Ideas @ MindSay

Today was o-kay.

I spent the afternoon upgrading my 2.1 speaker set. Mind you that upgrading does not necessarily mean that something actually got better. No. It simply means that I got a chance to open two things, take some parts from one into the other, rendering one of them useless on the way.

The real beauty of it all is to find out how they work. Obviously, that How it's made show was created for me..

But this time it was a fair trade: speakers A lacked treble and speakers B were vibrating; now I have a set of homemade non-vibrating speakers with a rich audio spectrum. Aural ecstasy.

On other matters, I'm beginning to feel that I need to invest my time on something that actually goes somewhere. I'm tired of playing computer games, of trying to learn the stock market, of collecting endless things. In the end, all of those will amount to nothing.

I wish I knew how to write but I am terrible at it. I have tried before, for a dozen of times and I always end up with two pages of prose that I don't really like.

So.. I'm down to zero. Desperately in need of productive ideas. If you have some, I encourage you to do share them. Thank you.

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After shitting myself all weekend - the coursework discussion with Sarah today wasn't as bad as I'd expected it to be. Last night I'd managed to find the two Rammstein music videos I was using as focus texts on YouTube - one of them even had subtitles. :D

The two I've chosen are Mein Teil and Rosenrot - both chosen for their lack of performances, controversial lyrics, imagery and the narrative-style of the video. Watching them with Sarah, we've both agreed that my Spieluhr video needs to have a lot of fast cuts, lots of alternating shot types and a slight control over the lighting.

Going on what we all learnt from the film trailer - we've concluded that there's one rule I need to follow:
"Film more than what you need." - do clips more than once, film extra bits, film stuff just for the sheer idea that it might come in handy.

I was also relieved to get the approval from Sarah that my script is fine - it's not TOO focused on the narrative, but there needs to be slight less straight shots of lip-synching and some somewhat obscure things adding. On that note, I need to have a think about it.

Photography was a wasted effort - though it did amuse me that Shelly had came in for no reason - Paul wasn't even there so we were sat about doing shite all. Thus, Michelle, Shelly and I spent the whole lesson fart-arsing about on Facebook. Though the college PCs have a cocked up flash-player so it never lets me post status updates to my wall. It's rather annoying, amongst other things. :/

This cunt of a kid decided to be sick on the bus on the way home - right in the fucking middle of the gangway - I had to practically long-jump over it. Bear in mind, this is while the bus is still fucking moving.
I fucking hate kids like.

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As my drunken blog did state, today we took a trip to Ash's BUNGASLOW. :D
It's like a one-storey house that moves at 2 miles per hour. :)

Oh, I have to make that a tradition. Every time I come back from somewhere drunk, I need to try and document it. It's so funny reading them over and decoding them when you're sober again.

Tracey was reading them - which I didn't mind - but she was reading them out loud. Most of the time it was funny - just when she read lines like "I like pussy so that makes me a lesbian" - I was just like OMGSHUTUPREALLY. :/

Ash and I didn't think that Shelly would actually end up coming, because it did get to around half 1 and there was still no sign of her - even after attempting to ring her mobile - but she did end up coming, and with her, bearing a bag of cakes and stuff left over from last night's party.

We spent the majority of the day in Ash's room, mooching through my planned script ideas I'd brought along on my memory stick. I was even wearing my newly-transferred RCP logo T-shirt. :)

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My Halloween costume came in the post today. I just had to take it along with me to see what they all thought. Naturally, it lead to everyone trying on the mask and the headpiece. :)
It's an evil jester - a half-black, half black-and-white-chequered suit with a silly jester's hat, skull trims and a skull mask. It's sooooo epic. :D

And thankfully, due to the price of it - we're not going to just use it for Halloween - we're planning on using it for some of our future music videos. It ought to work well.

We told Tracey of our problem with obtaining a dress for Ash - in effect, I told her last night when I was drunk - and she's agreed to make one for us. A pink and white gingham one, by the sounds of things. :)
I just can't imagine Ash in a dress. Imagine it with pink and white striped socks too - oh my word. :)

We're proper making her paranoid, we're not telling her what we keep talking in code about. :)
Then Tracey put her hair in plaits - oh it was SOOOO cute. :D
Ash didn't seem amused about it like - but she's SO having her hair like that for the Spieluhr video. It would go so well.

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We played a combination of Guitar Hero 5, Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits and Guitar Hero: World Tour.
Alternation on vocals - we even got Ash to do a few - as a penalty for losing a pro-face-off against Shelly, of course. Ash's skill has really decreased lately...

