...instead of comparing vacuums...
Blog and bother:
Kolo and the Lamborghini stereo
Kolo and the fog lights of others
Kolo and all the neighbours cars, with all the pictures
The new Opel/Vauxhall Astra v the older but better looking Astra
The charette, what is a charette, oh a competition where no-one loses, how very PC
Team2 and second class charette, inc. you can’t plan anything else when architecture’s involved
The resulting work from the international charette
What I would have done with the campus if there was more time
The sadness of Wednesday, the day after it was all over
The Great Western (City): the background history as an index
Start with the scene behind the bullet-proof glass
A second novella from the view of a man on the street, a secret diary from outside the ‘organisation’
Complete the ‘sister’s friend’ story, maybe write again as a script
Write up the sketchbook’s notes for the script
Don’t forget: Fast Car, Twin Sized Bed, A View from the Edge,
Sketchbook up ideas for the new campus of the GSA, bring A4+A3 paper and my paper-roll
The Great Western party badge (pin badge, lapel badge, uniform logo, banner logo & flag etc.)
Monday 28 December 2009
...comparing vacuum cleaners...
...yes, I don't know why either.
But here goes my impression of Which? Magazine...
Today I'll be test driving my iRobot Roomba 560 with Momo's new Dyson DC25AllFloors Ball.
As I looked for my missing Milly Moo in the understairs cupboard, I discovered Momo's new purchase, the new in late 2008 Ball Vacuum by BallBarrow and cyclone, bagless vacuum inventor James Dyson. It's a perfect marriage of his two best creations. A dirty-cyclone-rolling-ball-carpet-&-hardfloor-upright-vacuum-thingy-ma-jiggy.
Only last month, or the month before, before that did I bring my iRobot Roomba 560 fully automated vacuum robot cleaner machine to Momo's to help her out. Since her Skeletal TB has left her with three half eaten vertebra, her surgeon's told her not to hoover, stand on chairs to change light bulbs and generally not do any housework of any type.
So it brings me to this test; a fully automated, schedule-programmed thing from a Japanese 80's video or Dyson's best.
So what's involved? Well, it's a fair test; the same house to be cleaned, with myself cleaning.
First, set up:
I wasn't there when the Dyson arrived but it's instructions to construct it into a functioning vacuum looks like a piece of p*ss on the label still flapping off the neck of the machine. A click here, a click there, done. Then plug the mother in, press the big red button on the neck and off you go, cleaning like a domestic sevant.
The Roomba is just as easy, if not a bit more. There is a dock, plug that into the wall. There are 'walls' you put the fattest of batteries in, sadly not included. Then pull a but of plastic tab from underneath of the actual robot to free it's battery and get it to sit on it's dock. Initially for 16 hours, or until the clean switch on it's centre glows from red, to orange then ideally, green.
Secondly, the first clean:
As for the Dyson, off you go, clean like you mean it. Unless you're a complete clot when clicking it all together, it should just go, sucking up everything in it's way. The first drive is accompanied with the burning smell, so very light of oil and other bits from the factory. It goes by the third or fourth go-round-the-house.
The iRobot has to be set up, you have to but in the day, time first. If you're a VHS-player-phobic, don't worry, it's like setting up a digital alarm clock after a power cut. Then program in the days and times you want you little friend to go around your house. Done. Well, not quite. I would recommend you press clean there and then and follow it, the way you would follow a new servant around when their CV is questionable. Roomba's not a thief but it is a vacuum. It'll suck up any loose gold earrings or other some but important bittibobbies left on the floor. Once you've made you home Roomba friendly, then it's all plain sailing forever on.
Thirdly, living with them longterm:
At the end of the day, the balled Dyson is just like any upright, a bit heavier than Momo's old DC01 and my old Hoover upright. The pivoting ball idea is clever but a tad gimmicky; you have to turn the thing on your wrist and being as heavy as it is to drive around the sofa as it is, you still only go stripy on the floor. Yep, after all that's said and done, it's too heavy to do anything but use it like any no balled machine. Shame really. It's a bit of genius design. The DC25 is a real improvement over the original bagless DC01 of nearly 10 years ago, in the way you empty it. The whole notion of Dyson's design was that his daughter or son or cat or monkey was all allergic to dust and things. Well the cleaning might be so when you're about the house but when it came to emptying the bagless tube, dust would go everywhere, plus you have to touch it's inner yellow cone which will be caked in dusty dust. I can't empty the DC01 because I too, am an 'allergic'. Now though, it's click to release the DC25's tube then another click for the tube's bottom to flap open over a bin or next to one if you're one of those dyspraxics. Then push the bottom closed and click back into the DC25 itself. Easy.
So to the 560 version of the Roomba that's been running about your home for months now. In the price we paid for this addition to the Dawson-Bartlett house, it came with 3 years parts, labour and full replacement warranty. So if like me, you have heard of other people's Roombas dying after a few months, then at least we have 3 years of complete peace of mind. It is also so easy to empty too. It, like the Dyson is bagless. Press a button in the top and pull it's backbox out, tip it's contents into the bin, the filter, included in this box flips out and the fluff just falls away, none of the Dyson DC01's finger rubbing either. If you want to be a complete Monica Gellar about it, you can turn the 560 over and press a pair buttons to release to the two brushes to de-tangle your hair from them. Only do it monthly as per instructions if you're more Rachel Green about the home, then you're in keeping with the warranty too. I'm a bit too Monica and do it everyday, same with emptying the back box.
Fourthly, cost:
At £300, including the warranty, the Roomba's not cheap, but I've also heard of Dysons dying or burning out too. They, in the price include a 5 year parts and labour guaranty. So at £290 for the basic DC25AllFloors, it wins on price and err, reassurance. But they both lose compared to any other vacuum cleaners; Hoovers start at £90 for a bagless upright. £60 if you shout. But the Dyson is a rounded bit of kit, pun not intended. It is solid, really well put together. Hard wearing and solid, like an 80's Merc saloon.
The iRobot is well made like a new Merc; built to a cost but it is designed to be easy to completely take apart and it's so stupidly simple too. Only a micro computer makes it more complicated then a hair-dryer. Don't take it apart though. Unless your qualified and certificated by the manufacturer to do so.
Fifthly, so which is best?
The iRobot Roomba 560 silly!
Apart from the initial follow about and Roomba proofing of your home, it's a doddle. Yes you have to pick it to take it upstairs (like every other vacuum) but it's only 1.5Kg unlike the Dyson, which is nearly 5.9Kg. Plus the Roomba won't fall back down them, it's clever.
But think about it; the Dyson or any other cleaner is like you're doing the housework, the Roomba is like you're Wooster from the 30's. Why do it when you have a servant to do it.
Simple.
Sixthly, the links:
iRobot Roomba 560
Dyson DC25
if you have domestic help, or are the domestic help....
....tell me I'm wrong below, in the comments box.
But here goes my impression of Which? Magazine...
Today I'll be test driving my iRobot Roomba 560 with Momo's new Dyson DC25AllFloors Ball.
As I looked for my missing Milly Moo in the understairs cupboard, I discovered Momo's new purchase, the new in late 2008 Ball Vacuum by BallBarrow and cyclone, bagless vacuum inventor James Dyson. It's a perfect marriage of his two best creations. A dirty-cyclone-rolling-ball-carpet-&-hardfloor-upright-vacuum-thingy-ma-jiggy.
Only last month, or the month before, before that did I bring my iRobot Roomba 560 fully automated vacuum robot cleaner machine to Momo's to help her out. Since her Skeletal TB has left her with three half eaten vertebra, her surgeon's told her not to hoover, stand on chairs to change light bulbs and generally not do any housework of any type.
So it brings me to this test; a fully automated, schedule-programmed thing from a Japanese 80's video or Dyson's best.
So what's involved? Well, it's a fair test; the same house to be cleaned, with myself cleaning.
First, set up:
I wasn't there when the Dyson arrived but it's instructions to construct it into a functioning vacuum looks like a piece of p*ss on the label still flapping off the neck of the machine. A click here, a click there, done. Then plug the mother in, press the big red button on the neck and off you go, cleaning like a domestic sevant.
The Roomba is just as easy, if not a bit more. There is a dock, plug that into the wall. There are 'walls' you put the fattest of batteries in, sadly not included. Then pull a but of plastic tab from underneath of the actual robot to free it's battery and get it to sit on it's dock. Initially for 16 hours, or until the clean switch on it's centre glows from red, to orange then ideally, green.
Secondly, the first clean:
As for the Dyson, off you go, clean like you mean it. Unless you're a complete clot when clicking it all together, it should just go, sucking up everything in it's way. The first drive is accompanied with the burning smell, so very light of oil and other bits from the factory. It goes by the third or fourth go-round-the-house.
The iRobot has to be set up, you have to but in the day, time first. If you're a VHS-player-phobic, don't worry, it's like setting up a digital alarm clock after a power cut. Then program in the days and times you want you little friend to go around your house. Done. Well, not quite. I would recommend you press clean there and then and follow it, the way you would follow a new servant around when their CV is questionable. Roomba's not a thief but it is a vacuum. It'll suck up any loose gold earrings or other some but important bittibobbies left on the floor. Once you've made you home Roomba friendly, then it's all plain sailing forever on.
Thirdly, living with them longterm:
At the end of the day, the balled Dyson is just like any upright, a bit heavier than Momo's old DC01 and my old Hoover upright. The pivoting ball idea is clever but a tad gimmicky; you have to turn the thing on your wrist and being as heavy as it is to drive around the sofa as it is, you still only go stripy on the floor. Yep, after all that's said and done, it's too heavy to do anything but use it like any no balled machine. Shame really. It's a bit of genius design. The DC25 is a real improvement over the original bagless DC01 of nearly 10 years ago, in the way you empty it. The whole notion of Dyson's design was that his daughter or son or cat or monkey was all allergic to dust and things. Well the cleaning might be so when you're about the house but when it came to emptying the bagless tube, dust would go everywhere, plus you have to touch it's inner yellow cone which will be caked in dusty dust. I can't empty the DC01 because I too, am an 'allergic'. Now though, it's click to release the DC25's tube then another click for the tube's bottom to flap open over a bin or next to one if you're one of those dyspraxics. Then push the bottom closed and click back into the DC25 itself. Easy.
So to the 560 version of the Roomba that's been running about your home for months now. In the price we paid for this addition to the Dawson-Bartlett house, it came with 3 years parts, labour and full replacement warranty. So if like me, you have heard of other people's Roombas dying after a few months, then at least we have 3 years of complete peace of mind. It is also so easy to empty too. It, like the Dyson is bagless. Press a button in the top and pull it's backbox out, tip it's contents into the bin, the filter, included in this box flips out and the fluff just falls away, none of the Dyson DC01's finger rubbing either. If you want to be a complete Monica Gellar about it, you can turn the 560 over and press a pair buttons to release to the two brushes to de-tangle your hair from them. Only do it monthly as per instructions if you're more Rachel Green about the home, then you're in keeping with the warranty too. I'm a bit too Monica and do it everyday, same with emptying the back box.
Fourthly, cost:
At £300, including the warranty, the Roomba's not cheap, but I've also heard of Dysons dying or burning out too. They, in the price include a 5 year parts and labour guaranty. So at £290 for the basic DC25AllFloors, it wins on price and err, reassurance. But they both lose compared to any other vacuum cleaners; Hoovers start at £90 for a bagless upright. £60 if you shout. But the Dyson is a rounded bit of kit, pun not intended. It is solid, really well put together. Hard wearing and solid, like an 80's Merc saloon.
The iRobot is well made like a new Merc; built to a cost but it is designed to be easy to completely take apart and it's so stupidly simple too. Only a micro computer makes it more complicated then a hair-dryer. Don't take it apart though. Unless your qualified and certificated by the manufacturer to do so.
Fifthly, so which is best?
The iRobot Roomba 560 silly!
Apart from the initial follow about and Roomba proofing of your home, it's a doddle. Yes you have to pick it to take it upstairs (like every other vacuum) but it's only 1.5Kg unlike the Dyson, which is nearly 5.9Kg. Plus the Roomba won't fall back down them, it's clever.
But think about it; the Dyson or any other cleaner is like you're doing the housework, the Roomba is like you're Wooster from the 30's. Why do it when you have a servant to do it.
Simple.
Sixthly, the links:
iRobot Roomba 560
Dyson DC25
if you have domestic help, or are the domestic help....
....tell me I'm wrong below, in the comments box.
Saturday 19 December 2009
...telling you I'll catch up
Really, whilst S L is revising like a trooper, I'll fill you all in (all 2 of you) on what's been happening in what feels like the shortest of the year. December's definitely the quickest. Am I right, am I right, ladies and gentlemen?
Sunday 13 December 2009
Thursday 3 December 2009
Wednesday 2 December 2009
...going into town...
...when I say going into, I really mean gone already.
It was just a quick in and out but I did go via the Lighthouse and Borders in the Merchant's Square, you know, next to GOMA.
