Wednesday night has become blogging night - by chance not design. This week I'll suppress that part of my personality that causes me alphabetise CDs and give every blog topic a new post.
Number 1 - A MOVING PICTURE SHOW
Last Friday I gatecrashed Suzy and Lee's (semi) regular weekly movie date (again). The film - Dan In Real Life.
Did I like it? Yes I did. I' not a particularly huge fan of Steve Carell, though I did like him in Little Miss Sunshine, and now also in this. Steve Carell falls into my Will Ferrell category, another actor I don't have a great deal of time for, but really enjoyed in Stranger Than Fiction. It's important to have categories - don't you think?
Sure, it's predictable and lightweight - but it was Friday afternoon so it's hard not to enjoy a movie.
Number 2 - SIX-POINT-SIX, THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST
The beast in this case being Connick (or should I say "Konnick"). I picked the kids up after work tonight and retraced his steps from last weeks shenanigans.
6.6 kms
Not bad for a lazy sod!
Number 3 - FOB UNITED BREAK THE DROUGHT
After 15 consecutive losses, and in the last game of the season - we recorded a win.
YAY!!!
Actually, when I say in the last game, what I mean is, in relation to the last game. Because, you see, there was no game. I received a phone call from the southern hemishphere's largest skating rink to tell me that the opposition were, quite frankly, afraid to play us. Yep, I'm pretty sure that's what I was told. Almost certainly that may well have been a possible reason.
Whatever - we get the points.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
HOW'S THAT MODELLING COMING ALONG?
Well, as it happens, I've done some work on the body, and also made the utility arms that live on what can best be described as his droidal chest. Originally I made these arms as surface details on the body, but then I decided to model them "properly" - just in case I ever try to animate the little feller.
I presume this gets faster and easier with practice - but I'm still waiting to experience that.
I presume this gets faster and easier with practice - but I'm still waiting to experience that.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
LINKS
What is a website without links?
I don't know, so I'd thought I'd add some. Well, one initially.
Basic Instructions is a very funny comic, created by a stand up comedian and updated about twice a week.
I printed off a selection and bound them into a book as a Christmas present for Danny - and he certainly pretended to appeciate it. And I certainly proved that not only am I incredibly "careful" with my money, but I also have an alarming diregard for the intellectual property of others.
If you only visit one website this year - make it my blog. But if you're not quite so time poor - get along to Basic Instructions
I don't know, so I'd thought I'd add some. Well, one initially.
Basic Instructions is a very funny comic, created by a stand up comedian and updated about twice a week.
I printed off a selection and bound them into a book as a Christmas present for Danny - and he certainly pretended to appeciate it. And I certainly proved that not only am I incredibly "careful" with my money, but I also have an alarming diregard for the intellectual property of others.
If you only visit one website this year - make it my blog. But if you're not quite so time poor - get along to Basic Instructions
WHAT AM I READING NOW? WELL, I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!
What? Four posts in one night? I know - this man in a blogging machine. Yeah - I guess it would be good if he got a life. And he sure does write a lot of bollocks.
By the way Shez, as you've unwittingly become my most consistent commenter, I'll be mightily disappointed if I don't see four individual replies against these posts. Is my mighty disappointment something you really want on your conscience? I thought not.
So, I haven't finished either of the other books I have on the go - but I did start a new one last night. I can't provide a web link, because it's an unpublished manuscript - but it will be published. Oh yes. It will be published.
The author is a friend of mine, known only as H.M. Brown. Actually, that's not all she's known as, but that's what she writes on her manuscripts, so let's run with that. I've known the mysterious H.M. Brown for most of my life. She's the sort of family friend that I recall being genuinely suprised at some point in my childhood to find out that she's not a cousin or some other relation.
Anyway, she's the cleverest person I know - because she starts writing stuff ... and then she finishes it!!!!!!! I have always been aware that this sort of thing occurs, and I've certainly enjoyed the product of it on an atonishingly regular basis - but I have no idea how it happens, and I've never witnessed it from such close range. I myself have made numerous starts on writing projects over the years - but they never get far (and probably a bloody good thing to). (Honestly, can't I finish anything)
I've read 2 of her other unpublished books, and a couple of screenplays, but this particular book - Entitlement - is the dirtiest, filthiest, sexiest thing I've ever read. And that includes things beginning with "I always thought the letters to your magazine were made up. But the other night I was working back late in the office ..."
I've only read 8 pages, but it's aleady steamy as all get out (whatever that means). I can only read small sections at a time, because, quite frankly, I find it all just too arousing.
Anyway, as I said, this one will be published, so no doubt I'll be trying to convince everyone I know to buy a copy. In fact, you'll probably be able to buy a copy through me, for not much more than 15% more than anyone else might be selling them for.
Okay, at four posts, I think I'd best get me to bed. Thanks for your patience. No, really - thankyou.