We played my custom Saria's Song, and we got this really weird screenshot.
I was playing on Expert bass and I don't think I missed any, but look at the score. It says 128%!



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And a photo of me with two jelly shoes up my nose.
I made the "my nose is running" joke, naturally...



And a creepy yet oddly cute photo of Ash with some wacky red-eye. :D

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The charity shops in Middlesbrough are officially the most usless thing ever.
This is the 2nd route of them looking for a goddamned music box - and still there's no sign of one anywhere. I even resorted to looking on eBay, but all the ones within my price range are just TOTALLY not what I'm looking for. And the postage on some of them is just ridiculous.
This time in town we were looking for a old-fashioned style dress in a size 16/18 for the Spieluhr video. Naturally, they were all either too granny or too revealing. Gahhhh...

I pretended to be working in Photography.
At the moment I've just totally lost interest in the subject. After realising Paul is going to be a fucking arsehole about timescales, I just can't be fucking chewed. So once again, I had a "research" website open that I would re-open whenever Paul swooped around, but when he was out of the room or at the other end, I was writing scripts. :)

When I got home, I made our channel. :D
www.youtube.com/rollingchairpictures

I'm planning on uploading The Wheelchair and The Epic Outtakes - then re-vamping our trailer.
I can't use any music from the Abigail album because it's all under copyright, so the way things are going, we're going to end up with a song that seriously doesn't fit to the video.

I scouted around my mates on MSN, asking them if they had any suggestions for videos we could make - and Sammie gave me the best one ever: a James Bond parody video, aptly named James Blonde, to suit me.
I love the idea - and I got a 1001 different ideas to go with it - not for just one starter video, but for some possible spin-offs too. Oh, if we do this right, it'll be fucking legendary. :D

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In today's "coursework research and planning" lesson for Media Studies - I'd announced to Sarah I'd just about finished off the script for the Spieluhr music video - so I said I'd be working on the script for my film sequence for Film Studies. She didn't seem to mind - so I got around 1/3 of it written.
Last night I'd had a dream about it, which had given me a fair few ideas - involving a young Abigail scene. I'd originally planned to have a young Abigail bit in our trailer last year - but we hadn't been able to pull it off. This time though, I sent a message to my aunty on Facebook, asking if I could borrow her kids - and mam had asked on my behalf too - so whenever we're ready to film it, I have my little cousin Lauren to help out as young Abigail (it helps that she looks a little bit like me) and Nelly to play the role of a bloody Brandon Henry - if he doesn't mind being dragged backwards down a path, spreading blood everywhere of course. :)

I actually don't hate English now anywhere near as much as I used to.
The start of the course was so tedious - but I'm actually starting to realise all the work I did last year at AS has rendered the A2 so much easier. A lot of it is simply applying your common sense and flinging in some theorist names. And of course, Angela gets us to draw baby heads and gingerbread men - and everything is colour coded. Being a visual style learner (or so they told me), this apparently helps. :D

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Shelly had promised me that when I went into college to get this HPV cervical cancer jab - she'd come in with me and hold my hand.
We had to go there before 2 - and I waited for her IN PLAIN VIEW on the tables by the clock tower entrance. I waited until 1:30 before I gave up - I went in to get the needle by myself.

I was reasonably composed up until I was about a metre away from the door.
I couldn't stop myself crying for long. Shelly wasn't there to comfort me or to hold my hand like she said she would have been. The only comfort I had was from these dozy AS students who asked me like the stupidest question ever: "Are you scared?"

And then the fucking nurse who gave me the needle was a cunt and a half. She saw the cuts and scars on my arms and asked: "Do you have a cat or a dog who scratches your arms?"
I lied, taking the chance and said simply: "Yeah."
She looked at them again and said: "They're not a cat or a dog, are they?"
I shook my head and answered: "Nope."
She gave me this proper weird look and said: "Is there something you want to tell me?"
I glared at her and said straight: "No."

So naturally when I went up to Photography - dozy Shelly was there, she said she'd been looking for me - well clearly she hadn't been looking fucking hard enough.
I was all set to punch her for lying to me - but the needle had scared me into crying - and because it's so difficult to let myself cry for all the other reasons, I sort of used it as an excuse to cry about other things - so she was sort of lumbered with me soaking her hoodie for a while.

And that's the first needle of THREE.
For fuck's sake!