9 Songs

Hmm. Watched 9 songs tonight at a special screening at the Arts Centre cinema.

Synopsis
A couple meet at a concert and go on to have lots of sex and go to other concerts. Their relationship is threatened at a point, when they stop having so much sex and start actually talking, at which point they realise that they don’t actually like each other, and she leaves it “at it’s best” to go back to America, while he goes to another concert and eventually on to Antarctica, where he drills holes in glaciers. And that’s it.

Good points
Some erotic scenes.
Reasonable to good soundtrack.
Nice idea.
Good attention to continuity and camera angles.
Only an hour long.

Bad points
Mostly sucky (read “bad”, not “with oral sex”) sex scenes with flat-chested woman and large-cocked man. I’ve seen better porn.
Difficult to empathise with the characters; or, in fact, feel any connection with them whatsoever.
Seemed to be telling a pretty good idea for a story in the worst way possible.
Scenes felt ‘disconnected’ and unrelated; like flicking back and forth between two film channels.
Filming styles varied from scene to scene, seemingly without purpose.

Andy seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps I just didn’t “get it”. Or perhaps it actually is just another mediocre-to-bad film which tries and fails to get some new ideas to happen.

This Year’s Election Manifestoes – A Summary

Courtesy of Private Eye, here’s a quick summary of the main points from the three big players’ manifestoes:

Labour
We’re not Conservative.

Conservative
We’re not Labour.

Liberal Democrats
We’re not Labour or Conservative.

9 Songs

Troma Night regulars (plus Sundeep) only invited to an exclusive cinema screening of 9 Songs tonight at 10:30pm. Send me a text message – or meet me on the RockMonkey ChatRoom – for details (times, places, arrangements).

BYOB. No pizza though.

Barbeque

As Sundeep recalls, last night was fab. We lit a fire and tried to hold back the tide with it; then, just after high tide, it started coming in again, wildly, and threatened to extinguish our fire, so we moved around the coast a little way. But we ate cheeseburgers and waffles and things, and drank beer, so it’s all okay. The rain even managed to hold off.

Claire – would you mind stepping in to Charlies’ today, for me, and picking up a pack of ammunition for my glue gun. Also, if I’m to fix your camera, could you also check that we have some of those ear-bud thingies.

Lots to do.

Sundeep/Katie Burning

As you all know, Bryn’s nemesis and everybody’s favourite pseudolesbian are having a birthday burning and unchristmas party on the beach tonight. More details here, here, and here (can you tell they’ve been planning this awhile?).

Anyway; in order to make sure that people know, I’ll post this message here: I’ll bring all the barbeques you can eat, and people (by which I inevitably mean ‘me’) can cook things on them. If I can get the help of one or more people with cars, I can also arrange for a large quantity of burnable wood to be deposited on the beach, too, which is always a good thing.

Hope to see you there.

GMail Accounts

People have asked me for GMail invites again, but one of these people’s @aber.ac.uk e-mail address doesn’t seem to be working, says GMail, so here are some “ready to pick up”:

Get ’em while they’re hot. If one doesn’t work, try another. If they all don’t work, leave a comment (and pull your finger out next time).

SmartData’s Almost-Free Pens

I’ve just seen haggling taken to a new level. A marketing company called us up and offered us 100 executive-type pens, branded with our company information, with no commitment to buy. They delivered them, and they’re… okay… but they really don’t fit the company image. The total value of the pens is £290, and we’re not paying that much for a design that doesn’t suit us. But the marketing company knows that they can’t re-print the pens, and they want to make some money on them (or, at least, lose as little as possible… and it would cost them money to have their courier pick them up). And so, over several phone calls, co-worker Gareth haggled with them, as follows:

Them: £290?
Gareth: free.
Them: £150?
Gareth: free.
Them: £100?
Gareth: free.
Them: £75?
Gareth: free.
Them: Really, we can’t possibly give them to you for less than £75.
Gareth: Okay then, you’ll have to send a courier to pick them up. (I’d suggested that he also say that our office hours are 9am to 9:30am on Monday mornings only, unless it’s raining in which case it’s 4:30pm to 5pm) Wow… how much is that going to cost you, out here to the West coast of Wales?
Them: Look, go ask your director – £75?
Gareth: (background noise) free.
Gareth begins to get bored.
Gareth: Okay then, £40.
Them: £50.
Gareth: £45, and you can throw in a catalogue and we’ll read it.
Them: Done.