By the way Shez, as you've unwittingly become my most consistent commenter, I'll be mightily disappointed if I don't see four individual replies against these posts. Is my mighty disappointment something you really want on your conscience? I thought not.
So, I haven't finished either of the other books I have on the go - but I did start a new one last night. I can't provide a web link, because it's an unpublished manuscript - but it will be published. Oh yes. It will be published.
The author is a friend of mine, known only as H.M. Brown. Actually, that's not all she's known as, but that's what she writes on her manuscripts, so let's run with that. I've known the mysterious H.M. Brown for most of my life. She's the sort of family friend that I recall being genuinely suprised at some point in my childhood to find out that she's not a cousin or some other relation.
Anyway, she's the cleverest person I know - because she starts writing stuff ... and then she finishes it!!!!!!! I have always been aware that this sort of thing occurs, and I've certainly enjoyed the product of it on an atonishingly regular basis - but I have no idea how it happens, and I've never witnessed it from such close range. I myself have made numerous starts on writing projects over the years - but they never get far (and probably a bloody good thing to). (Honestly, can't I finish anything)
I've read 2 of her other unpublished books, and a couple of screenplays, but this particular book - Entitlement - is the dirtiest, filthiest, sexiest thing I've ever read. And that includes things beginning with "I always thought the letters to your magazine were made up. But the other night I was working back late in the office ..."
I've only read 8 pages, but it's aleady steamy as all get out (whatever that means). I can only read small sections at a time, because, quite frankly, I find it all just too arousing.
Anyway, as I said, this one will be published, so no doubt I'll be trying to convince everyone I know to buy a copy. In fact, you'll probably be able to buy a copy through me, for not much more than 15% more than anyone else might be selling them for.
Okay, at four posts, I think I'd best get me to bed. Thanks for your patience. No, really - thankyou.
WHAT AM I DRAWING?
Yep, another new section to the blog. Maybe I should add one called "What am I actually getting around to finishing". Now that should make for a quick read.
So, I've already said that, prior to being gung-ho about blogging (and after being gung-ho about composting, which I haven't mentioned before, and which I'm actually still pretty obsessive with), I was gung-ho on trying to draw caricatures. I even posted some. And Lee accused me of showing off. And then Lee suggested I include more pictures with my blog entries. Fuck. It's no wonder I'm so riddled with "issues".
Hang on a minute. I don't like the term "gung-ho" - and yet I've used it 3 times in this post (well, actually 4 now), and twice in a previous post.
Anyway, between the caricature stage and the start of the blogging stage, I embarked on a bit of a coloured pencil portraits stage.
I did two, one of Jesamine, and one of Suzy with Connick, which I thought were okay (though I was about to post them here, and when I looked at them I decided they're a bit crap). Then I bought a really big bit of paper, which necessitated me making a really big drawing board, and started a new picture. Sort of a collage - of Jesamine and Connick in fancy dress. Jesamine was dressed as Hermione (from Harry Potter), and Connick was a Jack Sparrow inspired pirate. I created the design firstly as a Photoshop layout, and now I'm working from that. So far I'm happy with it - though with the amount of time I'm spending writing phrases like "gung-ho" willy nilly about the internet (damn, I've done it again), I'm not really spending enough time on it.
THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF THE MISSING CHILD
I spent today in Ringwood for meetings. I decided to make an early start this morning rather than stay over , as we had Danny and Jo over for a BBQ last night, and besides which I don't usually sleep well in motel rooms, so I thought an early start would be, if not desirable, at least less undesirable.
Wrong!
I didn't count on the traffic. One hour and twenty minutes along Stud Rd from the freeway to Ringwood. That's a distance of about 18kms.
So I didn't get the early start I'd hoped for, but that's entirely irrelevant to the story I aim to tell.
I had my phone off during the meetings, as any good employee should - so I was unaware of the following events until I was driving home. This is a true story . Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. But not very much, because I'm not sure anyone is sufficiently innocent to warrant substantial protection.
A lady I know, let's call her "Soozy", who is married to a charming and handsome young chap of about my general build and demeanour, and who works on Wednesdays - has a standing arrangement with her mother, let's call her "Jill", to pick up the kids from school on Wednesdays. Jill often takes the kids to Soozy's grandparents' house for a visit - which by all accounts is a lovely thing to do.
On this particular Wednesday, let's call it "tooday" - one of the children, a male child of 8 years with none of the personality traits of his charming and handsome father - let's call him "Konnick" - took umbrage at some perceived slight visited upon him by an undoubtedly well meaning senior citizen of direct lineage, and left in what can best be described as a "huff". Had this huff been combined with a puff, and had the aforementioned grandparents lived in a house of straw or twigs, then I shudder to think of how entirely catastrophic the situation may have become (by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin).
