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Where Does All The Bloody Time Go...
Apr. 24th, 2006 12:09 pm...it was only Thursday afternoon half an hour ago.
This weak in mi lif i...
...genned a Vampire Requiem character...who is surprisingly like I was when I turned eighteen: Just about at the lowest ebb of his life and a universal bullying target before managing to get to university where it stopped. The sole difference between Matthew Jasper and Doug Smith? Matt just got embraced...and is currently compiling a list.
This character will be self-indulgence and history therapy all rolled into one. Graaaavy.
...was almost killed by a poster presentation. Kieran decided to make me produce about four drafts of the poster before I was allowed to take it to be printed, meaning it wasn't printed until the Friday morning, meaning I didn't make it to the first lecture. I was quite pleased with it in the end, even if it was overly spartan compared with other posters that were around.
...almost killed someone else when I found that what I thought was potentially a crystal of one of the endgame products I was hoping for turned out to be just another by-product. There was a silver lining in that it was another in a class of new compounds I have personally created, and worth talking about, but still isn't what I was looking for.
...found that I might not be able to hack being in a room filled with academics for the rest of my life. Friday's session was unbelieveably boring and I have no intention of doing something for the rest of my life which does not mentally stimulate me. I'd rather work in a bookshop and spend my days reading than stand next to a poster for two and a half hours while no-one pays any attention to it whatsoever.
...missed the Exalted game in order to monster the third and final White City game in Chris' campaign. The amount of plot and the extent to which PCs were able to influence and cause fundamental changes to the game world continues to excite me and I only wish the character I was bringing out was going to be a little less expensive. Skian Mhor can't make the sword I was after, so it's going to have to be Tallows and the eXtreme cost associated with their rapiers.
...finally got round to finishing Knife of Dreams, many months and a couple of hiatuses from reading after I got it on the morning it came out in this country. It was nice to see things finally start to move again, but I got the feeling that in the last hundred and fifty pages or so Jordan had realised precisely how much ground he had still to cover and was fast running out of books before his wife left him, and slammed his foot on the accelerator. It remains to be seen whether book twelve (workingly titled A Memory of Light) maintains the pace.
...read more stuff. The Curious Incident of the Dog In the Night Time was offered to me by Emma some months ago while I thought I was going to get round to finishing KoD sooner than I did. Having finished KoD on the Saturday morning, I had finished DitNT less than twenty-four hours later, through the simple premise of it having been written from the point of view of a highly autistic fifteen year-old and therefore was light but intense reading. Very good indeed - the author has a strong handle on the character he was writing as.
The reading list remains as huge and unending as ever - I suppose I'm not alone in thinking I might get through a tenth of what I want to read before I die. I'm currently on Scarecrow by Matt Reilly - lent to me by dad as a book that "just could not be made into a film". Fifty pages in, and thirty-five of them have involved guns, bombs, gratuitous decapitation, walls of water and people doing bloody murder on each other - Hollywood would love this, but I'm not sure the audience would watch a two hour action sequence. Not even XXX fans...
...recovered my old camera from Backstage. They found it during the de-rig of Guys & Dolls over two years ago, and patiently held on to it for me while I was slack and never went to get it from them - for two years. Managed to get it today, and while it's never going to get used to take photographs it's still a pretty good prop. It's not a reflex job, but has manual focus and exposure etc. and a host of other features that shout "this was an impressive piece of kit in its day". Unfortunately, it's day was the late seventies and I have a perfectly good digital that allows me to take the kind of pictures I want without having to take half an hour to set them up.
...received a personal invitation - along with several other people - to the Socs Awards on May 11th. I find myself rather apathetic towards this, considering that the only thing I am particularly interested in is whether or not enough people remembered Midsummer Night's Dream to give Giles Sims-Williams Best Individual for Puck. While it proves that in my prime I was indeed a top-bracket player in the UoB Arts scene, I don't particularly see the point of going just to re-affirm that, and the fact that I will be happily guzzling Coniston Bluebird with my parents up in the Lake District at that time rather closes the deal. It was mostly fun for most of the time while it lasted, but I recognise a screwjob when I see one (c.f. the first paragraph in this post) and I have no interest in seeing awards being given to a society that does so on a quasi-regular basis (make no mistake - BUSMS will almost definitely win Best Arts Event. The show was brilliant and deserves it - I just don't want to see them receive it).
