Sometimes I Wish They'd Just Abolish Chairs and Tables and Let Us Sit on the Floor
Thursday was a much more eventful day at work, since the paper had gone out and we were starting to get once again swamped with people writing in. All the same, I went on a little walkabout at lunch time - the weather was gorgeous; too nice to sit in the office all day; plus I was hungry and had some photos to pick up.
The black and white prints turned out satisfactory, though a lot of them were blurred due to inadequate light. This didn't surprise me as a lot of the pictures had been taken on a winter evening. I'd try to defend them as having an almost spectral quality to them but - well, they're a bit naff. You can see what's on them but it's all fuzzy and vague.
The colour film was my main concern. Because my camera had faffed up and the film had detached itself, I hadn't been able to rewind it. I'd realised in Blue Planet that something was horribly wrong. At home, I made the crucial mistake of opening it up - and even though I did it with the curtains closed, the film was still exposed to white light. I was expecting the worst when I picked up the film, but the result wasn't terrible. The Perry shot survived, as did the rather ironic one of Anna sulking because I wouldn't take a picture of her. I lost all the Blue Planet and museum photos, but got a few of the rather arty ones of a heap of my jewellery. I'm hoping to turn those into a large-scale painting.
The funny thing is, I didn't see these travesties until I showed Jason later on. So this is the first glimpse he's seen of my photography, and they also happen to be totally not indicative of my skill. Excellent. So now I look like a crap photographer!
That night was the pub quiz at the Running Horses. Again, I got there first (damn you, hourly buses!) and stood outside reading and chatting to two very drunk girls about the awesomeness of my hat. When Jason, Lee and Dave showed up, there was only one table left - one right by the front of the pub, near to the window. And then Lee and Dave had to go and get chairs.
The quiz was a lot harder this time round. Whoever came third completely owned us. And the pub itself was packed. Strangely enough, though, it hadn't looked too bad when we first walked in - it was when we started looking for a table that we realised that actually, the place was rather full.
Walking back to the bus stop that night, I learned something interesting. Dave was talking about how his first girlfriend had - 'ironically', according to Jason - been called Kelsey.
"Why's that ironic?" I asked. "Was she short, blonde and sane, perchance?" (Since I'm tall, dark-haired and apparently mad)
Turns out it's ironic because Jason's first girlfriend is called Kelsey. Though she describes herself as more of a Kelza. You know, for a bidduvvalaff.
Poor Jason. I mean, talk about being thrown in at the deep end! I always think a guy is safer going out with a few less wacky people before trying on a full-on loony for size - but apparently Jason's decided to have a lapse in sanity himself. Ah well - all the cool kids aren't doing it!
This weekend is a long weekend. Hooray! The problem is, I have sweet bugger all to do with said long weekend until Monday. Jason visited his Auntie Maxine on Wednesday and during Jam Night said she'd invited me round, so we're visiting on Monday so I can meet yet more of his family. So far my impressions have been fantastic. They remind me a bit of Holly's family - a bunch of through-and-through nice people.
What have I been doing in the meantime, you ask? Certainly not journalling, though I've been messing around on here. I've been transferring all my entries into a word document in the hopes of turning them into a book. So far, I've reached 18th April 2009. I've got over 300 pages right now, and I can see another 200 on top of that, easily.
I think it's definitely worth the effort, especially in the light of the recent DDoS attacks. If I were to lose all this stuff, I'd be heartbroken - that would be two years of memories down the drain. Additionally, I think I'll back up this book with retrospective notes here and there; memories that never made it onto this journal for whatever reason. Things that seemed pointless back then but have meaning now. You never know, I suppose, which way a memory will go.
The only problem is that every time I open the document up, I have to check every single page for line spacing errors that occur due to OpenOffice changing the format slightly. Perhaps when I finish the project and save as a PDF, it won't faff up every time I open it. The PDF is a much more solid format. *loves it*
The black and white prints turned out satisfactory, though a lot of them were blurred due to inadequate light. This didn't surprise me as a lot of the pictures had been taken on a winter evening. I'd try to defend them as having an almost spectral quality to them but - well, they're a bit naff. You can see what's on them but it's all fuzzy and vague.
The colour film was my main concern. Because my camera had faffed up and the film had detached itself, I hadn't been able to rewind it. I'd realised in Blue Planet that something was horribly wrong. At home, I made the crucial mistake of opening it up - and even though I did it with the curtains closed, the film was still exposed to white light. I was expecting the worst when I picked up the film, but the result wasn't terrible. The Perry shot survived, as did the rather ironic one of Anna sulking because I wouldn't take a picture of her. I lost all the Blue Planet and museum photos, but got a few of the rather arty ones of a heap of my jewellery. I'm hoping to turn those into a large-scale painting.
The funny thing is, I didn't see these travesties until I showed Jason later on. So this is the first glimpse he's seen of my photography, and they also happen to be totally not indicative of my skill. Excellent. So now I look like a crap photographer!
That night was the pub quiz at the Running Horses. Again, I got there first (damn you, hourly buses!) and stood outside reading and chatting to two very drunk girls about the awesomeness of my hat. When Jason, Lee and Dave showed up, there was only one table left - one right by the front of the pub, near to the window. And then Lee and Dave had to go and get chairs.
The quiz was a lot harder this time round. Whoever came third completely owned us. And the pub itself was packed. Strangely enough, though, it hadn't looked too bad when we first walked in - it was when we started looking for a table that we realised that actually, the place was rather full.
Walking back to the bus stop that night, I learned something interesting. Dave was talking about how his first girlfriend had - 'ironically', according to Jason - been called Kelsey.
"Why's that ironic?" I asked. "Was she short, blonde and sane, perchance?" (Since I'm tall, dark-haired and apparently mad)
Turns out it's ironic because Jason's first girlfriend is called Kelsey. Though she describes herself as more of a Kelza. You know, for a bidduvvalaff.
Poor Jason. I mean, talk about being thrown in at the deep end! I always think a guy is safer going out with a few less wacky people before trying on a full-on loony for size - but apparently Jason's decided to have a lapse in sanity himself. Ah well - all the cool kids aren't doing it!
This weekend is a long weekend. Hooray! The problem is, I have sweet bugger all to do with said long weekend until Monday. Jason visited his Auntie Maxine on Wednesday and during Jam Night said she'd invited me round, so we're visiting on Monday so I can meet yet more of his family. So far my impressions have been fantastic. They remind me a bit of Holly's family - a bunch of through-and-through nice people.
What have I been doing in the meantime, you ask? Certainly not journalling, though I've been messing around on here. I've been transferring all my entries into a word document in the hopes of turning them into a book. So far, I've reached 18th April 2009. I've got over 300 pages right now, and I can see another 200 on top of that, easily.
I think it's definitely worth the effort, especially in the light of the recent DDoS attacks. If I were to lose all this stuff, I'd be heartbroken - that would be two years of memories down the drain. Additionally, I think I'll back up this book with retrospective notes here and there; memories that never made it onto this journal for whatever reason. Things that seemed pointless back then but have meaning now. You never know, I suppose, which way a memory will go.
The only problem is that every time I open the document up, I have to check every single page for line spacing errors that occur due to OpenOffice changing the format slightly. Perhaps when I finish the project and save as a PDF, it won't faff up every time I open it. The PDF is a much more solid format. *loves it*