As circumstance would have it, the puff-less huff gave Konnick cause to desert the immediate vicinity in a manner rendering all attempts at subsequent location to be of no avail.
Quite the conundrum I'm sure you'll agree.
So, and this is a strange outworking of the tale which I'm yet to investigate further, Jill returned to her own domicile with the remaining child (let's call her "Jasmine" - everyone else does) in tow, to await Soozy's return from work. Upon arrival, Soozy was informed of the pariculars of Konnick's non-attendance, and panic, as I'm sure you have already surmised, ensued.
Calls were made to the local constabulary. Friends, Roman's and countrymen were enlisted to join the search. And I don't doubt there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Eventually, Konnick, employing a quite recent variation on Alexander Graham Bell's 1876 invention, made audible contact with Jill to advise that he was ensconced comfortably within his own abode.
So, a child too lazy to clean his bedroom, walked for 90mins, in the rain, in his socks, from one corner of town to the other, then climbed the balcony outside his parents bedroom, to find an unlocked door (if you're a burglar, rest assured it's usually locked ... to keep the crocodile from getting out and scrapping with the lion), and got inside.
The police apparently gave him a stern talking to, and Suzy (I mean "Soozy") made him ring all of those engaged in the search individually to apologise for the trouble he'd caused.
What a little bugger!!!
Wrong!
I didn't count on the traffic. One hour and twenty minutes along Stud Rd from the freeway to Ringwood. That's a distance of about 18kms.
So I didn't get the early start I'd hoped for, but that's entirely irrelevant to the story I aim to tell.
I had my phone off during the meetings, as any good employee should - so I was unaware of the following events until I was driving home. This is a true story . Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. But not very much, because I'm not sure anyone is sufficiently innocent to warrant substantial protection.
A lady I know, let's call her "Soozy", who is married to a charming and handsome young chap of about my general build and demeanour, and who works on Wednesdays - has a standing arrangement with her mother, let's call her "Jill", to pick up the kids from school on Wednesdays. Jill often takes the kids to Soozy's grandparents' house for a visit - which by all accounts is a lovely thing to do.
On this particular Wednesday, let's call it "tooday" - one of the children, a male child of 8 years with none of the personality traits of his charming and handsome father - let's call him "Konnick" - took umbrage at some perceived slight visited upon him by an undoubtedly well meaning senior citizen of direct lineage, and left in what can best be described as a "huff". Had this huff been combined with a puff, and had the aforementioned grandparents lived in a house of straw or twigs, then I shudder to think of how entirely catastrophic the situation may have become (by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin).
As circumstance would have it, the puff-less huff gave Konnick cause to desert the immediate vicinity in a manner rendering all attempts at subsequent location to be of no avail.
Quite the conundrum I'm sure you'll agree.
So, and this is a strange outworking of the tale which I'm yet to investigate further, Jill returned to her own domicile with the remaining child (let's call her "Jasmine" - everyone else does) in tow, to await Soozy's return from work. Upon arrival, Soozy was informed of the pariculars of Konnick's non-attendance, and panic, as I'm sure you have already surmised, ensued.
Calls were made to the local constabulary. Friends, Roman's and countrymen were enlisted to join the search. And I don't doubt there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Eventually, Konnick, employing a quite recent variation on Alexander Graham Bell's 1876 invention, made audible contact with Jill to advise that he was ensconced comfortably within his own abode.
So, a child too lazy to clean his bedroom, walked for 90mins, in the rain, in his socks, from one corner of town to the other, then climbed the balcony outside his parents bedroom, to find an unlocked door (if you're a burglar, rest assured it's usually locked ... to keep the crocodile from getting out and scrapping with the lion), and got inside.
The police apparently gave him a stern talking to, and Suzy (I mean "Soozy") made him ring all of those engaged in the search individually to apologise for the trouble he'd caused.
What a little bugger!!!
FOB IN EPIC STRUGGLE
I really need to automate a post each Wednesday to remind the world that we keep losing.
7-10 this week, which was not a bad result, and this week I'm giving full credit for all 7 of our goals to JB. Just to prove that not only am I a prick, but I'm unstable and unpredictable. I'll also give myself some credit (yes, I know, it's been fully allocated, but ... whatever ...) because I scored two of our goals. Still, I couldn't have done it without JB cheering me along.
Last game next week before the finals. We could well be in a play-off yet for the wooden spoon.
I'll start a new post now. Stay tuned ...
7-10 this week, which was not a bad result, and this week I'm giving full credit for all 7 of our goals to JB. Just to prove that not only am I a prick, but I'm unstable and unpredictable. I'll also give myself some credit (yes, I know, it's been fully allocated, but ... whatever ...) because I scored two of our goals. Still, I couldn't have done it without JB cheering me along.
Last game next week before the finals. We could well be in a play-off yet for the wooden spoon.
I'll start a new post now. Stay tuned ...
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