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With the Ill Behaviour

  Posted June 21st 2006 by Dae

It's bad enough having to go through the ritual humiliation of saying the words "I'll have a Jumbo Sausage and chips, please," without having the fruits of the trial spoilt by the visual excrement that is Channel Four's 'The Friday Night Project'. The only bit I get any pleasure out of is where they force that grinning fuck Alan Carr to run into the audience wearing a jacket made of fivers, being unceremoniously stampeded over by an audience clearly desperate to acquire some kind of compensation for the fake laughter that is so relentlessly demanded of them. While C4 have not yet commissioned my suggested replacement - a show consisting in the main of unsigned indie bands being ritualistically beaten with living snakes - they have at least got a good thing going with The Album Chart Show. Non-singles played live has to be a plus, however fawningly presented.



I spent my day wrestling with DVD Studio Pro, software clearly designed for the retards who believe that gratuitous flashing bollocks is suggestive of professionalism. Nonetheless, in the spirit of computer users everywhere I persevered and have managed to extract from the bowels of my G5 enough copies of Minor Details to redecorate a modest semi. Remember this though, Apple Macintosh, nemo me impune lacessit.



SLN news. Where the Latin never stops.

Mood: Apathetic

  Posted June 18th 2006 by Dae

I suppose it's only fair that I notate the events of the last couple of days. I met Harry, a soft-spoken Scotsman of intermittent wit, just as Thursday afternoon was getting into its stride. After a brief banjo tutorial we availed ourself of the bus propitiously numbered 'sixteen'. Jom was four minutes late - time spent pointing at balding fat guys and saying 'there he is'. The evening inevitably found the coincidentally named Ian - Jom's father - Harry, Jom and myself taking dinner at a moderately palatable Italian on Lothian Road. It was some distance from what one might term 'comfortable'.



Praccy, Audrey & Jemmie turned up on Friday, as promised. Jom's dad made himself coveniantly absent. Games followed. Harry played Kirby, spending most of his time predictably metamorphosizing into a brick, while Jom's Young Link tracked a steady downward curve from the first glass to the last swig. Praccy, to his credit, played some G&W, though arguably his playstyle could have done with a lot less chair and a lot more parachute. SF2 quickly became a contest of whose retarded abuse of Blanka, Chun-Li or E. Honda was superior. There was pizza, there was wine (drunk too quickly by Jom, too slowly by myself, not at all by anyone else). Sleep was had by some (others, Audrey, elected to spend their evening reading Larkin's collected works chronologically, what the hell), fun was had by all.



If you weren't there, I can tell you this much: they're all pretty much exactly as you'd expect them to be.

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Jets Are Like Comets at Sunset

  Posted June 2nd 2006 by Dae

I was woken this morning at an ungodly hour, beckoned from my bed and sustained by sheer force of tea through a morning of Marianne and Minor Details... A pleasant precursor to an even more pleasant lunch on the grass of The Meadows, under the glorious sunshine and the shadows of overflying frisbees.



Attempts at work, after such a profoundly calming afternoon, came to nought, rendering me with no option but to don velvet and head to The Cameo's nine o' clock. On the way my efforts at an elegant saunter were swiftly stopped quite dead by no small test of moral character. I'd like to think they were sixteen, but let's be honest, they might well have been fifteen, and they, like most reasonable human beings most of the time, wanted a drink. Having availed myself similarly at their age, I was hardly in a position to decline, though I was unable to determine which mode of karma I'd thereby solicited. At very least I hope I inspired within them a good taste in lagers, and however encouraged to 'keep the change', landed that particular 1.81 squarely in a piece of destitute headgear. Brick, incidentally, did, while not without some failure, manage to jangle several of my more notable bells.



Don't go looking at me like that. The day I got news, news is what you get. The day I eat prawn-mayo in the park, you damn well shut up and act interested.

The Sunshine Underground

  Posted June 10th 2006 by Dae

Wanting to take it for something of a test-drive, I earlier popped out to pick up some cookies from the new local 'Tesco Metro'. Unbeknown to me (and whoever packaged the product, apparently) said cookies were laced with a not insignificant quantity of toffee, a revelation that, besides having much to say about the sad state of our great nation, caused me no small amount of anxiety. As it turned out, they tasted mostly like flapjacks, so it was cool. Edinburgh is all open windows and discarded socks today. Summer, with its accompanying prediliction with bare skin and cider, is well and truly arrived. I couldn't avoid watching England's first World Cup match... Joe Cole is the fucking win, frankly.



Anyway, I've been meaning to plug brickfilms.com for ages. The carefully crafted stop-motion animation of Lego is definitely an eccentric pursuit. There's something quite gratifying about realising, while browsing the site, how much time people spend on such patently pointless activities. When I travel down to England in a few weeks I might have to raid Angus' attic and see about some Film Noir Lego.



Finally, we're but six days shy of this year's climactic social event: The Sixteenth. Everyone who's anyone, including such internet behemoths as Praccy, bladebrood, Fina and, of course, Jom's Dad, will be gracing my pad de bachelor. Tom was rather pleased when informed of the gaming situation ("...I feel a little more relaxed knowing that I have one thing I can bring to the meeting. Brutal 2D beatdowns."). Those of you clinging to such flimsy excuses as "being in a different country" to avoid this staggerin' gatherin' should be sure to make yourselves available over IM for the obvious live uncut geeky webcam sex. Those lucky enough to be invited should note that there is no student discount on the 25 door fee.

Bump Selecta

  Posted May 30th 2006 by Dae

Whoever it was who came round to my house and surreptitiously downloaded Ecuador and Encoire Une Fois, sir, I thank you. Seeing as I found them on the Mac however - too large, too silver for most of my associates to so much as entertain the prospect of using - I'm forced to consider that it was either acquired personally during some forgotten opium bender, or that it came preinstalled. I know that XP comes, or came, with an obscenely random David Byrne track preloaded, so I suppose it makes sense for Apple to kit their latest machines with euphoric nineties commercial dance.



Such pleasantries aside, I have today been, between Tunnock's Milk Chocolate Caramel Wafer Biscuits, smokes & coffees, quite singularly devoted to the editing mentioned in my last post. How indeed would I find the time to write 'news' were it not to avoid more constructive activity? On a dryer note, the 'basic' motion control facilities available in Final Cut pro are truly a godsend. With HD, digital zooming is at least feasible, while animated speed and rotation begins to give the editor a worrying quantity of creative control (potentially, at least). Gone are the days of cutting: we're into fast motion diagonally zooming cross-fading track pans now, darlings. All this and I haven't so much as opened After Effects. Within the confines of this 16:9 box, I am the will of God.

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