The Lighthouse went under recently. It was a real shame that the premier legacy from the 1990 City of Culture was in such peril.
As I took the chance and walked up the alley to the entrance, I was wondering how the foyer would look without any lighting and only brightness coming from the skylight, 4 storeys up.
It wasn't to be, the Lighthouse was open. Yes, only half lit by bulbs but there was a couple of people sitting at reception in the dull gloom. As I asked about the situation, I noticed just how cold it was in there. Dark and cold, this is a tourist's must see. Also it is now without a classy restaurant, coffee shop and the money making merchandise and habitat like store. In fact, as the receptionist relayed the exhibition info, I noticed how there was only a handful of books on display. They're free BTW, yep, free. Also, I am under the impression the Lighthouse is now free to get into too. Thanks to the City Council's help out until March 2010, the place is on half on mode; a shadow of it's former light, brightness.
So go. Go there, bring the numbers up, show that people of Glasgow appreciate the finer things. Make the council see that it is worth bringing back to full beam because as it stands, come March, it's for sale. There's also the ability to change the building use and design. Come March, it really could be the end, end. Once they change it, there's no undo button, there's no more design museum in Glasgow. The only 1990 City of Culture reminder of how Glasgow started to get away from it's stab you now, stab you later image will go.
Borders is also closing down, where will everyone go it read heat magazine for free?
Yet Hamley's has opened a new flagship store down the road at the St Enoch's Centre (of all places?)
Maybe it more a sign of books don't sell but crystal-encrusted-model-cars do?
It was just a quick in and out but I did go via the Lighthouse and Borders in the Merchant's Square, you know, next to GOMA.
The Lighthouse went under recently. It was a real shame that the premier legacy from the 1990 City of Culture was in such peril.
As I took the chance and walked up the alley to the entrance, I was wondering how the foyer would look without any lighting and only brightness coming from the skylight, 4 storeys up.
It wasn't to be, the Lighthouse was open. Yes, only half lit by bulbs but there was a couple of people sitting at reception in the dull gloom. As I asked about the situation, I noticed just how cold it was in there. Dark and cold, this is a tourist's must see. Also it is now without a classy restaurant, coffee shop and the money making merchandise and habitat like store. In fact, as the receptionist relayed the exhibition info, I noticed how there was only a handful of books on display. They're free BTW, yep, free. Also, I am under the impression the Lighthouse is now free to get into too. Thanks to the City Council's help out until March 2010, the place is on half on mode; a shadow of it's former light, brightness.
So go. Go there, bring the numbers up, show that people of Glasgow appreciate the finer things. Make the council see that it is worth bringing back to full beam because as it stands, come March, it's for sale. There's also the ability to change the building use and design. Come March, it really could be the end, end. Once they change it, there's no undo button, there's no more design museum in Glasgow. The only 1990 City of Culture reminder of how Glasgow started to get away from it's stab you now, stab you later image will go.
Borders is also closing down, where will everyone go it read heat magazine for free?
Yet Hamley's has opened a new flagship store down the road at the St Enoch's Centre (of all places?)
Maybe it more a sign of books don't sell but crystal-encrusted-model-cars do?
...still disappointed with the Arsenal
As I re-write this thanks to google.ig wiping it, Arsenal has suffered a 3-0 semi-final kicking from Man C at the City of Manchester Stadium tonight.
How many times has Wenger got to the semi's of the Carling Cup and played the C Team?
Three years? Four?
It's not good enough when Arsenal hasn't really been close to the league title every Easter over the few years either. FA Cup, nope, not in the final with a proper chance of winning. Bar on Penalties, last won in 2005.
The January shopping list should read:
Don't buy anymore kids Arsene. They leave in the end (on a free transfer!) and at their prime.
Out & out striker:
muscular and quick, like Didier Drogba, with the ability to bully defences.
Craig Bellamy, Michael Owen or a similar pocket rocket would do, to get into the box to make the most of the first class crosses that Arsenal's midfield produce.
A holding midfielder:
think Flamini the season before he left. A player like Mathieu would let Fabregas, Arshavin and Rosicki go forward without the fear of having to track back so instantly. This would help with their stamina near the end of matches, where if behind, Arsenal fade.
A defensive leader:
Gallas is doing his best but has rubbed Wenger and some players the wrong way. A rock, a dependable player, a professional like John Terry. Not a 15 year old JT, a 25 year old one. I'm thinking Tony Adams without the drink problem. A Dixon or a Winterburn would do for a couple of seasons.
Sell:
Bendner, he's not the Van Persie junior he thinks he is. He can't turn matches and misses too much for the amount he does net.
Arsenal at the moment, unlike what Arsene thinks, only has a decent A Team, the B and C just aren't worth putting out at a semi-final or against Hull in the league. However, the reserves to need to come up to scratch because the reliance on the big names to get them out of a negative score line is too much week in, week out.
Every year, Arsenal has at least one crunch week. A week where the season ends. Or a week were the scores and the resulting humiliation scars the team and it takes a long period for results to change.
Remember when the 'Invincibles' lost their record at Old Trafford, of all places. It was like someone had died. Also the last two season, an FA Cup tie, Champions League Semi and a must win Premiership game would fall into a 8 day stretch. Arsenal would lose all three matches and in one foul swoop, the dream of silverware was gone.
So far this year, Arsenal lost in the league to Chelsea at the Emirates 3-0. Now, it's 3-0 to Man City in the Carling Cup. Lets hope this isn't the start of something of a crunch.
How many times has Wenger got to the semi's of the Carling Cup and played the C Team?
Three years? Four?
It's not good enough when Arsenal hasn't really been close to the league title every Easter over the few years either. FA Cup, nope, not in the final with a proper chance of winning. Bar on Penalties, last won in 2005.
The January shopping list should read:
Don't buy anymore kids Arsene. They leave in the end (on a free transfer!) and at their prime.
Out & out striker:
muscular and quick, like Didier Drogba, with the ability to bully defences.
Craig Bellamy, Michael Owen or a similar pocket rocket would do, to get into the box to make the most of the first class crosses that Arsenal's midfield produce.
A holding midfielder:
think Flamini the season before he left. A player like Mathieu would let Fabregas, Arshavin and Rosicki go forward without the fear of having to track back so instantly. This would help with their stamina near the end of matches, where if behind, Arsenal fade.
A defensive leader:
Gallas is doing his best but has rubbed Wenger and some players the wrong way. A rock, a dependable player, a professional like John Terry. Not a 15 year old JT, a 25 year old one. I'm thinking Tony Adams without the drink problem. A Dixon or a Winterburn would do for a couple of seasons.
Sell:
Bendner, he's not the Van Persie junior he thinks he is. He can't turn matches and misses too much for the amount he does net.
Arsenal at the moment, unlike what Arsene thinks, only has a decent A Team, the B and C just aren't worth putting out at a semi-final or against Hull in the league. However, the reserves to need to come up to scratch because the reliance on the big names to get them out of a negative score line is too much week in, week out.
Every year, Arsenal has at least one crunch week. A week where the season ends. Or a week were the scores and the resulting humiliation scars the team and it takes a long period for results to change.
Remember when the 'Invincibles' lost their record at Old Trafford, of all places. It was like someone had died. Also the last two season, an FA Cup tie, Champions League Semi and a must win Premiership game would fall into a 8 day stretch. Arsenal would lose all three matches and in one foul swoop, the dream of silverware was gone.
So far this year, Arsenal lost in the league to Chelsea at the Emirates 3-0. Now, it's 3-0 to Man City in the Carling Cup. Lets hope this isn't the start of something of a crunch.
Sunday 29 November 2009
...disappointed with the Arsenal
This is more for twitter really but...
Come on Arsenal, why at the key points, the season defining moments, do you collapse.
Arsenal 0
Chelsea 3
You can't blame everything on one injured striker if you say you're happy with what you have 5 minutes before. It's ok to say your first XI is up there with the other 'big four' but you've got to want a complete squad that's just as strong as the competitions'. Especially, when you've had the likes of Rosicky and Eduardo and their near-career ending body shocks they've had live with. It's only a matter of time before young captain Fabregas and the new dutch bank; Vermaelen, get long term injuries.
Strength in depth, Arsene, please.
It's the obviousness of Arsenal's weakness that is so frustrating. All the fans know it, the player's must but it's Wenger's constant denial of it, over the past five years that has been the bugbear.
Also, Arsenal doesn't seem to have the attractiveness to potential players it once did. Maybe it's because when another team try to put a better bid in, Arsenal can't raise the stakes. It's not like the personal terms are great either; fixed into a squad wide pay structure (unlike any other premier league team).
Maybe next year....
Carling Cup?
Come on Arsenal, why at the key points, the season defining moments, do you collapse.
Arsenal 0
Chelsea 3
You can't blame everything on one injured striker if you say you're happy with what you have 5 minutes before. It's ok to say your first XI is up there with the other 'big four' but you've got to want a complete squad that's just as strong as the competitions'. Especially, when you've had the likes of Rosicky and Eduardo and their near-career ending body shocks they've had live with. It's only a matter of time before young captain Fabregas and the new dutch bank; Vermaelen, get long term injuries.
Strength in depth, Arsene, please.
It's the obviousness of Arsenal's weakness that is so frustrating. All the fans know it, the player's must but it's Wenger's constant denial of it, over the past five years that has been the bugbear.
Also, Arsenal doesn't seem to have the attractiveness to potential players it once did. Maybe it's because when another team try to put a better bid in, Arsenal can't raise the stakes. It's not like the personal terms are great either; fixed into a squad wide pay structure (unlike any other premier league team).
Maybe next year....
Carling Cup?
...not coping after seeing 'The Fourth Kind'
Last night, as a belated birthday day, SL and I went to see 'The Fourth Kind' as I wanted to see it the day before (on my birthday). It was a late night showing of the film, starting at 11pm. Last night was also the last showing of it.
Alien abduction has always been a curious thing for me. Both an interest and a root fear of mine. Maybe it's because I'm of the X-Files generation. It is on record that alien and UFO reports peaked at the same time ratings for the show peaked.
There are three fears that as a kid or even as a teenager, struck to my core; alien encounters and the idea of possession, in my mind, linked, the idea of ghosts and poltergeists.
The reason that I had these things stick, is because figures of authority; parents, teachers, Scully and other pivotal people in my life, could not explain away these things.
Logic and reason could be used to iron out explainations from the mass of often contradictory 'facts'.
What also pushed these fears over into my conscious was my catholic upbringing. Remember, it's the catholic's who believe or in fact, have tools to combat demonic possession. The idea of another soul taking control of the only thing that's truly yours; your own body.
Yes, no matter how silly my catholic mother would say I was being, it was her religion that accommodates one of my worst notions.
Moving on 15 or more years, if two films were to scare me to my teenage frailty it would be one about 'true' alien abduction and encounters, and one about poltergeist and spirit possession.
Roll on 'The Fourth Kind' and 'Paranormal Activities'.
So, feeling brave on my 24th birthday, I went to see the former. Oh, it's only now, 4pm the next day, that I'm together. Reading that it's all just a hoax will help me sleep tonight. However, it's just a temporary thing surely, just because this film wasn't real, doesn't mean the concept isn't.
Now I'm feeling I'm not ready to see the latter. not just yet.
Strangely enough, one of my favourite films is the 'Mothman Prophecies' where Richard Gere gets abducted, well, moved 500 miles in the opposite directions and stuck in a loop, arriving at 'The Fourth Kind's' Sheriff August's house (I can't remember the actor's name but he's getting a little stuck in these weird movies). Anyway, Richard's there to stop most of the town dying in a disaster of some kind. He comes into indirect contact with Indrid Cold, the benign being, the mothman. The disaster was a true event, collapse of the Silver across the Ohio River from Point Pleasant to Gallipolis, Ohio. The film was based on a book, of the same title as the film, also based on true events.
Will Patton, the actor's called Will Patton. He was Sheriff August and also the crazed bloke Indrid spoke directly to.
My point, yes, my point...
...I'm ok with the whole Mothman phenomenon. The phenomenon which has been reported before Chernobyl, before other massive accidental losses of human life in history. The idea behind it all, is more like a protective influence rather than a thing to be scared of.
In 'The Fourth Kind', however, the unknown force, the disturbing entity is just that, purely disturbing. In it to do harm, not to help, but to interfere in a bottom rummaging way.
There's just so much more to say about this whole subject. Not the bottom thing, the alien, mothman, paranormal milieu, but no, not today. It's a Sunday. You should be working on something with the family. Not reading this nonsense, half-baked with no construct on which I navigated.
I would like to add however, in watching the film lastnight, I remember in our old house, a four storey place on a hill, there were a couple of times were strange things accured. Shadows of a hand and on one occasion, I didn't move for the full 9 hours of sleep. My blanket was exactly how it was when I went to sleep. Considering I'm a really restless sleeper, this was, well.
Also of note. Why is it as soon as someone else mentions lights in the sky or beams of light from above, we switch off. It's like the notion that the universe is never ending. A space with no physical end, no boundaries. On going, ever expanding. Nothing beyond it all.
