Thursday, 18 June 2009
Monday, 15 June 2009
Unfinished Business.
So my friend Brett and his friend Nick were making this film. It was all gonna be done in 2d. Anyway I posted one of the finished scenes up here some time ago. The only finished scene.
However. They did complete the storyboards and made a pre-vis version of it.
If anything this makes me want them to complete it all. It is awesome. And the soundtrack. Absolutely cracking.
If you think its awesome too, post in the comments so Brett knows it. Maybe he'll finish it then.
Part 1
Part 2
However. They did complete the storyboards and made a pre-vis version of it.
If anything this makes me want them to complete it all. It is awesome. And the soundtrack. Absolutely cracking.
If you think its awesome too, post in the comments so Brett knows it. Maybe he'll finish it then.
Part 1
Part 2
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Design/Pitch/Build/Test/Approve/Sell
These seem like the process's you have to go through to get something onto the market right?
More or less.
We bought a sofabed. We did this because we have guests and gave them our bed. It should be called a sofafuckinguncomfortablepileofcunts.
As a lay awake last night I could not fathom how this thing ever got past the test stage.
Actually, even the design stage.
It has a mattress that is split into four parts and held together with zips. I'm no rocket scientist, but that sounds like a bad idea right off the get go. The four parts are different sizes too, so if you are asleep on the right side your two cushions are only 20cm wide.
I ended up sleeping/steadily getting angry on it like a drunk cowboy on the back of a horse. You know face down, legs and arms splayed over each side.
My mistake was when we bought it, I trusted that even though the design looked a bit silly that with all the testing that must have been done before production, it would surely be as comfy as a normal bed.
It certainly makes a nice sofa, and it was one of the more expensive ones (again a reason to think it would work) but for fuck sake. Who designed it and who approved it as a bed?
I think everyone involved must think that sleeping on a plane in economy class is comfy, because that's what it reminded me of.
Still. Only three more weeks. Ugh.
More or less.
We bought a sofabed. We did this because we have guests and gave them our bed. It should be called a sofafuckinguncomfortablepileofcunts.
As a lay awake last night I could not fathom how this thing ever got past the test stage.
Actually, even the design stage.
It has a mattress that is split into four parts and held together with zips. I'm no rocket scientist, but that sounds like a bad idea right off the get go. The four parts are different sizes too, so if you are asleep on the right side your two cushions are only 20cm wide.
I ended up sleeping/steadily getting angry on it like a drunk cowboy on the back of a horse. You know face down, legs and arms splayed over each side.
My mistake was when we bought it, I trusted that even though the design looked a bit silly that with all the testing that must have been done before production, it would surely be as comfy as a normal bed.
It certainly makes a nice sofa, and it was one of the more expensive ones (again a reason to think it would work) but for fuck sake. Who designed it and who approved it as a bed?
I think everyone involved must think that sleeping on a plane in economy class is comfy, because that's what it reminded me of.
Still. Only three more weeks. Ugh.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
A Taste of Sonar
A Taste of Sonar was at the roundhouse here in London.
As you may have guessed it was supposed to be a little bit like being at the Sonar music festival in Spain.
It was just like it; except, its a lot less hot in London, Camden is pretty much a shit hole compared to Barcelona and the drinks were cheaper at Sonar last time I went but measures were huge. Aside from that, it sorta, kinda, maybe felt like it.
Jeff Mills was doing one of his crazy DVD-J sets with visuals from vintage Sci Fi movies. It was really good I thought, not least because he lowered the tempo somewhat to his normal full frontal assault techno vibe.
He also had this nifty trick of being able to trigger these two holes on the screen exactly where some of the actors eyes were and then strobe lights spewed out of them. It was a bit freaky looking and the crowd pretty much went nuts for it.
After this I went downstairs and checked out this dude called Internet 2.
This guy was funny as something really, really funny. Like cat aids. Or comedy racism. Or that joke about the holocaust and apples Simon told me once.
Except maybe even funnier because he just kept going for like 30 mins and my face hurt from laughing.