Right, time to go and finish work for the day and get ready for Warhammer. Forward the big dumb blonde one...
This weak in mi lif i...
...genned a Vampire Requiem character...who is surprisingly like I was when I turned eighteen: Just about at the lowest ebb of his life and a universal bullying target before managing to get to university where it stopped. The sole difference between Matthew Jasper and Doug Smith? Matt just got embraced...and is currently compiling a list.
This character will be self-indulgence and history therapy all rolled into one. Graaaavy.
...was almost killed by a poster presentation. Kieran decided to make me produce about four drafts of the poster before I was allowed to take it to be printed, meaning it wasn't printed until the Friday morning, meaning I didn't make it to the first lecture. I was quite pleased with it in the end, even if it was overly spartan compared with other posters that were around.
...almost killed someone else when I found that what I thought was potentially a crystal of one of the endgame products I was hoping for turned out to be just another by-product. There was a silver lining in that it was another in a class of new compounds I have personally created, and worth talking about, but still isn't what I was looking for.
...found that I might not be able to hack being in a room filled with academics for the rest of my life. Friday's session was unbelieveably boring and I have no intention of doing something for the rest of my life which does not mentally stimulate me. I'd rather work in a bookshop and spend my days reading than stand next to a poster for two and a half hours while no-one pays any attention to it whatsoever.
...missed the Exalted game in order to monster the third and final White City game in Chris' campaign. The amount of plot and the extent to which PCs were able to influence and cause fundamental changes to the game world continues to excite me and I only wish the character I was bringing out was going to be a little less expensive. Skian Mhor can't make the sword I was after, so it's going to have to be Tallows and the eXtreme cost associated with their rapiers.
...finally got round to finishing Knife of Dreams, many months and a couple of hiatuses from reading after I got it on the morning it came out in this country. It was nice to see things finally start to move again, but I got the feeling that in the last hundred and fifty pages or so Jordan had realised precisely how much ground he had still to cover and was fast running out of books before his wife left him, and slammed his foot on the accelerator. It remains to be seen whether book twelve (workingly titled A Memory of Light) maintains the pace.
...read more stuff. The Curious Incident of the Dog In the Night Time was offered to me by Emma some months ago while I thought I was going to get round to finishing KoD sooner than I did. Having finished KoD on the Saturday morning, I had finished DitNT less than twenty-four hours later, through the simple premise of it having been written from the point of view of a highly autistic fifteen year-old and therefore was light but intense reading. Very good indeed - the author has a strong handle on the character he was writing as.
The reading list remains as huge and unending as ever - I suppose I'm not alone in thinking I might get through a tenth of what I want to read before I die. I'm currently on Scarecrow by Matt Reilly - lent to me by dad as a book that "just could not be made into a film". Fifty pages in, and thirty-five of them have involved guns, bombs, gratuitous decapitation, walls of water and people doing bloody murder on each other - Hollywood would love this, but I'm not sure the audience would watch a two hour action sequence. Not even XXX fans...
...recovered my old camera from Backstage. They found it during the de-rig of Guys & Dolls over two years ago, and patiently held on to it for me while I was slack and never went to get it from them - for two years. Managed to get it today, and while it's never going to get used to take photographs it's still a pretty good prop. It's not a reflex job, but has manual focus and exposure etc. and a host of other features that shout "this was an impressive piece of kit in its day". Unfortunately, it's day was the late seventies and I have a perfectly good digital that allows me to take the kind of pictures I want without having to take half an hour to set them up.
...received a personal invitation - along with several other people - to the Socs Awards on May 11th. I find myself rather apathetic towards this, considering that the only thing I am particularly interested in is whether or not enough people remembered Midsummer Night's Dream to give Giles Sims-Williams Best Individual for Puck. While it proves that in my prime I was indeed a top-bracket player in the UoB Arts scene, I don't particularly see the point of going just to re-affirm that, and the fact that I will be happily guzzling Coniston Bluebird with my parents up in the Lake District at that time rather closes the deal. It was mostly fun for most of the time while it lasted, but I recognise a screwjob when I see one (c.f. the first paragraph in this post) and I have no interest in seeing awards being given to a society that does so on a quasi-regular basis (make no mistake - BUSMS will almost definitely win Best Arts Event. The show was brilliant and deserves it - I just don't want to see them receive it).
Right, time to go and finish work for the day and get ready for Warhammer. Forward the big dumb blonde one...
