Window in the Skies

This is my new favourite video clip. My U2 fandomness is based on their early stuff, but this song is growing on me, and just this clip is SOAWESOME.



Love love.

Time Lord of the Rings II

Time Lord of the Rings now has a logo!



Background image: Newline Cinemas
"Time Lord" font: FuturistCondensed
"Rings" font: Ringbearer

...and don't you just want to make a tissue box cover of it?

Dude! Photoshop skillz! Not!
I don't have photoshop and I don't have skillz, but nonetheless...



Actually I'm thinking now that Tom Baker is waaay too small. Also character-wise he doesn't make a very good Pippin and he looks like he's about to be sick. I couldn't get the colouring right. But the hair, scarf, and expression still suit, I reckon.

Time Lord of the Rings

The Doctor Who/Lord of the Rings crossover is the brain child of Nuroreiel and the Walk to Rivendell discussion board. Rae's going to write the story, and I've christened the project Time Lord of the Rings, which is now the umbrella for my creative endeavours. Such as this: Gandalf's Regeneration.




Update: I realise, without sounds, this would be much better as an animated gif. But I find gif animators just so darn fiddly. So sucks boo.

Crunching vinyl

new year: new media console.

Some statistics!

I have 19.2 hours of 'rock' music on my computer; 5.4 hours of 'blues'; 7 minutes 'acid' (what's 'acid', precious?); 3 minutes of 'indie' (...and you will know us by the trail of dead); and 2 minutes of 'unclassifiable' (MC Lars. I think he'd like that).

5 star rated songs include: That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore (the Smiffs), Monster (Kate Miller-Heidke), and Barney's Tune (the Grimethorpe Colliery Band)

2 star rated songs include: Meat is Murder (the Smiths again-- too right, I can't stand this song), Mr Oysterhead (Oysterhead), and the entire original Blues Brothers soundtrack-- but I love that album!!!

By year:
Oldest: 1967 (Beatles)
Newest: 2006 (Yonder Mountain String Band)
(not including all the 'unknown', which goes waaay back)

Bohemian Rhapsody

This is the closest I've come to learning to play Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. I tried once before, last holidays. It gives me the jeebies. I still can't read treble and bass clef, so right in the middle of a bar, there I am, counting up the notes, every good boy deserves... F! F!
(Which is stupid because I used to play viola and I had no problems with alto clef. Maybe that has something to do with, you know, the visual correlation between the lines of a staff and the strings of a viola. Hum.)

Last night I dreamt...

...I went to Manderley again.

That's the first line of Rebecca, by Daphne Du Maurier. I saw the Hitchcock film recently. It was pretty good, once I got the hang of the 1940s cinematography. Not the black-and-white thing, that's fine. But it seemed to me to have been filmed much longer and more complete, and Hitchcock took the important bits and strung them together, like beads on a string.

Anyway.

We went to a Mandalay Beach on our roadtrip, named for the Norweigan ship wrecked there. Definitely want to go back. The sand shifts such that you can see various bits and pieces of the ship, and there's a (replica?) of the figurehead at the top of the steps leading down there. Pretty cool stuff.






...oh, and it's part of the Bibbulum Track. Of course. You can't go five ks along the south coast without running crossing the track somewhere. I'm gonna hike that track. You know. One day.

Where's Wally?

I took this photo of the scoreboard in the midst of the English excitement. It's all there: Kevin 'Da Man' Pietersen's 70, Harmison-and-Panesar ripping it up, England reaching a lousy double century, of which we were so, so proud.

Went to see my dear boys get butt-kicked at the WACA on Friday. Soigh. But it was funtimes. After lunch the guys were going for it like they had nothing to lose (which they hadn't). So after carefully and patiently reaching his half century, the Kevsta was thwacking the ball all over the ground, playing fiery stupid cricket, which was so awesome to watch. Out on 70. Considering the next highest run total was Strauss on 42, I'm mighty proud of Kev. Then everyone got right behind Harmison, if he hit the ball we cheered, if he didn't get hit by the ball, we cheered too. And Monty Panesar!!! who 'can not bat', well he was batting on Friday quite excellently.


And then! And then! The first ball of the second innings, out it comes from Hoggard's beautifully opposable-thumbed hand, down the pitch, up, up, up
*crack*
Stumped!
Except it didn't happen in slow motion, it was really, really quick, and we're on our feet and screaming, we can't believe the magic, is this for real? Langer's gone! Huzzah!

It all went down hill from there and the next two hours or so were pure boredom, watching skilled batsmen play good cricket for the winning side. Boo! Hiss! What we want is the crappy bowlers playing scary awful cricket on the losing team, now that is fun to watch. I was surrounded by English fans and they were loving it. Commiserations, dudes.