Anywho.....
Alien abduction has always been a curious thing for me. Both an interest and a root fear of mine. Maybe it's because I'm of the X-Files generation. It is on record that alien and UFO reports peaked at the same time ratings for the show peaked.
There are three fears that as a kid or even as a teenager, struck to my core; alien encounters and the idea of possession, in my mind, linked, the idea of ghosts and poltergeists.
The reason that I had these things stick, is because figures of authority; parents, teachers, Scully and other pivotal people in my life, could not explain away these things.
Logic and reason could be used to iron out explainations from the mass of often contradictory 'facts'.
What also pushed these fears over into my conscious was my catholic upbringing. Remember, it's the catholic's who believe or in fact, have tools to combat demonic possession. The idea of another soul taking control of the only thing that's truly yours; your own body.
Yes, no matter how silly my catholic mother would say I was being, it was her religion that accommodates one of my worst notions.
Moving on 15 or more years, if two films were to scare me to my teenage frailty it would be one about 'true' alien abduction and encounters, and one about poltergeist and spirit possession.
Roll on 'The Fourth Kind' and 'Paranormal Activities'.
So, feeling brave on my 24th birthday, I went to see the former. Oh, it's only now, 4pm the next day, that I'm together. Reading that it's all just a hoax will help me sleep tonight. However, it's just a temporary thing surely, just because this film wasn't real, doesn't mean the concept isn't.
Now I'm feeling I'm not ready to see the latter. not just yet.
Strangely enough, one of my favourite films is the 'Mothman Prophecies' where Richard Gere gets abducted, well, moved 500 miles in the opposite directions and stuck in a loop, arriving at 'The Fourth Kind's' Sheriff August's house (I can't remember the actor's name but he's getting a little stuck in these weird movies). Anyway, Richard's there to stop most of the town dying in a disaster of some kind. He comes into indirect contact with Indrid Cold, the benign being, the mothman. The disaster was a true event, collapse of the Silver across the Ohio River from Point Pleasant to Gallipolis, Ohio. The film was based on a book, of the same title as the film, also based on true events.
Will Patton, the actor's called Will Patton. He was Sheriff August and also the crazed bloke Indrid spoke directly to.
My point, yes, my point...
...I'm ok with the whole Mothman phenomenon. The phenomenon which has been reported before Chernobyl, before other massive accidental losses of human life in history. The idea behind it all, is more like a protective influence rather than a thing to be scared of.
In 'The Fourth Kind', however, the unknown force, the disturbing entity is just that, purely disturbing. In it to do harm, not to help, but to interfere in a bottom rummaging way.
There's just so much more to say about this whole subject. Not the bottom thing, the alien, mothman, paranormal milieu, but no, not today. It's a Sunday. You should be working on something with the family. Not reading this nonsense, half-baked with no construct on which I navigated.
I would like to add however, in watching the film lastnight, I remember in our old house, a four storey place on a hill, there were a couple of times were strange things accured. Shadows of a hand and on one occasion, I didn't move for the full 9 hours of sleep. My blanket was exactly how it was when I went to sleep. Considering I'm a really restless sleeper, this was, well.
Also of note. Why is it as soon as someone else mentions lights in the sky or beams of light from above, we switch off. It's like the notion that the universe is never ending. A space with no physical end, no boundaries. On going, ever expanding. Nothing beyond it all.
Anywho.....
Saturday 28 November 2009
...thanking everyone who remembered my birthday...
...really, thank you to everyone who sent messages to my facebook and via other means.
I was really chuffed with the amount of people that wrote to me.
This really meant quite a bit for two reasons; firstly, I hardly remember anyone elses birthday. Secondly, I don't go out that much, or meet up with people regularly. So to be remembered, yay me.
Also, thank you all for accepting my age. I've pretended to be 5 years older than I really was for far too long, so taking those 5 years off without a negative outcry was great.
My sister and I really are twins. I was just really bright so I went to school early, I was only one year(s) old when everyone else was 5 or 6.
It was Hailsham!
Thank you all again, yay you
I was really chuffed with the amount of people that wrote to me.
This really meant quite a bit for two reasons; firstly, I hardly remember anyone elses birthday. Secondly, I don't go out that much, or meet up with people regularly. So to be remembered, yay me.
Also, thank you all for accepting my age. I've pretended to be 5 years older than I really was for far too long, so taking those 5 years off without a negative outcry was great.
My sister and I really are twins. I was just really bright so I went to school early, I was only one year(s) old when everyone else was 5 or 6.
It was Hailsham!
Thank you all again, yay you
...24 and leaking bogies...
...in front of Paul, of United Casting...
...so today was my sign up to the extras agency. I'd been looking forward to this for ages. This was an integral part of my 'future me' and my recovery from my illness.
So there was a lot riding on this, right?
No, it was just a photo and then me writing a cheque. However, I had to meet two of the three people that founded and run the company. So it was vital I didn't come across as a complete tool or worse, a total f*ckwit. If I'd made the wrong impression with them, why would they want to recommend me to production companies and others things that use extras, like at a, err, a......anyway.
I dressed smart, black tie, light blue shirt, long brown coat. Plus my new 'Mr Men' brogues SL gave me yesterday.
I arrived at 11.30 at reception, for my 11.30 appointment. Hey, that's early for me. Yes I know.
Fill in a form, clothes measurements and contact details mainly.
Luckily for me, they're running late.
Sitting there waiting, other extras came and went. All in order on the list on the greeter's clipboard.
Then, what's this, snotty nose, I've got a snotty nose. Crap, if I touch my nose, it'll go red and my face'll look blotchy for the photograph. But it's all watery snot, err. So with sniffing and the odd wipe with my hand. Plus two sneezes. I was called in...
...all when well, I think. I was funny, I think, confident and not at all like a f*ckwit. I think I wasn't a cock. Anyway, smiles all round, good. Then got up to get my photo taken, took off my coat, stood up, bingo, in one. Nice. No smile, just a blank canvas of a face. My hair wasn't too much of a hedge. Then time to write out the cheque; looking down as I write out....
...a long liquid bogey escaped my nose straight to the ground. I'm giggling as I write this now but at the time, even if Paul didn't see, I said out loud "bogies, err, I've got bogies."
God, what the hell was wrong with my nose, is it fighting for the other side (as in, it's not fighting for me, not that it's homosexual)?
Thankfully, Paul replied with, "like that game kids play, 'bogies', you know?"
No I thought, but well, I'm in a hole, "Oh yeah, bogies. Yeah, kids?"
What a tool, I'm such a tw*t. But then I said, "Oh do you need to see some ID or anything?"
Nice, moving things away from my snot string and my red, red nose.
"Oh yes, well remembered." he said.
Then, that was it, all ends tied up, brilliant. Now get out before my snot monkey tries to escape again, maybe with a sneeze. God, imagine I sneezed on him and snotted everything in sight.
"Right, is that everything?" I said
"Yep, brilliant, we'll be in touch. You OK?" he said with a smile, a friendly smile, not a mocking one.
"Oh, yeah, I just can't believe I said 'ah bogies' to another adult."
"It's OK, it happens all the time." Paul said and 'hmm, only to me, surely?' I thought, but he's more than accommodating, this could have been a nightmare. Paul made sure it wasn't, thanks.
I then said, "I haven't worn this coat in awhile, I must be illurgic to it." with a laugh.
So rubbing my right hand like a loony, I go to shake his out stretched had, "Sorry, the bogies again."
Well, I made an impression.
...so today was my sign up to the extras agency. I'd been looking forward to this for ages. This was an integral part of my 'future me' and my recovery from my illness.
So there was a lot riding on this, right?
No, it was just a photo and then me writing a cheque. However, I had to meet two of the three people that founded and run the company. So it was vital I didn't come across as a complete tool or worse, a total f*ckwit. If I'd made the wrong impression with them, why would they want to recommend me to production companies and others things that use extras, like at a, err, a......anyway.
I dressed smart, black tie, light blue shirt, long brown coat. Plus my new 'Mr Men' brogues SL gave me yesterday.
I arrived at 11.30 at reception, for my 11.30 appointment. Hey, that's early for me. Yes I know.
Fill in a form, clothes measurements and contact details mainly.
Luckily for me, they're running late.
Sitting there waiting, other extras came and went. All in order on the list on the greeter's clipboard.
Then, what's this, snotty nose, I've got a snotty nose. Crap, if I touch my nose, it'll go red and my face'll look blotchy for the photograph. But it's all watery snot, err. So with sniffing and the odd wipe with my hand. Plus two sneezes. I was called in...
...all when well, I think. I was funny, I think, confident and not at all like a f*ckwit. I think I wasn't a cock. Anyway, smiles all round, good. Then got up to get my photo taken, took off my coat, stood up, bingo, in one. Nice. No smile, just a blank canvas of a face. My hair wasn't too much of a hedge. Then time to write out the cheque; looking down as I write out....
...a long liquid bogey escaped my nose straight to the ground. I'm giggling as I write this now but at the time, even if Paul didn't see, I said out loud "bogies, err, I've got bogies."
God, what the hell was wrong with my nose, is it fighting for the other side (as in, it's not fighting for me, not that it's homosexual)?
Thankfully, Paul replied with, "like that game kids play, 'bogies', you know?"
No I thought, but well, I'm in a hole, "Oh yeah, bogies. Yeah, kids?"
What a tool, I'm such a tw*t. But then I said, "Oh do you need to see some ID or anything?"
Nice, moving things away from my snot string and my red, red nose.
"Oh yes, well remembered." he said.
Then, that was it, all ends tied up, brilliant. Now get out before my snot monkey tries to escape again, maybe with a sneeze. God, imagine I sneezed on him and snotted everything in sight.
"Right, is that everything?" I said
"Yep, brilliant, we'll be in touch. You OK?" he said with a smile, a friendly smile, not a mocking one.
"Oh, yeah, I just can't believe I said 'ah bogies' to another adult."
"It's OK, it happens all the time." Paul said and 'hmm, only to me, surely?' I thought, but he's more than accommodating, this could have been a nightmare. Paul made sure it wasn't, thanks.
I then said, "I haven't worn this coat in awhile, I must be illurgic to it." with a laugh.
So rubbing my right hand like a loony, I go to shake his out stretched had, "Sorry, the bogies again."
Well, I made an impression.
Thursday 26 November 2009
...being read by a new fan...
but relatives are the harshest critics
...still 23, just...
...I'll be 24 tomorrow.
Cue:
What Have I done with my life?
Where am I?
Where am I going?
What happened to my youth?
In fact, I was like that all week, now, I'm just numb to the fact I'm really 29 tomorrow.
Hey, at least I look good, and I'm signing up with the extras agency on Saturday, so it's not the end of the world...
...yet
Cue:
What Have I done with my life?
Where am I?
Where am I going?
What happened to my youth?
In fact, I was like that all week, now, I'm just numb to the fact I'm really 29 tomorrow.
Hey, at least I look good, and I'm signing up with the extras agency on Saturday, so it's not the end of the world...
...yet
...reviewing the Sony Vaio VPC W11 S1E/White
...reviewing the Sony Vaio VPC W11 S1E/White
Now, it might be the fact that I watched 2012 a few days ago, or it might be because I love Sony stuff or it might just be because other netbook's just aren't as cool...
Or it might be all of those things, but the reasons behind the purchase of the Sony W11 was a basic need to do internetty things beyond my iPod touch and do some type-e-type in a library or mcdonalds or starbucks, nursing that one macchaito allday.
The big factor in buying one now was twofold, mother kindly gave me some birthday money and secondly, the price of the Sony pushed it into an area filled with some older or more basic netbooks.
Sony make quality products, it a fact. They're like the Audi of electronics. Well, at least the VW Golf.
Most netbooks are basically the same machines; an Intel Atom processor with a Gig of RAM and a harddrive ranging from 120 to 160 to an expensive 320GB.
The processor speeds or numbers are becoming a new way to confuse us all. Remember when it was just a 486, 586, pentium and that was it. Pentium was newer and better than a 586, which in turn was better than a 486. Easy as.
Now Intel have a complete range of chippy bits. Plus then there's AMD and their range of numbers and names.
Anyway, the Atom is Intel's smallest processor and in the Sony, it's a N280. Which I'm thinking is better than the N270 fitted in the comparable Samsung NC10 netbook, which SL's mother has.
The Sony has two USBs, a pointless wired LAN connection and two 35mm jacks for headphones and a mic. It has a mic and small speakers in-built, to go with the 0.3mp webcam above the brilliant netbook best screen. It also has a SD card slot, like others but also a Sony own MemoryStick slot too. The MemoryStick thing is something Sony just won't let go of, even when SD, Flash and others which beat the MS, are now all on the decrease. Memory cards to swap about between things are just not needed anymore. It's just two slots, like a nun, wasted.
Right, so where is the W-series Sony different?