You’ve got to love any haggling where you start at ‘free’ and stay there for as long as possible. They’re not bad pens, but we’ll be using them here rather than giving them to people…

Confusion

Don’t you hate it when you can’t draw the line in your memory between your dreams and waking life: I’m very hazy on last night, and can’t remember whether a conversation took place or if I just dreamt it.

I’m more certain, however, on a nightmare I had last night: Claire and I bought a villa in Cyprus and went to live there. But as we were moving in, we ended up arguing about the way that we would like to decorate the place, which turned nasty, and I ended up sleeping on the couch. I think it says a lot about you when nightmares of being chased by things are replaced with nightmares of domestic arguments. Ah well.

Watched the remainder of Blackadder last night with Claire, Ruth and JTA . And played some more Settlers Of Catan, in which JTA barely pipped me to the post… again! That’s the fourth time he’s just-barely-beaten-me, out of four games we’ve ever played together.

Productive Weekend… Perhaps

This post has been censored at the request of S******. See: all censored posts, all posts censored by request of S******.

Not quite so productive a weekend as I might have hoped, but still – plenty got done. Geek Night on Friday is best described by Ruth. Saturday saw me interviewed by some Theatre, Film & TV students who are doing a documentary on Nice ‘n’ Naughty, having seen my blog entry reviewing the shop. And then, joined by Ruth, JTA, Bryn, Claire, Liz and Paul, I found myself in front of the camera again, this time in a full afternoon’s rehearsal of many of the “group” scenes for The Great Free Publicity Campaign, a film we’re hoping to start shooting before the month is out.

Troma Night was particularly good – the so-called themed “Bogart Night”. We watched The Maltese Falcon (I’d seen it as a child, once, but been too young to actually appreciate it), Casablanca (still fab), and the MST3K cover of Overdrawn At The Memory Bank. The latter stars… and I use the term loosely… Raul Julia, who later went on to become Gomez in The Addams Family before once again losing his credibility by appearing in Street Fighter (the movie – not Street Figher: The Movie, the game: I kid you not). In the film, Raul plays a guy in a future in which people take short vacations by transplanting their personalities into wild animals: while inhabiting a baboon called Daisy, his real body goes missing and his personality has to be moved to the mainframe computer for safekeeping, which he breaks into. What’s that got to do with Humphrey Bogart, you ask? Well, it repeatedly references Casablanca, including footage taken from it… or, as Crow T. Robot put it, “Never show a good movie in the middle of your crappy movie.”

Paul’s got some odd plan for next week’s Troma Night, involving formally inviting people [!]. Not sure what that’s all about.

And on Sunday evening JTA, Ruth, Claire and I – joined by Jimmy, who’s back in town, and briefly by Sundeep, who was busily pirating music – watched most of the third series of Blackadder, before JTA started falling asleep and had to retire.

Apart from that: got a little work done on the research for a report I need to write, but not enough to really call it “progress”. Got a little work done on some code I needed to write to allow a project I’m working on to be multilingual, but not to any great depth. Hmm… doesn’t sound like such a productive weekend, anymore…

Edit: Oh; and there’s now a little bit of publicly-available information about TheFilm.

Edit2 – 19 September 2017: certain details were removed at Sundeep’s request.

DVI-VGA Adapter

Troma Night tonight could really do with a DVI-VGA adapter, like the one pictured to the right. I have two of them, somewhere. If you were part of the tidy-up squad and you remember seeing it, or if you have one that you can lend to me for the evening, it would be much appreciated.

Frustration

Tried to post from my mobile, but it lost the post. Tried to post a summary from my mobile, but that died too. So here’s the short, short version:

Just witnessed frustrating argument. Not least because I felt ‘banned’ from it. That may be for the best, because if I’d have participated I think Claire would have felt persecuted… all participants were getting rather defensive before I left, which wasn’t helping any of them.

Despite a couple of (probably accidental) attempts to backstab, Andy earned himself a respect point tonight.

Lots of points that shouldn’t have been overlooked, but were, but I’m not typing them again.

Fuck it.