Bump SelectaPosted 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.
I Write Things on the InternetPosted January 1st 1970 by Dae
The dubious nature of PaPa's monographs aside, it seems to me high time that I made a news post. If things go as planned, this one should really put the 'un' firmly back into 'uninformative'.
If you believe their long defunct advertising campaign, "Lucky Strike separates the men from the boys... but not from the girls." As any purveyor of tobacco will know, the hobby is one that goes far beyond the mere act, nestling quite firmly in the realm of the connoisseur. It was Camels that first crushed my youthful abhorence of the cigarrete (being to this day a hand-rolling man through and through): a virginal obsession as much to do with their packaging than any significance of flavour. My second love of the substance abuse pantheon has proved to be the aforementioned Luckies, whose apparently nonsensical slogon 'It's Toasted' led me to a brief spell of research of which even Jom might approve. It was in that manner that I chanced upon archive.org, and more specifically this Lucky Strike advertisement from the late forties. Obviously, I couldn't restrain myself.
My days have mostly been occupied recently with the filming of Minor Details, a drama directed by friend Marianne as the main ingrediant of our final semester. We'll be done this Sunday: depending on how well the edit goes, I might get it up here for your perusal. As well as being Editor and Assistant Director, I seem to have inadvertently contracted the position of caterer, resulting in me spending this very evening up to my elbows in mayonnaise, attempting my homemade approximation of Coronation Chicken. By night I've been more concerned with Questionable Content, which I tried really hard to hate, and the usual diet of DotA's, digestive biscuits and the like. In other news, Jom, in the manner of Santa Clause, is coming to town, bringing with him an opportunity to meet Harry (and, by unlucky circumstance, Jemmie).
Advantages of Dressing All in BlackPosted May 8th 2006 by Dae
Occupied the last few days with the unadulterated enjoyment of our newly inherited, and more importantly unbelievably gigantic, television. Barely had the polythene left its angular, no-nonsense exterior however when proof came that when it comes to TV, size can do only so much. Proof called How to Lose a Man in Ten Days. Finding myself desperately tracking Kate Hudson's face, if only to avoid the irresistable urge to chew off Matthew McConaughey's hypothetical balls, I realised that hell has a name, and that it's name is that of director Donald Petrie. I don't know who you are, Donald, but I'm coming to find you, and when I do I'm going to rip out the congealed piss that you call hair.
In any case, I spent an enjoyable Sunday evening looking through some of Fina's pixel work - she's even supplemented my penguinart archive with the lil piece o emo currently exhibiting as my writfo avatar. On the subject of emo, Praccy's got a fucking MySpace, lolol.
Oh, and if you like Jom, you'll love this. Hope you're taking notes, Donald.
Trouble in ParadisePosted May 2nd 2006 by Dae
So Doc was like 'lol' and Jom was like 'stfu' and blade was like 'omggg'. Harry seems to think I take it too seriously, and after a contemplative biscuit I found I agreed, albeit grudgingly. In the words of Bob Marley: no woman, no cry.
Register up fast, lest you miss the wild ride that is changing your password. A brief panic sprung up earlier when, while I was adding the Memberlist page, the falcobug emerged. Innocent users were, quite suddenly and with no warning, being logged in as Falco. A scary experience, I can tell you.
I'm just now hearing some promising mutterings from resident artiste Joshwa. I'll say no more lest I spoilerize.
Dynamic Like Your MumPosted April 30th 2006 by Dae
Apologies to anyone who's visited the site over the last few days only to be greeted by a string of MySQL errors. SLN's been getting cleverer.
The words you are reading now are no commonplace concatenation of syllables, but summoned as deus ex machina: the portentous offspring of SLN's stillborn inner workings, animated by PHP black magic.
Our user system (independant of the forum) is now in place, featuring the ability to log both in and out. Hopefully within a couple of days there'll be a public profile to edit and the ability to upload certain kinds of content. Coming soonest will be the capacity to change the password the system gives you at registration.
At the risk of this sounding like an Oscar acceptance speech, I'd like to thank the excellent resource PHP-Freaks.com, which more than halved the time this took.