Well, apart from the hi-res screen and the sexy white chassis and case, not much. In fact, at it's normal price (£350), I wouldn't even bother. But at £280, it's pitched up against Acer's, the Samsung NC10 (which is getting on in computer terms) and some patchy Asus. The Sony has a better, more solid two hinge opening and magnetic closure. On the cheaper Asus's, the hinges are on sticks, making it ripe for snapping. Where the Sony is really different though, in a good(ish) way is the design of the keyboard. It's a MacBookPro-esque spaced individual keys with the slightest of movement when depressed.
I'll take a picture on my phone and bluetooth it to the netbook, as like others, bluetooth is de'regur, or whatever. Technology, really, these days.
Sony's W11 and the much more expensive W12 with a 320GB harddrive is available in white, brown and acid pink.
Sony are filling in a middle grown in the technology/style landscape. With computers it is the easiest to explain. Apple with their MacBooks and iMacs are at the high end; expensive stylish, different (but everywhere), and for the arty-types, with there Jamie Oliver scooters and cookbooks. Then you have the PC crowd, all there, sitting, black not beige but still PCs, cheap feeling keyboards, a parts-bin of different makes to create some truly ugly machines. Then there's Sony. Straddling the gap. Better than other PC brands, with a recognisable name and strong image. A decent design dept which manages to create tactile and hardwearing laptops, desktops and now, a bit late, netbooks. Sony also gives the impression they care when their products fail, unlike some fly-by-night brands (looking at you Asus). Sony price themselves into this category too. You have to pay for quality you know.
I've had the netbook for three days now so this was never going to be in-depth now, but it's all positive, bar the missing battery (£88 from Sony and £60+ on eBay) and the spacebar (which only makes a space when typing if you hit it right in the middle, might as well be a space button, like other keys). It would have been nice to have microsoft Word or some of office but nothing come with it as standard these days. I've got a copy of Works, that'll do for writing my drivel.
So to summarise my summary:
+
looks and feels better than the rest of the normal netbooks
good value for a Sony at £280
hi-res screen and brilliant contrast with great backlighting range
lightweight
the cool keyboard looks good and once you get used to it, really nice to use
it's a XP based PC, no Mac snowleopard nonsense here
an N280 instead of a N270, yay
lovely feeling touch pad
If you have this in 2012, you live to see 2013 (2012 the movie)
-
spacebar is not consistently making spaces
0.3mp webcam is only OK for skyping, not for selling your wares, you know, net whoring.
the right hand shift key is tiny and the ?/key's just there, where it should be
battery life is only 2-3hours if you're lucky, Samsung NC10 lasts 4-5hours apparently
7
---
10
A quality product that's all touchy-feely with a lovely white lid and MacBook-like keyboard, but battery life could/should be better.
Would recommend at this 'bargain' price.
Or it might be all of those things, but the reasons behind the purchase of the Sony W11 was a basic need to do internetty things beyond my iPod touch and do some type-e-type in a library or mcdonalds or starbucks, nursing that one macchaito allday.
The big factor in buying one now was twofold, mother kindly gave me some birthday money and secondly, the price of the Sony pushed it into an area filled with some older or more basic netbooks.
Sony make quality products, it a fact. They're like the Audi of electronics. Well, at least the VW Golf.
Most netbooks are basically the same machines; an Intel Atom processor with a Gig of RAM and a harddrive ranging from 120 to 160 to an expensive 320GB.
The processor speeds or numbers are becoming a new way to confuse us all. Remember when it was just a 486, 586, pentium and that was it. Pentium was newer and better than a 586, which in turn was better than a 486. Easy as.
Now Intel have a complete range of chippy bits. Plus then there's AMD and their range of numbers and names.
Anyway, the Atom is Intel's smallest processor and in the Sony, it's a N280. Which I'm thinking is better than the N270 fitted in the comparable Samsung NC10 netbook, which SL's mother has.
The Sony has two USBs, a pointless wired LAN connection and two 35mm jacks for headphones and a mic. It has a mic and small speakers in-built, to go with the 0.3mp webcam above the brilliant netbook best screen. It also has a SD card slot, like others but also a Sony own MemoryStick slot too. The MemoryStick thing is something Sony just won't let go of, even when SD, Flash and others which beat the MS, are now all on the decrease. Memory cards to swap about between things are just not needed anymore. It's just two slots, like a nun, wasted.
Right, so where is the W-series Sony different?
Well, apart from the hi-res screen and the sexy white chassis and case, not much. In fact, at it's normal price (£350), I wouldn't even bother. But at £280, it's pitched up against Acer's, the Samsung NC10 (which is getting on in computer terms) and some patchy Asus. The Sony has a better, more solid two hinge opening and magnetic closure. On the cheaper Asus's, the hinges are on sticks, making it ripe for snapping. Where the Sony is really different though, in a good(ish) way is the design of the keyboard. It's a MacBookPro-esque spaced individual keys with the slightest of movement when depressed.
I'll take a picture on my phone and bluetooth it to the netbook, as like others, bluetooth is de'regur, or whatever. Technology, really, these days.
Sony's W11 and the much more expensive W12 with a 320GB harddrive is available in white, brown and acid pink.
Sony are filling in a middle grown in the technology/style landscape. With computers it is the easiest to explain. Apple with their MacBooks and iMacs are at the high end; expensive stylish, different (but everywhere), and for the arty-types, with there Jamie Oliver scooters and cookbooks. Then you have the PC crowd, all there, sitting, black not beige but still PCs, cheap feeling keyboards, a parts-bin of different makes to create some truly ugly machines. Then there's Sony. Straddling the gap. Better than other PC brands, with a recognisable name and strong image. A decent design dept which manages to create tactile and hardwearing laptops, desktops and now, a bit late, netbooks. Sony also gives the impression they care when their products fail, unlike some fly-by-night brands (looking at you Asus). Sony price themselves into this category too. You have to pay for quality you know.
I've had the netbook for three days now so this was never going to be in-depth now, but it's all positive, bar the missing battery (£88 from Sony and £60+ on eBay) and the spacebar (which only makes a space when typing if you hit it right in the middle, might as well be a space button, like other keys). It would have been nice to have microsoft Word or some of office but nothing come with it as standard these days. I've got a copy of Works, that'll do for writing my drivel.
So to summarise my summary:
+
looks and feels better than the rest of the normal netbooks
good value for a Sony at £280
hi-res screen and brilliant contrast with great backlighting range
lightweight
the cool keyboard looks good and once you get used to it, really nice to use
it's a XP based PC, no Mac snowleopard nonsense here
an N280 instead of a N270, yay
lovely feeling touch pad
If you have this in 2012, you live to see 2013 (2012 the movie)
-
spacebar is not consistently making spaces
0.3mp webcam is only OK for skyping, not for selling your wares, you know, net whoring.
the right hand shift key is tiny and the ?/key's just there, where it should be
battery life is only 2-3hours if you're lucky, Samsung NC10 lasts 4-5hours apparently
7
---
10
A quality product that's all touchy-feely with a lovely white lid and MacBook-like keyboard, but battery life could/should be better.
Would recommend at this 'bargain' price.
...impressed with Comet's customer service...
...no, really. Seriously.
I'm not too sure why, but my nan and aunty really don't like Comet, the electrical store. I think it was based on a bad experience when a fridge or microwave or kettle blew up after a day.
I'm all for family solidarity and brand snubbing but their prices on some things are just too good to be all 'sod them and their crappy customer service' especially because my eyes are larger than my wallet.
The item I'm after is a Sony netbook, a vpc w11 s1e in white. It's the normal netbook fare, review straight after this post. At Comet, the white one is £279.99 with free delivery or pick-up instore. Normally, this little 'puter come's in at £349.99 and in some places, the SonyStore & SonyStyle.co.uk it's at £365.99.
So come on, it's a brilliant price right?
Yes it is, and to show it is, the ultra cool brown version at Comet is a web only £339.99, so the macbookpro-esque white will more than do.
The catch...
well, when I got it home, plugged it in and got going, nothing, well, nothing big. The normal cycle of software updates and restarts. But once that was all done, nothing...
...then I pulled the plug. Instant death. But it's been on charge for ages!
No it hasn't, there's no battery. Rummage around the tiny box, nope, nothing there.
Shit.
In the box however, I did find a picture of the battery on a Sony leaflet labelled accessories. Hmm, maybe it doesn't come with one. No, that'll be stupid...
So, off to Comet again, let's kick some arse/ass.
'was it sealed sir?'
'Sony weigh the boxes before they leave the factory, to see that there's nothing missing'
'are you sure you haven't lost it sir?'
oh, this isn't going well. It's like making a pact with the school bully and then asking him/her for your share of the dinner money. Or like how in 10 years time when the UK asks the US for it's half of Iraq's oil. You know you shouldn't have done the deal, but the price looked so good.
'well, you'll have to come back tomorrow, the manager's not in today.'
'are you sure you haven't lost it down the sofa?'
'the box would 'ave been sealed you know'
yes thanks for that mate. hmm, so Comet really are crap.
Next day, popped back in just before rush hour. Luckily Comet's about 5 minutes away.
I was like this to them: 'can I speak to the manager, it's about my computer not having a battery!'
They were like this to me: 'ok, I'll just get her.'
Right, I thought, let the battle commence...
The manager came out and was like this: 'would a new battery be ok?'
'errr, yeah, that'll be fine.'
'could someone get this customer a new battery from either another Sony or from the display's box...
...would that be ok sir?'
'no, that'll be brilliant, thanks, yeah' what an idiot I thought, 'no, err, yeah?' what am I 13 again.
So in summary, stand up straight, dress smart, feel confident and be ready to shout. Then, be polite but stand your ground. They'll be all shit because they either don't really care or they're just flushing out the chancers. If you have to come back, fine, but be ready to not go away again; clear your diary.
Then, from your kick arse/ass persona, they'll not mess with you.
Either that or ask to see the manager the first time round. And to think, for a second, I thought netbook's didn't come with batteries, what a clot!
I'm not too sure why, but my nan and aunty really don't like Comet, the electrical store. I think it was based on a bad experience when a fridge or microwave or kettle blew up after a day.
I'm all for family solidarity and brand snubbing but their prices on some things are just too good to be all 'sod them and their crappy customer service' especially because my eyes are larger than my wallet.
The item I'm after is a Sony netbook, a vpc w11 s1e in white. It's the normal netbook fare, review straight after this post. At Comet, the white one is £279.99 with free delivery or pick-up instore. Normally, this little 'puter come's in at £349.99 and in some places, the SonyStore & SonyStyle.co.uk it's at £365.99.
So come on, it's a brilliant price right?
Yes it is, and to show it is, the ultra cool brown version at Comet is a web only £339.99, so the macbookpro-esque white will more than do.
The catch...
well, when I got it home, plugged it in and got going, nothing, well, nothing big. The normal cycle of software updates and restarts. But once that was all done, nothing...
...then I pulled the plug. Instant death. But it's been on charge for ages!
No it hasn't, there's no battery. Rummage around the tiny box, nope, nothing there.
Shit.
In the box however, I did find a picture of the battery on a Sony leaflet labelled accessories. Hmm, maybe it doesn't come with one. No, that'll be stupid...
So, off to Comet again, let's kick some arse/ass.
'was it sealed sir?'
'Sony weigh the boxes before they leave the factory, to see that there's nothing missing'
'are you sure you haven't lost it sir?'
oh, this isn't going well. It's like making a pact with the school bully and then asking him/her for your share of the dinner money. Or like how in 10 years time when the UK asks the US for it's half of Iraq's oil. You know you shouldn't have done the deal, but the price looked so good.
'well, you'll have to come back tomorrow, the manager's not in today.'
'are you sure you haven't lost it down the sofa?'
'the box would 'ave been sealed you know'
yes thanks for that mate. hmm, so Comet really are crap.
Next day, popped back in just before rush hour. Luckily Comet's about 5 minutes away.
I was like this to them: 'can I speak to the manager, it's about my computer not having a battery!'
They were like this to me: 'ok, I'll just get her.'
Right, I thought, let the battle commence...
The manager came out and was like this: 'would a new battery be ok?'
'errr, yeah, that'll be fine.'
'could someone get this customer a new battery from either another Sony or from the display's box...
...would that be ok sir?'
'no, that'll be brilliant, thanks, yeah' what an idiot I thought, 'no, err, yeah?' what am I 13 again.
So in summary, stand up straight, dress smart, feel confident and be ready to shout. Then, be polite but stand your ground. They'll be all shit because they either don't really care or they're just flushing out the chancers. If you have to come back, fine, but be ready to not go away again; clear your diary.
Then, from your kick arse/ass persona, they'll not mess with you.
Either that or ask to see the manager the first time round. And to think, for a second, I thought netbook's didn't come with batteries, what a clot!
Sunday 22 November 2009
...sure there's more...
...no, not this week.
It's ok to have a completely mundane week.
Hell, I'm sure that most people suffer at the hands of mundaneness
I guess I'm lucky that this to do list is not the be all and end all of my day, or week.
Far from it.
What I have to do is to is make sure that I get some quality writing time this week, to not get too distracted with the housewife stuff.
