Back in the real world I'm having a break from all the joys of having endless social media sites, and trying to streamline my sad tendency for having far too many. I'm not being greedy and in a desperate need to be loved and liked, rather each one that I've collected, joined, and endured has been done in response to some quirky desire to believe it was important to 'belong'. Be that as it may, Tone's thinking of swinging a very sharp axe to slimming down the never ending line of sites; I spend far too much time tending to each one's little reason for being cheerful.
Yes, I'm prevaricating and umming & arring about swinging said axe, loyalty is another cross to bear, but it has to be done, better a sharp edge to the blade than a dull one that simply tears away little chunks a bit at a time. What brought this on was a request from someone that I once upon a time knew, who decided to get in touch after an absence of 12 years. I know some out there would think that was lovely, long lost nomad wandering back into civilisation checking if the old black book still contained people who hadn't died in the intervening years, no I'm still breathing and the last time I looked very much alive from the neck upwards.
Now perhaps I'm an hopeless romantic, but it would seem that if you've bothered to answer the aforesaid request, then they would at least respond with a short message expressing their delight you've managed to survive the worst the world can throw at you during their time spent in the wilderness riding a camel across several sand dunes. But nothing, it's as though they are completely gobsmacked to discover you haven't actually died. There's no pleasing some people!
Of course, this brings me back to the matter of becoming the future butcher of social media, and which gets priority and which must go and it's difficult but not an insurmountable problem. Oh well, if nobody leaves a comment I guess they won't mind being left off future Xmas lists!
Yes, I'm prevaricating and umming & arring about swinging said axe, loyalty is another cross to bear, but it has to be done, better a sharp edge to the blade than a dull one that simply tears away little chunks a bit at a time. What brought this on was a request from someone that I once upon a time knew, who decided to get in touch after an absence of 12 years. I know some out there would think that was lovely, long lost nomad wandering back into civilisation checking if the old black book still contained people who hadn't died in the intervening years, no I'm still breathing and the last time I looked very much alive from the neck upwards.
Now perhaps I'm an hopeless romantic, but it would seem that if you've bothered to answer the aforesaid request, then they would at least respond with a short message expressing their delight you've managed to survive the worst the world can throw at you during their time spent in the wilderness riding a camel across several sand dunes. But nothing, it's as though they are completely gobsmacked to discover you haven't actually died. There's no pleasing some people!
Of course, this brings me back to the matter of becoming the future butcher of social media, and which gets priority and which must go and it's difficult but not an insurmountable problem. Oh well, if nobody leaves a comment I guess they won't mind being left off future Xmas lists!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
A new work in progress!
You may remember me mentioning in my last blog that I wanted to change the direction of this blog. And as you can see we have a work in progress! I'm not sure at this stage whether the change in layout will be the final one, but I think it's clearer and better laid out, although I'm sure that most of my regular readers will only notice slight changes, but I think the change is for the better.
As will be seen I've now added a photo of me, constructed from a warped mind that loves surrealism in all its many splendours. I make no apologies for looking very weird and demented, except to say that I got very happily carried away with GIMP and trying to manipulate the mugshot in question, so that I'd look 30 years younger...I've always been a naive optimist! What I was thinking of at the time of manipulating I've no idea but I do like the idea of combining punk with the romantics....it's also satisfying to see that I have a head of hair again.
I continue to work on my second short film, working title 'Penguin Amore!' and it's almost finished. 30 minutes ago I found a piece of music that I hope fits the film. I never realised how hard it was to add a soundtrack to a film, especially when you come up against copyright. Personally, as an author and film maker, I can understand your work being used in an inappropriate way, but music I want to use is 40 years old and hardly likely to reach the heady heights of the pop charts again, but we have to play by the rules.
I continue in my creative mood, last weekend saw me on Saturday getting wet due to the early autumnal rain. Sunday a much brighter and drier day, and as the gods were smiling off I traipsed to a local fountain to take some surreal shots. One of my glaring faults, yes I have one or two, is that I tend to become preoccupied with whatever I'm doing when in an arty mood. The fountain was particularly well lit by a slowly setting sun, which added a sense of the cheerful unknown, tiny wavelets from the cascading water sparkled and glinted and danced merrily before disappearing into watery nothingness. To take the shots I wanted I lay down so I was at eye level to the surface of the water. Five minutes later I was wet, wet, wet due to lying in a puddle of water I hadn't noticed. How one suffers for one's art!
Of course the week begins again and two hours of raw film footage has to be looked at, which is always enjoyable until that moment you realise that the camcorder is out of sync with your brain cells. Thankfully I don't record such moments, a man crying into his pint mug of tea is perhaps too much for everyone to bear, and likely to cause the few friends remaining in my life to finally bid farewell to the antisocial, miserable git!
So it's now back to the drawing board and coming up with ideas for content. Whatever I end up with as content I'm sure it'll be useful, at least to me. There I'll finish, acknowledging that I do like me and thinking how cute I ended up looking when I'd finished mucking around with GIMP. Anyone fancy a makeover?
As will be seen I've now added a photo of me, constructed from a warped mind that loves surrealism in all its many splendours. I make no apologies for looking very weird and demented, except to say that I got very happily carried away with GIMP and trying to manipulate the mugshot in question, so that I'd look 30 years younger...I've always been a naive optimist! What I was thinking of at the time of manipulating I've no idea but I do like the idea of combining punk with the romantics....it's also satisfying to see that I have a head of hair again.
I continue to work on my second short film, working title 'Penguin Amore!' and it's almost finished. 30 minutes ago I found a piece of music that I hope fits the film. I never realised how hard it was to add a soundtrack to a film, especially when you come up against copyright. Personally, as an author and film maker, I can understand your work being used in an inappropriate way, but music I want to use is 40 years old and hardly likely to reach the heady heights of the pop charts again, but we have to play by the rules.
I continue in my creative mood, last weekend saw me on Saturday getting wet due to the early autumnal rain. Sunday a much brighter and drier day, and as the gods were smiling off I traipsed to a local fountain to take some surreal shots. One of my glaring faults, yes I have one or two, is that I tend to become preoccupied with whatever I'm doing when in an arty mood. The fountain was particularly well lit by a slowly setting sun, which added a sense of the cheerful unknown, tiny wavelets from the cascading water sparkled and glinted and danced merrily before disappearing into watery nothingness. To take the shots I wanted I lay down so I was at eye level to the surface of the water. Five minutes later I was wet, wet, wet due to lying in a puddle of water I hadn't noticed. How one suffers for one's art!
Of course the week begins again and two hours of raw film footage has to be looked at, which is always enjoyable until that moment you realise that the camcorder is out of sync with your brain cells. Thankfully I don't record such moments, a man crying into his pint mug of tea is perhaps too much for everyone to bear, and likely to cause the few friends remaining in my life to finally bid farewell to the antisocial, miserable git!
So it's now back to the drawing board and coming up with ideas for content. Whatever I end up with as content I'm sure it'll be useful, at least to me. There I'll finish, acknowledging that I do like me and thinking how cute I ended up looking when I'd finished mucking around with GIMP. Anyone fancy a makeover?
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