He basically had all these synth pads layed out on the floor that were hooked up to a computer via midi, and he could change what sounds any of these pads made depending on the song (I use the word song here in the broadest possible way. More like noise....but funny noise)
He'd kind of run backwards and forwards making what can be described as the Amelie soundtrack played by a thrash metal band on computers. So cute but noisy then.
The highlight for me was when he asked if anyone in the crowd were djs and for one to come up because he was going to perform a song called dj love.
So this guy got up and internet 2 pulled a random girl out of the audience, put a pad between them and made them hump, thus triggering the synth and making me laugh. He had a lot of audience participation. It was funny.
It makes you notice how shitty dance music crowds are though with their tolerance for anything outside the box, as heaps of the boring fucktards were yelling "play some music" and other such wit filled abuse.
Got fuck yourself in the eye with garden shears you cunts.
Next up was Mary Anne Hobbs. This had to be one of the funniest things I saw.
She was supposed to be playing a Dub Step set. She came out, all blonde hair and sparkles, looking for all the world like a trance-listening extra out of a shit movie made in England about how fun clubbing is. All the fuckwit cuntfaces who hated on Internet 2 seemed happy and I heard several "I'd do her" comments.
Classy.
Anyway she came out jumping around like a total fuckwad, waving her hands in the air and acting like Teisto while her first track began building up....and then the rig stopped, making the room silent and making her look the cuntface twat she quite clearly is. I don't give a shit what she has done for music. There is no need to act like a cunt. No need.
Anyway, I'd like to say I watched heaps of other acts after that but I didn't. I smoked and talked to my friends.
As you may have guessed it was supposed to be a little bit like being at the Sonar music festival in Spain.
It was just like it; except, its a lot less hot in London, Camden is pretty much a shit hole compared to Barcelona and the drinks were cheaper at Sonar last time I went but measures were huge. Aside from that, it sorta, kinda, maybe felt like it.
Jeff Mills was doing one of his crazy DVD-J sets with visuals from vintage Sci Fi movies. It was really good I thought, not least because he lowered the tempo somewhat to his normal full frontal assault techno vibe.
He also had this nifty trick of being able to trigger these two holes on the screen exactly where some of the actors eyes were and then strobe lights spewed out of them. It was a bit freaky looking and the crowd pretty much went nuts for it.
After this I went downstairs and checked out this dude called Internet 2.
This guy was funny as something really, really funny. Like cat aids. Or comedy racism. Or that joke about the holocaust and apples Simon told me once.
Except maybe even funnier because he just kept going for like 30 mins and my face hurt from laughing.
He basically had all these synth pads layed out on the floor that were hooked up to a computer via midi, and he could change what sounds any of these pads made depending on the song (I use the word song here in the broadest possible way. More like noise....but funny noise)
He'd kind of run backwards and forwards making what can be described as the Amelie soundtrack played by a thrash metal band on computers. So cute but noisy then.
The highlight for me was when he asked if anyone in the crowd were djs and for one to come up because he was going to perform a song called dj love.
So this guy got up and internet 2 pulled a random girl out of the audience, put a pad between them and made them hump, thus triggering the synth and making me laugh. He had a lot of audience participation. It was funny.
It makes you notice how shitty dance music crowds are though with their tolerance for anything outside the box, as heaps of the boring fucktards were yelling "play some music" and other such wit filled abuse.
Got fuck yourself in the eye with garden shears you cunts.
Next up was Mary Anne Hobbs. This had to be one of the funniest things I saw.
She was supposed to be playing a Dub Step set. She came out, all blonde hair and sparkles, looking for all the world like a trance-listening extra out of a shit movie made in England about how fun clubbing is. All the fuckwit cuntfaces who hated on Internet 2 seemed happy and I heard several "I'd do her" comments.
Classy.
Anyway she came out jumping around like a total fuckwad, waving her hands in the air and acting like Teisto while her first track began building up....and then the rig stopped, making the room silent and making her look the cuntface twat she quite clearly is. I don't give a shit what she has done for music. There is no need to act like a cunt. No need.
Anyway, I'd like to say I watched heaps of other acts after that but I didn't. I smoked and talked to my friends.
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