Also, if the weather improves, continue to shoot the French Project, if it doesn't, take photos of any flooding left over. Although thinking about it, the rain's eased off enough for the water to go away but not enough to film.
Maybe just write this week.
(oh, go to comet for a battery pack)
It's ok to have a completely mundane week.
Hell, I'm sure that most people suffer at the hands of mundaneness
I guess I'm lucky that this to do list is not the be all and end all of my day, or week.
Far from it.
What I have to do is to is make sure that I get some quality writing time this week, to not get too distracted with the housewife stuff.
Also, if the weather improves, continue to shoot the French Project, if it doesn't, take photos of any flooding left over. Although thinking about it, the rain's eased off enough for the water to go away but not enough to film.
Maybe just write this week.
(oh, go to comet for a battery pack)
...using this as a to do list...
...as I can't find my scrap of paper, the one with all things I forgotten to do on it.
all to be done this week, over the week:
all to be done this week, over the week:
- tidy away all the stuff on the breakfast table
- polish the table and rotate the chairs from the sun
- clear my desk, the drawing desk, not just the computer one this time
- do left over laundry from the weekend
- go food shopping; get things for SL's lunch
- clear the coffee table and find a place for blockbusters
- water all the house plants
- spilatify the sittingroom, also rearrange the plugs in the hall too
- take the things & clothes to the charity shop
- change the bedsheets
- get a repeat antihistamine prescription
- send in or drop off the UKTS cheque
- I'm sure there's much, much more
Saturday 21 November 2009
...recovering from a case of Roland Emmerich
I've just returned from seeing 2012
When I heard about the film, and even after I saw the terrible trailer, I really wanted to see 2012.
No one else I asked was that impressed or that bothered about it.
I loved 'The Day After, Tomorrow, Day', or whatever it was called. No, really, I thought it was a good yarn.
Even 'Independence Day' was a good bit of fluff too. Not as good as 'The Day After...' but what is?
So, yeah, I was actually excited to see 2012.....
.....but what a load of shit!
Really, it's the worst piece of contradictory, anti-humanity, Sony Vaio, Seal of the President, US flag waving nonsense. Ever in the history of completely shit films. Ever
And 3 hours of it as well, who the hell was the editor? Roland's mother?
Right, where to start this bashing?
That concludes my review of 2012.
Next week, I'll be watching Robert Downey Jr as Sherlock Holmes, wow, how good was his English accent, he's going down in history with the likes of Depp, Van Dyck and Joe Swash as the most twatiest cockney this side of err, Jude Law?
When I heard about the film, and even after I saw the terrible trailer, I really wanted to see 2012.
No one else I asked was that impressed or that bothered about it.
I loved 'The Day After, Tomorrow, Day', or whatever it was called. No, really, I thought it was a good yarn.
Even 'Independence Day' was a good bit of fluff too. Not as good as 'The Day After...' but what is?
So, yeah, I was actually excited to see 2012.....
.....but what a load of shit!
Really, it's the worst piece of contradictory, anti-humanity, Sony Vaio, Seal of the President, US flag waving nonsense. Ever in the history of completely shit films. Ever
And 3 hours of it as well, who the hell was the editor? Roland's mother?
Right, where to start this bashing?
- John Cusack's character is a deadbeat-dad, who just happens to be the tardy chaffeur to one of the richest men in the world, and in a 2 year old stretched Lincoln, really?
- His ex-wife's new husband is a plastic surgeon in Hollywood, yet only drives a Porsche Caymen. He must be the crappest surgeon in LA, by far
- All the 'best' people worth saving, are old, like the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh, and on the American ship, 10 men to every women, really?
- The moral to come out of the film, well, the main one I picked up, don't be a good guy, you die and no-one really cares, look what happened to Gordon, or the chess playing Indian kid and his parents, Sacha, the sexy Antonov pilot, that blond Paris Hilton lookalike, Woody Harrelson, the President. Yet mofos like Oliver Platt's character, the rich twins, deadbeat John Cusack, many other mofos besides are aboard the ship, and thus survive the end of the world.
- It's not his Bentley, but that Russian Oligarch could start it using is voice. Can anyone start a Bentley just by mumbling 'engine start' in a very deep voice?
- You can take off from anything if you say 'there's just not enough runway' even if you're not at the needed speed for lift.
- Stretched Lincoln limos can snap their chassis you know, Roland. They're not the best built cars even before they've been extended (by some chop-shop in an industrial unit just off the main street, in some 'city' in Southern California).
- Roland, stop and count how many times you plug John Cusack's character's book, it got really tedious. Actually, I got up to go to the toilet 3/4s the way though, not because I needed too but because the whole film was getting tedious, really tedious.
- Also, the overhead shot of the limo escaping the suburbs, I thought special effects had movedon since Streetfighter2, the video game, on the Amiga.
That concludes my review of 2012.
Next week, I'll be watching Robert Downey Jr as Sherlock Holmes, wow, how good was his English accent, he's going down in history with the likes of Depp, Van Dyck and Joe Swash as the most twatiest cockney this side of err, Jude Law?
Sunday 15 November 2009
...waiting for Doctor Who
Some days, thanks to my medicine, I run out of steam. Well, I think it's the medicine, or it might be the depression, or maybe it's because I'm a cat.
Yesterday, I napped for most of the day, having had a busy Friday, popping in and out, phone calls, late night Tesco shopping too.
Today however, not too sure why, but I was drained. Maybe it was all the excitement of Friday and the implications of actually doing something about my acting urge. So I napped for an hour or so, now, I'm good.
I'm not too sure what to do now though.
Maybe after a drive with SL and Milly Moo, I'll do the mundane jobs:
Yesterday, I napped for most of the day, having had a busy Friday, popping in and out, phone calls, late night Tesco shopping too.
Today however, not too sure why, but I was drained. Maybe it was all the excitement of Friday and the implications of actually doing something about my acting urge. So I napped for an hour or so, now, I'm good.
I'm not too sure what to do now though.
Maybe after a drive with SL and Milly Moo, I'll do the mundane jobs:
- clear my desk of paper litter (15-20mins)
- tidy the rest of the office (3hrs)
- take out the rubbish and recycling (10mins)
- collect all of Milly Moo's toys and bits (10mins)
- phone mother (1hr)
- dust (30mins) including watering the plants
Saturday 14 November 2009
...officially on the waiting list
I had a bad Thursday. Couldn't do anything right, couldn't do anything positive.
Then, yesterday, boom.
After a good talk with SL; getting back on the same wavelength (although it was just fine-tuning really), I felt completely focused on how to move forward.
Continuing from the last post, I phoned up UnitedCasting (extras agency), going for a photo and fully registering next week, also I asked about the UKTheatreSchool, who claimed to be linked to them.
Yes, they're real!
They're the one's SL found with the course starting in February.
I phoned them too.
Not only is there a course starting in Feb, the one that started last week, I can still actually join. There has been a couple who dropped out and there wasn't too much to catch up on from week one, so....
....no, they offered but I said that I'm going away in December, which is true and well, I want to get all from this, not just most of it.
Also, after having a bit more of a chat, the 10 week course then has a follow-on for intermediates, another 10 weeks, then there's a LAMBA tested 10 week course after that.
So 30 weeks of acting up. Good
Plus, I'm officially on the RSAMD adult acting class waiting list for October 2010. Good, good.
Now, I'm not too sure, but I'm thinking this post really does need a re-write
Then, yesterday, boom.
After a good talk with SL; getting back on the same wavelength (although it was just fine-tuning really), I felt completely focused on how to move forward.
Continuing from the last post, I phoned up UnitedCasting (extras agency), going for a photo and fully registering next week, also I asked about the UKTheatreSchool, who claimed to be linked to them.
Yes, they're real!
They're the one's SL found with the course starting in February.
I phoned them too.
Not only is there a course starting in Feb, the one that started last week, I can still actually join. There has been a couple who dropped out and there wasn't too much to catch up on from week one, so....
....no, they offered but I said that I'm going away in December, which is true and well, I want to get all from this, not just most of it.
Also, after having a bit more of a chat, the 10 week course then has a follow-on for intermediates, another 10 weeks, then there's a LAMBA tested 10 week course after that.
So 30 weeks of acting up. Good
Plus, I'm officially on the RSAMD adult acting class waiting list for October 2010. Good, good.
Now, I'm not too sure, but I'm thinking this post really does need a re-write
Friday 13 November 2009
...still coming out as an actor. Really, you?
Still
Re: second part of coming-out-as-actor-really-you, I've sadly not been as resilient as I thought I was.
I didn't really think I was anyway, but I thought I was getting there.
Last Friday was the RSAMD drama openday and I found out that the course I wanted to do there starts in October 2010, not February.
Now, it's only time but I thought I was fixed and was ready to start now.
October is nearly a whole year away, and because I'm only 'well' for short periods, I thought that come then, I might not be in the same condition.
Then, today, I realised that if I'm still thinking that way, and the fact that this week, I've been really flat, I'm not as ready as I thought.
So, as my facebook fortune cookie said; 'when one door closes, many more open.....
.....SL found me a couple of other, shorter courses that start sooner for me to try.
I really want to be an actor, but I've got to be 'together' to be successful. One of the courses she found starts in February, so, as a date in my mind, it gives me a few months to focus. And what's better, it's not the be all and end all if I'm not ready, mentally. Because it's not the big one I was planning on. It a bonus thing. Well, that's if it's a real course that is.
Yes, it is. And it's still in Glasgow, so even better.
Now, this post might need re-writing because I'm not thinking clearly, well, I'm thinking too quickly for my two finger typing, but I'll do it later....
....I'm trying to get better.
Re: second part of coming-out-as-actor-really-you, I've sadly not been as resilient as I thought I was.
I didn't really think I was anyway, but I thought I was getting there.
Last Friday was the RSAMD drama openday and I found out that the course I wanted to do there starts in October 2010, not February.
Now, it's only time but I thought I was fixed and was ready to start now.
October is nearly a whole year away, and because I'm only 'well' for short periods, I thought that come then, I might not be in the same condition.
Then, today, I realised that if I'm still thinking that way, and the fact that this week, I've been really flat, I'm not as ready as I thought.
So, as my facebook fortune cookie said; 'when one door closes, many more open.....
.....SL found me a couple of other, shorter courses that start sooner for me to try.
I really want to be an actor, but I've got to be 'together' to be successful. One of the courses she found starts in February, so, as a date in my mind, it gives me a few months to focus. And what's better, it's not the be all and end all if I'm not ready, mentally. Because it's not the big one I was planning on. It a bonus thing. Well, that's if it's a real course that is.
Yes, it is. And it's still in Glasgow, so even better.
Now, this post might need re-writing because I'm not thinking clearly, well, I'm thinking too quickly for my two finger typing, but I'll do it later....
....I'm trying to get better.
Wednesday 11 November 2009
...having a day off.
I'm not that lively.
I haven't been for a few days.
I get like this now and then.
I'm not too sure why it happens
It's like for every 14 days, I've only have enough energy for 12.
I slow down for about 4 days,
I then have to have at least 1 full day to recover.
I think it's like jet lag
I can't think of any other way to describe it.
I'll be right as rain tomorrow
I'll be busy and productive
I'm going to watch a DVD or
I might go with SL to see a film
I think there's about 3 I'd like to see
I haven't been for a few days.
I get like this now and then.
I'm not too sure why it happens
It's like for every 14 days, I've only have enough energy for 12.
I slow down for about 4 days,
I then have to have at least 1 full day to recover.
I think it's like jet lag
I can't think of any other way to describe it.
I'll be right as rain tomorrow
I'll be busy and productive
I'm going to watch a DVD or
I might go with SL to see a film
I think there's about 3 I'd like to see
Sunday 8 November 2009
Rememberance Sunday
No matter what your opinion on the wars we fight,
we must positively acknowledge the men & women who've given up their lives
for a cause greater than themselves.
We must also remember the dead men & women of the so called enemies they fight,
and all the innocent lives lost in conflict.
No matter what your opinion on war,
we must positively remember their lives not their deaths.
we must positively acknowledge the men & women who've given up their lives
for a cause greater than themselves.
We must also remember the dead men & women of the so called enemies they fight,
and all the innocent lives lost in conflict.
No matter what your opinion on war,
we must positively remember their lives not their deaths.
Saturday 7 November 2009
...listing my over used words
I'm no Philip Pullman (in his dirty particles trilogy, he used presently 435 times) but this week, in all media, I over used:
distinctly x 6
really x 9
seminal x3
blessed/blessing x 3
Hmm, a much shorter list than I thought it would be. Oh a couple more:
hmm x 7
list x 4
plus the use of : & ; x 8
distinctly x 6
really x 9
seminal x3
blessed/blessing x 3
Hmm, a much shorter list than I thought it would be. Oh a couple more:
hmm x 7
list x 4
plus the use of : & ; x 8
Thursday 5 November 2009
...stuck in traffic
Yes, today was a good recon for a route around the second city of the empire. It was also good for nothing else but reading the signs on the back of white vans and city buses.
Pot holes, heavy traffic and failing light added to what should have been complete misery. But not even that fact that all filming today suffered from an annoying tilt from a poorly mounted camera, has put a dent into my happy mood.
Yes the end result is not 'all that' but as an initial runaround, it was 'all that'.
Shame for the viewer, take 1 lasts way too long. So does take 2 and 3. I might have to go down the 3am route you know.
Hmm, but it will be freezing. Too early and too icy and dangerous surely. No, just too early.
Pot holes, heavy traffic and failing light added to what should have been complete misery. But not even that fact that all filming today suffered from an annoying tilt from a poorly mounted camera, has put a dent into my happy mood.
Yes the end result is not 'all that' but as an initial runaround, it was 'all that'.
Shame for the viewer, take 1 lasts way too long. So does take 2 and 3. I might have to go down the 3am route you know.
Hmm, but it will be freezing. Too early and too icy and dangerous surely. No, just too early.
...continuing to work on the "French Project"
As I sit here and type, listening to Aimee Mann and Spotify ads, Glasgow has been blessed with sunny breaks in the rain clouds.
The "French Project" was always going to set in Glasgow, The work done on the Beachy Head ascent and in and around Eastbourne was just hardware testing and a bit of fun: (see http://drivingkolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/switchbacks-of-beachy-head.html )
Glasgow is what it was always about.
Now it wasn't just "C'etait un rendez vous" that has influenced me into starting this project. The way the streets of San Francisco are shot in "Bullitt"; the hilly terrain, the shops, people and houses are as much a part of the 'best ever car chase' as the actors and the Charger & Mustang. If anything, the chase would not be as well regarded as it is without the cityscape at the start of it. Another trigger for me was San Francisco 9 or 10 years before Steve Mcqueen's version of the city was shot; Hitchcock's more sedate and more gentrified San Francisco in "Vertigo". At the start of "Bullitt", post credits and after Lalo's theme dies down, a taxi pulls up at a very distinctive hotel perched in a hilltop at a busy cross-roads. This hotel was used as a very spanky block of apartments in Hitchcock's film. The traffic was almost non existent in the earlier version. I'm not going to go into the debate about how landmarks are used or how productions alter places to there own ends, well not now. I'm merely saying that it is interesting how you can dress up or down a place to meet your own ends. It can be a backdrop as a curtain is a backdrop of a stage production, or the city can be an integral part of the piece. Now San Francisco is more of a feature in films than say, LA (Dirty Harry verses Heat for example), because it has a number of older landmarks and set pieces. LA is a modern urban sprawl, a giant of corporate towers and business suits with a theme-park in the middle (Hollywood).
Glasgow, like San Francisco, has a grid of streets, distinct residential and city centre business districts. Glasgow also shares a blessing of historic landmarks and urban set pieces.
Glasgow has also suffered from a real negative image. It's either thought of as a drug addled of it's former Victorian masterpiece, or it's just thought of as the deep fried fat man of Europe; the collective heart-attack waiting to happen. The Scottish Tourist board has yet to fully reverse this, the way Edinburgh has. Remember Edinburgh has it's fair share of blight but the capital comes first in Scotland's strive for a modern, positive identity. I'm not saying I'm going to change all that with this, far from it. I can imagine it'll be used in a powerpoint at the highways department, showing the one-way gridlocked chaos of the city centre. What I think will happen though, is non Glaswegians, non Scots, will see a busy, lively city from the view of a car travelling from Westend to Dennistoun in the Eastend.
What I have noticed, youtubing about, is that Glasgow has yet to feature in a copy version of Claude Lelouche's seminal work. As yet, I've not realised why.
Today, I might just find out....
The "French Project" was always going to set in Glasgow, The work done on the Beachy Head ascent and in and around Eastbourne was just hardware testing and a bit of fun: (see http://drivingkolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/switchbacks-of-beachy-head.html )
Glasgow is what it was always about.
Now it wasn't just "C'etait un rendez vous" that has influenced me into starting this project. The way the streets of San Francisco are shot in "Bullitt"; the hilly terrain, the shops, people and houses are as much a part of the 'best ever car chase' as the actors and the Charger & Mustang. If anything, the chase would not be as well regarded as it is without the cityscape at the start of it. Another trigger for me was San Francisco 9 or 10 years before Steve Mcqueen's version of the city was shot; Hitchcock's more sedate and more gentrified San Francisco in "Vertigo". At the start of "Bullitt", post credits and after Lalo's theme dies down, a taxi pulls up at a very distinctive hotel perched in a hilltop at a busy cross-roads. This hotel was used as a very spanky block of apartments in Hitchcock's film. The traffic was almost non existent in the earlier version. I'm not going to go into the debate about how landmarks are used or how productions alter places to there own ends, well not now. I'm merely saying that it is interesting how you can dress up or down a place to meet your own ends. It can be a backdrop as a curtain is a backdrop of a stage production, or the city can be an integral part of the piece. Now San Francisco is more of a feature in films than say, LA (Dirty Harry verses Heat for example), because it has a number of older landmarks and set pieces. LA is a modern urban sprawl, a giant of corporate towers and business suits with a theme-park in the middle (Hollywood).
Glasgow, like San Francisco, has a grid of streets, distinct residential and city centre business districts. Glasgow also shares a blessing of historic landmarks and urban set pieces.
Glasgow has also suffered from a real negative image. It's either thought of as a drug addled of it's former Victorian masterpiece, or it's just thought of as the deep fried fat man of Europe; the collective heart-attack waiting to happen. The Scottish Tourist board has yet to fully reverse this, the way Edinburgh has. Remember Edinburgh has it's fair share of blight but the capital comes first in Scotland's strive for a modern, positive identity. I'm not saying I'm going to change all that with this, far from it. I can imagine it'll be used in a powerpoint at the highways department, showing the one-way gridlocked chaos of the city centre. What I think will happen though, is non Glaswegians, non Scots, will see a busy, lively city from the view of a car travelling from Westend to Dennistoun in the Eastend.
What I have noticed, youtubing about, is that Glasgow has yet to feature in a copy version of Claude Lelouche's seminal work. As yet, I've not realised why.
Today, I might just find out....
...explaining the "French Project"
Yes, the French Project, hmm
Well, fans of Snow Patrol may have seen the video to Open Your Eyes, this was in fact Claude Lelouche's film "C'etait un rendez vous".
This 8 or so minutes has become a seminal piece of film.
Shot in 1976 on a camera mounted to a custom made jig on the front of a Mercedes 450SEL, then dubbed over with the engine noise of a V12 Ferrari. Set in Paris, at 4 in the morning, it is a race to meet a date at a famous park in the city.
What makes the film interesting, as a piece of film making, as appose to film viewing, is the reason it is 8 minutes 46 seconds. This is the length 35mm film came in. This was restricted by the technology of the time and the director; Lelouche's want to make the hole thing in one continuous take. No post editing. No second camera cutaways. No roping off of streets or altering of the city. This is Paris, this is his drive, this is Claude racing to make it for a date.
Now, you may cry wolf, or cry foul at this point because of one major move Lelouche has made to make this work; who has a date at 4am? Yes, yes, it is a large point to concede. But well, I don't have any real answer but this, 8 minutes behind a 2CV, and or, it's the 70's, maybe she, and he, are complete slags. Maybe it's when her father left for work as an airport employee and thus be able to sneak out the house to see her older lover. Maybe she's a nurse and has just finished a shift treating syfalific old men in a private hospital. Whatever one helps you appease that nag in your head.
Anyway, I present Claude Lelouche's "C'etait un rendez vous", enjoy.
Well, fans of Snow Patrol may have seen the video to Open Your Eyes, this was in fact Claude Lelouche's film "C'etait un rendez vous".
This 8 or so minutes has become a seminal piece of film.
Shot in 1976 on a camera mounted to a custom made jig on the front of a Mercedes 450SEL, then dubbed over with the engine noise of a V12 Ferrari. Set in Paris, at 4 in the morning, it is a race to meet a date at a famous park in the city.
What makes the film interesting, as a piece of film making, as appose to film viewing, is the reason it is 8 minutes 46 seconds. This is the length 35mm film came in. This was restricted by the technology of the time and the director; Lelouche's want to make the hole thing in one continuous take. No post editing. No second camera cutaways. No roping off of streets or altering of the city. This is Paris, this is his drive, this is Claude racing to make it for a date.
Now, you may cry wolf, or cry foul at this point because of one major move Lelouche has made to make this work; who has a date at 4am? Yes, yes, it is a large point to concede. But well, I don't have any real answer but this, 8 minutes behind a 2CV, and or, it's the 70's, maybe she, and he, are complete slags. Maybe it's when her father left for work as an airport employee and thus be able to sneak out the house to see her older lover. Maybe she's a nurse and has just finished a shift treating syfalific old men in a private hospital. Whatever one helps you appease that nag in your head.
Anyway, I present Claude Lelouche's "C'etait un rendez vous", enjoy.
Wednesday 4 November 2009
...coming out as an actor. Really, you? (continued)
Part 2
I guess that thing I had about saying I was an actor (as in, I want to be) was initially thought to be the comedian thing I said.
You know:
steve:: "hi bob."
bob:: "oh, hi, steve, what do you do these days?"
steve:: "yeah, I'm err, a err, comedian!"
bob:: "WTF, you, really, but you're.....
.....err, make me laugh, go on!"
steve:: "oh, I'm not that sort of comedian."
bob:: "you're shit!
....go on, fuck off. Comedian, my fucking arse he's a comedian. He's got the personality of a slapped arse."
So, you can see why I didn't want to say anything.
I guess, moving ever so slightly on from this initial hesitancy, I guess I was thinking, oh, actor, err, you have to have the most electric personality; the life and soul of the party; the big noise; the big potato: the mouth, etc.
Yes, I guess that's what I thought; the self-promoting all singing, all dancing extrovert.
I'm not the stops traffic kind of guy. I'm 5' 10" when I actually stand up straight, yes I have a pretty face, but it's not that pretty. Also, I look 15 still. I never get asked my opinion by those clip-boarders in town. I'm a perfect pick-pocket. I can get away with not being there. Very forgettable.
So, the all singing, all dancing Mr Extrovert v Mr Cellophane.
See the thing is this: I can be the all sing all dancing extrovert. I have been, on many occasions but only when certain things are in place. I have to be on top of an internal wave, the occasion has to have 5 or less people there, preferably less (hopefully with no positive or completely no experience of me before) and the moon has to be in it's third cycle and a bat has to be killed by a loft insulator less than 3 miles from where this occasion is to be held. In other words, things have to be perfect for me to operate as Mr Extrovert. Mr Extrovert is incredibly fragile. He's normally wrapped up by Mr Cellophane.
Now, as I've alluded to in today's earlier posting, for 16* years I've been too fragile, too much like Jenson Button; as in, everything has to work perfectly to achieve anything close to full potential. Not robust enough. Great skill to do anything he wants in life, but as yet, hasn't made any mark.
Well no more. I'm going to be less fragile, more stable and definitely more robust.
I have to be it's now a career skill set. It's a life skill set!
Anyway, yes, so, right, more decisive. More err, you know; to the point.
No more Cellophane
(also, RSAMD are having an open day on Friday for 2010's intake. Plus getting back to extra-ing soon too)
I guess that thing I had about saying I was an actor (as in, I want to be) was initially thought to be the comedian thing I said.
You know:
steve:: "hi bob."
bob:: "oh, hi, steve, what do you do these days?"
steve:: "yeah, I'm err, a err, comedian!"
bob:: "WTF, you, really, but you're.....
.....err, make me laugh, go on!"
steve:: "oh, I'm not that sort of comedian."
bob:: "you're shit!
....go on, fuck off. Comedian, my fucking arse he's a comedian. He's got the personality of a slapped arse."
So, you can see why I didn't want to say anything.
I guess, moving ever so slightly on from this initial hesitancy, I guess I was thinking, oh, actor, err, you have to have the most electric personality; the life and soul of the party; the big noise; the big potato: the mouth, etc.
Yes, I guess that's what I thought; the self-promoting all singing, all dancing extrovert.
I'm not the stops traffic kind of guy. I'm 5' 10" when I actually stand up straight, yes I have a pretty face, but it's not that pretty. Also, I look 15 still. I never get asked my opinion by those clip-boarders in town. I'm a perfect pick-pocket. I can get away with not being there. Very forgettable.
So, the all singing, all dancing Mr Extrovert v Mr Cellophane.
See the thing is this: I can be the all sing all dancing extrovert. I have been, on many occasions but only when certain things are in place. I have to be on top of an internal wave, the occasion has to have 5 or less people there, preferably less (hopefully with no positive or completely no experience of me before) and the moon has to be in it's third cycle and a bat has to be killed by a loft insulator less than 3 miles from where this occasion is to be held. In other words, things have to be perfect for me to operate as Mr Extrovert. Mr Extrovert is incredibly fragile. He's normally wrapped up by Mr Cellophane.
Now, as I've alluded to in today's earlier posting, for 16* years I've been too fragile, too much like Jenson Button; as in, everything has to work perfectly to achieve anything close to full potential. Not robust enough. Great skill to do anything he wants in life, but as yet, hasn't made any mark.
Well no more. I'm going to be less fragile, more stable and definitely more robust.
I have to be it's now a career skill set. It's a life skill set!
Anyway, yes, so, right, more decisive. More err, you know; to the point.
No more Cellophane
(also, RSAMD are having an open day on Friday for 2010's intake. Plus getting back to extra-ing soon too)
...starting to get the point of blogs...
...no, not at all.
No, well, I get that you don't have to follow me (my blog) to read it, so I'm slowly realising that I'm not the only one reading it. Also, I'm getting that this is a nice way to carry on conversions I've had with others about things and 'what I'm doing with my ever shortening life'.
Anyway.
So yeah, Ive told too many people now that I want to act. Yes a few have raised eyebrows and looked at me like I've just told them I've become a Tory candidate but I'm going to do it.
You understand it's more than the fame, right?
It's all about the money. Like a less invasive version of prostitution.
No, it's not about the fortunes that Brad and the Clooney have, well a bit, no, it's more just an ability to earn the most out of my limited skills set.
No, it's not that bleak, really, not completely.
I want to act because I still don't really know how to live in and use my body, face and voice.
It's also the fact that I've not been firing on all cylinders for the past 16* years now and have only just started, in the last 2, to get back to a real sense of myself and my full potential.
I want to really enjoy crafting myself into characters and situations where my potential can be seen. I'm not going to completely give up on Architecture, but I do want to chase something that pushes the daydreamer in me.
I already imagine I play professional football (knowing that I'm not that good at it)
I know I'm something for a fall (you know, that saying) but it's what I wanted to do, 16* years ago, and was quite good then.
The way I see it, I've not really lived fully for about 16* years. Yes I've gotten older, learnt things (not grammar) and have been physically there but as S L would say, I've been missing.
At times I've been at full, err, power? but it's not been sustained or without lots of caffeine and prescription medication. At the moment, I've cut the reliance on caffeine, hence the ability to sleep 23 hours a day, but I'm finally getting the right treatment to help me out of this 16* year lull.
(* is an estimation from a report by some doctor who asked me questions one time when things were very dark.)
No, well, I get that you don't have to follow me (my blog) to read it, so I'm slowly realising that I'm not the only one reading it. Also, I'm getting that this is a nice way to carry on conversions I've had with others about things and 'what I'm doing with my ever shortening life'.
Anyway.
So yeah, Ive told too many people now that I want to act. Yes a few have raised eyebrows and looked at me like I've just told them I've become a Tory candidate but I'm going to do it.
You understand it's more than the fame, right?
It's all about the money. Like a less invasive version of prostitution.
No, it's not about the fortunes that Brad and the Clooney have, well a bit, no, it's more just an ability to earn the most out of my limited skills set.
No, it's not that bleak, really, not completely.
I want to act because I still don't really know how to live in and use my body, face and voice.
It's also the fact that I've not been firing on all cylinders for the past 16* years now and have only just started, in the last 2, to get back to a real sense of myself and my full potential.
I want to really enjoy crafting myself into characters and situations where my potential can be seen. I'm not going to completely give up on Architecture, but I do want to chase something that pushes the daydreamer in me.
I already imagine I play professional football (knowing that I'm not that good at it)
I know I'm something for a fall (you know, that saying) but it's what I wanted to do, 16* years ago, and was quite good then.
The way I see it, I've not really lived fully for about 16* years. Yes I've gotten older, learnt things (not grammar) and have been physically there but as S L would say, I've been missing.
At times I've been at full, err, power? but it's not been sustained or without lots of caffeine and prescription medication. At the moment, I've cut the reliance on caffeine, hence the ability to sleep 23 hours a day, but I'm finally getting the right treatment to help me out of this 16* year lull.
(* is an estimation from a report by some doctor who asked me questions one time when things were very dark.)
Thursday 17 September 2009
...coming out as an actor. Really, you?
It's really strange, you know, the whole idea of acting.
It's one of those things I haven't really admitted to other people.
There's a couple of reasons for that. One, I haven't actually done anything to completely commit myself to this title but much more importantly is reason two. If you say you're an actor, it provokes strange looks and one of two main responses, so I've found. Firstly, the other people instantly wants you to perform, as if acting requires no preparation or material. I imagine it's the same for comedians; make me laugh, now. The other person wants you to perform Shakespeare or fall over or something. The second reaction is of a curtain level of dis-stain. A persumed amount of arrogance or ego.
I'm ok with people thinking i'm a bit of an egotist. I can imagine that when I'm not so talkative, I project a curtain arrogance, so that's fine. It's the other thing that worries me.
Do I have to go out with a rehearsed sketch or monologue, permanently etched into my brain? No, thank god. Well not in Glasgow. Thanks to a friend called Woody, she apparently reads this blog from time to time. Well, one of my blogs. Hope it's this one, the other one's about my car. Anyway, she told a number of my friends that I stated I was an actor. Well, that did it. Thankfully, no-one said it was beyond me, well, not to my face.
In a strange way, in a really good way, it lifted a weight of my shoulders.
I've told my mother and sister already. I admitted it to my partner, SL as soon as I did to myself. It was the idea of telling anyone else that was a big step. If I told my mother, sister and SL that I wanted to be a pink elephant, they'd support me all the way. Though the operations and the gene therapy and what ever else it took. It's telling others that's well, not so, er, easy.
Now, well, as it's out in the open, no more am-dram-closets to hide in, I better get on with it.
So, how exactly do you become an actor?
It's one of those things I haven't really admitted to other people.
There's a couple of reasons for that. One, I haven't actually done anything to completely commit myself to this title but much more importantly is reason two. If you say you're an actor, it provokes strange looks and one of two main responses, so I've found. Firstly, the other people instantly wants you to perform, as if acting requires no preparation or material. I imagine it's the same for comedians; make me laugh, now. The other person wants you to perform Shakespeare or fall over or something. The second reaction is of a curtain level of dis-stain. A persumed amount of arrogance or ego.
I'm ok with people thinking i'm a bit of an egotist. I can imagine that when I'm not so talkative, I project a curtain arrogance, so that's fine. It's the other thing that worries me.
Do I have to go out with a rehearsed sketch or monologue, permanently etched into my brain? No, thank god. Well not in Glasgow. Thanks to a friend called Woody, she apparently reads this blog from time to time. Well, one of my blogs. Hope it's this one, the other one's about my car. Anyway, she told a number of my friends that I stated I was an actor. Well, that did it. Thankfully, no-one said it was beyond me, well, not to my face.
In a strange way, in a really good way, it lifted a weight of my shoulders.
I've told my mother and sister already. I admitted it to my partner, SL as soon as I did to myself. It was the idea of telling anyone else that was a big step. If I told my mother, sister and SL that I wanted to be a pink elephant, they'd support me all the way. Though the operations and the gene therapy and what ever else it took. It's telling others that's well, not so, er, easy.
Now, well, as it's out in the open, no more am-dram-closets to hide in, I better get on with it.
So, how exactly do you become an actor?
...I also write
Well, I say write:
http://intellectualzoom.blogspot.com
But I also make art, well I say make:
http://distography.blogspot.com
But then I do drive, a lot...
http://drivingkolo.blogspot.com
http://intellectualzoom.blogspot.com
But I also make art, well I say make:
http://distography.blogspot.com
But then I do drive, a lot...
http://drivingkolo.blogspot.com
Sunday 9 August 2009
...loving Milly. She is a cat.
On Wednesday, SL and I went to collect a little kitten called, well at that point she had no name. She is a little silver tabby cat, green-blue eyes and had 4 feet plus a tail.
What else to say about her?
Oh, she fits onto one hand.
Since then, she has taken up all of our time. But that's because we let her.
What else to say about her?
Oh, she fits onto one hand.
Since then, she has taken up all of our time. But that's because we let her.
Sunday 26 July 2009
...saddened by accurences in motorsport this week
Normally I wouldn't think this was the right place to comment on motorsport. This is a blog about, er, pointless trivial things but...
...as F1 pilot, Felipe Massa's lying in a doctor induced coma, Formula motorsport is in shock.
Where we can take heart is in how Massa survived the impact his Ferrari sustained after he was rendered unconscious by the suspension debris. As yet, the speed in which he hit the tyre crash wall has not been made public, however, from onboard footage, it is clear that it was at a significant speed. Yet apart from the head injury caused by the spring to his head, Felipe suffered no other injuries. The car behaved extremely well under force. As driver's safety cell stayed intact; Massa's legs did not break, unlike Michael Schumacher's in a similar impact at Silverstone for the British GP in 1999. Plus, there is no direct neck injury caused by stopping into the crash wall. This is, in part, thanks to the innovative HANS device worn by all top level drivers to eliminate neck breakage in such a high speed impact.
Hopefully motorsport has endured the last of these freakish accuracies of the past week. There is always a risk involved in all kinds of motor racing but drivers are more vulnerable in open top Formula races. Yet the resulting crash suffered but Massa after the head injury proves that technology and Jackie Stewart's safety revolution has helped in significant ways to to make it many times safer than it was in Henry Surtees' father; John and in Jackie's time at the wheel. For which all racing car driver's take a small piece of reassurance from.
...as F1 pilot, Felipe Massa's lying in a doctor induced coma, Formula motorsport is in shock.
A freak accident in which a F2 car crashed lightly into a barrier forcing one of it's wheels free claimed the life of Henry Surtees. The wheel bounced back onto the track in to the path of the oncoming Surtees driven car, striking him on the head with force enough to prove his helmet wearing near useless. An accident like this hasn't happened in open top racing for a large number of years, and to claim a life in this way is so rare, not seen since Markus Höttinger's death in 1980. Then, within a space of 6 days, a spring from the rear suspension of Rubens Barrichello's Brawn GP F1 car worked itself loose, to hit Felipe Massa's passing Ferrari, impacting him on the front left of his crash helmet. Compared to the Surtees incident, Massa was lucky as the weight and angle of the impact was lighter and less direct to the spine. Felipe had this happen to him in the end of 2nd practice in qualifying at the Hungaroring, near Budapest, Hungary. Then next day in the race there, another freak incident in a pitstop caused Fernando Alonso's Renault to lose a front right wheel, resulting in it working free, to bounce in this case, harmlessly into a barrier before coming to a rest off track. Also in the race, Sebastien Vettel's RedBull Renault F1 car breaks it's suspension in a way reminiscent of Barrichello's car the day before. However only shards of carbon fibre broke off, lying flat off the racing line, with no other driver being affected. RedBull claim a front suspension fault, completely unrelated to the Brawn GP incident.
It is strange in motorsport for freak breakages and accident to be mirrored so closely. It hasn't happened since the dreadful weekend at Imola for the F1 San Marino GP of 1994. That weekend, three similar accidents claimed the lives of Roland Ratzenberger and Ayrton Senna, with Rubens Barrichello hospitalised. Although Senna's death was caused by a steering and suspension failure and the other two by driver error, death and serious injury was becoming a distant memory in the top levels of motorsport at the time. Which is very much how Henry Surtees' death is met by today's motorsport community.
Where we can take heart is in how Massa survived the impact his Ferrari sustained after he was rendered unconscious by the suspension debris. As yet, the speed in which he hit the tyre crash wall has not been made public, however, from onboard footage, it is clear that it was at a significant speed. Yet apart from the head injury caused by the spring to his head, Felipe suffered no other injuries. The car behaved extremely well under force. As driver's safety cell stayed intact; Massa's legs did not break, unlike Michael Schumacher's in a similar impact at Silverstone for the British GP in 1999. Plus, there is no direct neck injury caused by stopping into the crash wall. This is, in part, thanks to the innovative HANS device worn by all top level drivers to eliminate neck breakage in such a high speed impact.
Hopefully motorsport has endured the last of these freakish accuracies of the past week. There is always a risk involved in all kinds of motor racing but drivers are more vulnerable in open top Formula races. Yet the resulting crash suffered but Massa after the head injury proves that technology and Jackie Stewart's safety revolution has helped in significant ways to to make it many times safer than it was in Henry Surtees' father; John and in Jackie's time at the wheel. For which all racing car driver's take a small piece of reassurance from.
Monday 13 July 2009
...still cleaning, still!
It's been quite awhile since I last remember a day starting without the prospect of cleaning the house.
I'm not complaining. Well, OK I am. Like I may have mentioned in a post a couple of posts ago, the house is a little (very, very) dusty. To try and illustrate how dusty we're talking about; it's like your favourite fat auntie was completely made of purple fluff, hair, crumbs and other things dusty. She comes to visit your small flat. Standing in a place in your home where she can see into all your rooms, she then explodes; atomizes. The windows are ajar. A breeze blows through the house, spreading the vast amount of er, hmm, pollen laden, gritty, purple fluffy, hairy crumbly dust cloud into every hole and onto every surface. It's like that, but more depressing and less exciting sounding.
Cleaning it is like chasing a naughty child made of, yes of course, dust. So you hoover one place, (s)he moves into another place, leaving a trail as he goes. And as it's also airborne, my lungs now contain an amount of both dust monsters; nan and child.
I'm wheezing as I type.
Well, complaining is now out of the way, the flat is nearly complete, including a reorganisation of er, the storage of er, our precious(?) belongings.
One day soon, I'll get on with living in the living room. dining in the dining room, kitch in the kitchen, etc. But until then, it'll still be cleaning in every room.
Bonjour for now my reader(s)
I'm not complaining. Well, OK I am. Like I may have mentioned in a post a couple of posts ago, the house is a little (very, very) dusty. To try and illustrate how dusty we're talking about; it's like your favourite fat auntie was completely made of purple fluff, hair, crumbs and other things dusty. She comes to visit your small flat. Standing in a place in your home where she can see into all your rooms, she then explodes; atomizes. The windows are ajar. A breeze blows through the house, spreading the vast amount of er, hmm, pollen laden, gritty, purple fluffy, hairy crumbly dust cloud into every hole and onto every surface. It's like that, but more depressing and less exciting sounding.
Cleaning it is like chasing a naughty child made of, yes of course, dust. So you hoover one place, (s)he moves into another place, leaving a trail as he goes. And as it's also airborne, my lungs now contain an amount of both dust monsters; nan and child.
I'm wheezing as I type.
Well, complaining is now out of the way, the flat is nearly complete, including a reorganisation of er, the storage of er, our precious(?) belongings.
One day soon, I'll get on with living in the living room. dining in the dining room, kitch in the kitchen, etc. But until then, it'll still be cleaning in every room.
Bonjour for now my reader(s)
Tuesday 7 July 2009
...trying out igoogle
It's not as straight forward as I thought it would be...
S L's mother had it as her home page on her desktop PC and it looked quite useful.
As a bit of a twitterer, I thought I'll add the twitter tool onto it, simple ask surely...
...as it turned out, I had to then download googledesktop, which in turn, did it's best Vista impression with it's clock face and by rearranging all my bloody icons and window sizes. Thanks for that!
Anyway, after the constant logging in and faff, I managed to find a blogger tool, which is what I'm using now. Lets hope the font and the size and all that are correct as I can't control it with the tool.
It's all just a bit too cool looking but completely devoid of any real usefulness
S L's mother had it as her home page on her desktop PC and it looked quite useful.
As a bit of a twitterer, I thought I'll add the twitter tool onto it, simple ask surely...
...as it turned out, I had to then download googledesktop, which in turn, did it's best Vista impression with it's clock face and by rearranging all my bloody icons and window sizes. Thanks for that!
Anyway, after the constant logging in and faff, I managed to find a blogger tool, which is what I'm using now. Lets hope the font and the size and all that are correct as I can't control it with the tool.
It's all just a bit too cool looking but completely devoid of any real usefulness
Monday 6 July 2009
...thinking where did all this dust and purple fluff come from?
It's been a good long while since the flat had a complete clean. A spring clean, I guess is what your mother would a spring clean. yes, I'm afraid to say that it's been about, well, christmas time it would seem since a duster & hoover have been worked away around this little one bed tenement.
'Err, sick' is no doubt what you're thinking in your head. Followed by, 'well there's why all that purple fluffy dust is there' but it's not that straight forward!
Firstly, well, we had a blitz of a tidy up before a brief holiday holiday about 4 weeks ago.
Secondly, between Christmas and this brief travel abroad, we have only spent a handful of days in the home. S L Bartlett and I have been flying or driving back and forth between Eastbourne and, what is starting to become a Scottish bolt hold, in Glasgow.
I guess This it my point really, basically, so if it was quite tidy at Christmas, not to shabby just after Easter, then what caused this, er, Purple Rain?
Is it all these hardwood floor surfaces? Is it, an army of moths, practising a Red Arrows style display for however many months? Or, hmm, an unrelated grandma, flat sitting, moulting?
See, as I humbly understand the creation of dust, it our skin and hair and soul pieces that create dust. Oh, and lint from clothes and furnishings, moths, too.
But if the place was empty, then well, have I missed something in Mr Ashby's science classes?
Hmm, yes well, I know that in haunted houses, there's dust sheets on everything but isn't that all for the ghosts? or for the dusty furniture to, I don't know where I was going with that?
Some of you, if not all, will be saying that it's all in the air when we're about but then drops when the air's still. OK, but the amount.....
'Err, sick' is no doubt what you're thinking in your head. Followed by, 'well there's why all that purple fluffy dust is there' but it's not that straight forward!
Firstly, well, we had a blitz of a tidy up before a brief holiday holiday about 4 weeks ago.
Secondly, between Christmas and this brief travel abroad, we have only spent a handful of days in the home. S L Bartlett and I have been flying or driving back and forth between Eastbourne and, what is starting to become a Scottish bolt hold, in Glasgow.
I guess This it my point really, basically, so if it was quite tidy at Christmas, not to shabby just after Easter, then what caused this, er, Purple Rain?
Is it all these hardwood floor surfaces? Is it, an army of moths, practising a Red Arrows style display for however many months? Or, hmm, an unrelated grandma, flat sitting, moulting?
See, as I humbly understand the creation of dust, it our skin and hair and soul pieces that create dust. Oh, and lint from clothes and furnishings, moths, too.
But if the place was empty, then well, have I missed something in Mr Ashby's science classes?
Hmm, yes well, I know that in haunted houses, there's dust sheets on everything but isn't that all for the ghosts? or for the dusty furniture to, I don't know where I was going with that?
Some of you, if not all, will be saying that it's all in the air when we're about but then drops when the air's still. OK, but the amount.....
Thursday 2 July 2009
...going to:
blog something worthwhile or just something, anything,
phone Momo & Lalas,
go to see Public Enemies,
have a cooling bath,
recycle cardboard
&
go to bed at a reasonable hour....
(oh and sky+ the Mentalist, nearly forgot that one)
phone Momo & Lalas,
go to see Public Enemies,
have a cooling bath,
recycle cardboard
&
go to bed at a reasonable hour....
(oh and sky+ the Mentalist, nearly forgot that one)
Saturday 13 June 2009
...in the garden again (sleepy sleep, sunny sun)
Yeah, the strangest thing happened today. It was such a lovely morning, in fact, a lovely day, but I just wanted to go upstairs and have a nap in the shade. I mean, what a waste of glorious weather. It is/was only the second day of goodness yet I craved for cool and dark. Why, well I don't know. So, as I realised I was being a silly sausage, I decided to lay on the patio on a towel instead.slept for about 2 hours, I know, sunscreen, should of been more careful. I didn't think I would sleep as long as I did because it was so uncomfortable. Plus the rabbit's were out in the garden and now and then would nibble at me, or worse, burrowing into my side. do I look like a lawn. They don't even burrow in the garden. I'm sure they're just checking I'm not dead. Anyway, after 2 hours, it's done nothing to my tan. not even a t-shirt and shorts line. oh yes, forgot to take off my top. Hmm. So that was my day. Should of put Today I am....reporting nothing.
Oh, tell a lie, I took the Momo to the theatre to see "Strictly Murder", yes, this is what the Eastbourne set get up to of a n evening.
Will save the crit for tomorrow. That way, this blog might be of interest to someone. Or did I mean, this blog might have a point to it? Something, something, blah blah, point to it all etc.
night night
Friday 12 June 2009
...in a really nice place. (ahh)
Alright, cheesy I know but it's true. But I'm not talking about a state of mind or anything too cerebral; it's just that I had the first opportunity in a week or so to sit in the garden and, err, sit?
What you might be able to see in this pixelated as f**k image is Momo's lovely garden and a white rabbit (Mr Spilaticus) and a mass of cables going to a laptop on a wooden table set.
Now here IS the more intellectual insight as apposed to just advertising a patio conservatory combo: it's amazing what a change of what you see in your peripheral vision can do to not only your mood but the way you can actually think.
As a half committed architectural student at a so thought of, highbrow and very pretentious university, I am programmed to think about space and surroundings in an abstract and also slightly distant way.
I can't walk into a room and go, "hmm, nice. Oh it's lovely and bright in here; I like this shade of magnolia on the walls, really sets off the creamy off white carpet."
No, it's, well as you would have already surmised by my writing style, a little more drawn out and a bit too long winded.
Firstly, I would have to work out why the room is lit, not just why it is bright. is it daylight 'dim me' is mumbling about, if so, what time is it, thus working out orientation and thus how long can we expect it to be like this. This will in turn generate questions such as time of year, latitude and longitude, climate. Also, can peeping tom look at me whilst I'm gormlessly working at this out? Returning to the more static, where in the building is the room, what rooms does it share its walls with? Are any of those rooms a wet room, are any noisy rooms. Actually, the basic, what's this room going to be used for? Is that window making to most of that sunny stuff and will I have to plant a tree outside if it gets too hot? Yeah, things like that. There is more but this list is getting a little dull to read, if not, as I now suspect, it was dull a number of lines ago.
So walking into a room. Not easy. Oh, now big is it in metres, including height! Oops, degree wasted a bit there.
Anyway.
Walking into a room.
Right the point, yes, right, err, oh
Yes. I'm typing, with my eyes 346mm away from the screen. Most, ok, some, of my attention is focused on the visual interaction of internetting and word ordering & aligning but it's the rest of my field of vision that generates a subconscious stimulus and thus today's blog-posting.
Now today, I was really suffering from a lack of sleep and that crap state of over tiredness. Nothing was really going in. Yes a stop at Starbucks annoyed me and made me twit a bit too much at once, but, really, the day was wasted as I wasn't mentally there. Then by chance of a house viewing (the garden & house are on the market: please buy, its great here), the patio furniture went out onto the, err, patio, drhh. So, I thought of looking on the internet and a bit of twittering outside. It has to be said; today's good weather also played a pivotal role. But what a relation. the laptop screen is still 345 or whatever mm's away but being in the 'garden office' was a relation, oh said that, hmm, a, amazing? Super? Super good? For the subconscious mind. now as this post has dragged on too long, I won't go on about the outside room I sat in, you know, the size, the temperature, the breeze the smell, but it did take my mind to a higher plane(plain?) of thought without my conscious being fully aware of the step up. I mean, look at all the white pixels I've made. Look at all the spatial awareness 'training' I remembered. Just sense my calmness and inter peace mental clarity.
A relation
...or, or. It could be A) the first windless sunny day in a long week? But still the peripheral thing works with that. Plus it was sunny yesterday but just too windy to sit outside. Or B) the caffeine from that bloody lukewarm brown piss from Starbucks I had 4 hours ago?
The answer? Well, I'm calm and controlled, so B's not it, is it?
...really mad with starbucks!
well, more just like, a bit peeved.
no, just a little annoyed.
maybe just wasting off-white pixels
If you follow me on twitter, then look at a pretty picture or something for about 2 minutes.
all I've done is cut and pasted my last 5 twits. Or tweets, whatever.
"Went into town earlier with the Momo. Did what we had to do then as we had some car-park time left, we nipped into Starbucks for a coffee...
..now here's the rub: I had a macchiato. But what the hell is a macchiato? it's a bloody latte which in turn is a really bland milky...
...lukewarm, overpriced beverage, with can be yours in a stained, chipped mug for only 7pence short of £3. in the US, it's $2.43 or...
...an ok price. but in the UK, it's a joke. yes we get BT opendoor or opengate but that's like saying you get hepB with your bad ugly tattoo...
...so all in all, what's my point? nothing really but go to a greasy-spoon, hang out with some bikers, get a tattoo, just don't go to starbucks"
Anyway. Rant over, let's get on with the real blog.
no, just a little annoyed.
maybe just wasting off-white pixels
If you follow me on twitter, then look at a pretty picture or something for about 2 minutes.
all I've done is cut and pasted my last 5 twits. Or tweets, whatever.
"Went into town earlier with the Momo. Did what we had to do then as we had some car-park time left, we nipped into Starbucks for a coffee...
..now here's the rub: I had a macchiato. But what the hell is a macchiato? it's a bloody latte which in turn is a really bland milky...
...lukewarm, overpriced beverage, with can be yours in a stained, chipped mug for only 7pence short of £3. in the US, it's $2.43 or...
...an ok price. but in the UK, it's a joke. yes we get BT opendoor or opengate but that's like saying you get hepB with your bad ugly tattoo...
...so all in all, what's my point? nothing really but go to a greasy-spoon, hang out with some bikers, get a tattoo, just don't go to starbucks"
Anyway. Rant over, let's get on with the real blog.
Wednesday 10 June 2009
...a first time blogger
Dear internet 2.0 users
'Today, I am...' starts here!
My sister blogs.
And I've been interested to start a blog for awhile now, but, well, it's not that I'm lazy, it just that, erm
I can't type as quickly as the fluff tumbles around in my head.
Until now.
Thanks to twitter.
And to be honest, I twit a bit too much for twitter these days so,
I'll blog, too
If that's OK with you?
Yours sincerely
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