Weekend stuff
'Bookered out' did indeed fall through the door this morning. After getting comfortable, dividing some pasta and a large jug of coffee between myself and Sian - as well as nailing down Awen for half-an-hour or so, we cautiously hit the button on the DVD player...
...not bad really, all in :o)
I did begin too many sentences with 'To me...' however. Was unaware of it, completely - but moreso editing gave a curious slant to the show. Chris and Susan and co. were quite brilliant, really. We actually did all meld very well, very quickly.
Before the show filmed, Chris stumbled on some character profiles that the very lovely director had temporarily laid on a sideboard.
I was 'sincere, honest and intense' - not a bad plug - if a little 'get the pole out your ass'.
Chris was 'loveable geek' or somesuch. Not a geek tho. Rather a well grounded teacher with the most extraordinary knowledge of Doctor Who. Ever.
Ever.
Angharad actually pointed the camera at herself for a chunk - but was relieved to have been snipped from the final film. Although Awen is there quite a bit toddling about - as is my elder daughter Cara and my wee nephew Aryn [filmed while in Scotland].
Really great experience. Absolute highlight was meeting the other contributors - as well as sharing some very fine champagne and getting 'This thing of darkness' signed by Harry Thompspon.
Life tumbles on at the mo. Work is very exciting, very busy, taking up most of the seconds.
Meanwhile Sian is starting to set her heart on a wee three-bedroomed house on the Isle of Anglesey. Safe garden for Awen. Not far from Bangor by car. More space at home. A conservatory for book reading and the drinking of wine.
Very nuclear. Very provincial, even - but it makes more sense every day - the alternative is simply renting and peeing away money for nada.
My parents took Cara to South Africa yesterday for three weeks. My dad's brother emigrated a while back. I miss my wee cousins lots, although Angharad kept the secret of secrets when they snuk into our wee Welsh Bwthyn a few months back. Hadn't seen them in years. Tears 'n stuff. They loved Sian, which is, of course, to be expected. :o) We ate ice cream, and walked on sand dunes, and swam with Jellyfish.
Today we jumped into the Rover and headed to Llandudno. I bought a B&W photography book. Angharad bought some kind of fantasy novel, again.
Awen bought grapes.
Fantasy novels. Role playing. Online gaming to that end. Sian is daft on it. Lurvs it. I think it's all pretty cool - but admit to chuckling when seeing live action role players at play. Folk dressed up as badgers and the like..
..amazing that imagination can be fleshed out that way, truly - and it's a very human thing to do. I can't find the aesthetic though - of course, many of these folk no doubt put pen to paper in fantasy novels etc and are obviously a bright bunch, which is ubercool - but I guess the hard fact is that I'd rather be asking questions of myself - by myself - camera at hand - notepad and some good coffee - even stationed in front of a cool PS2 blend mode...
...than dressing up as a rat/badger/squirrel and assaulting other forest dwellers with rubber swords. Hmmmm. Kudos to 'em all though.
As I write this - Angharad and Awen are curled up together on the suite. Awen had toddled up earlier, stood at the top of the stairs [gate in place!], and started whispering for her mum. Sometimes she reaches out like that - and always to Angharad.
Sometimes she just wont go over again until she's cuddled in. She's getting to that age - you wake up suddenly - and she'll be there - sprawled out between us both - a ridiculously warm waterbottle.
Angharad herself is off somewhere in nod, dreaming of this 'n that no doubt. Probably on some ancient battlefield, dressed to the hilt in some feminine armour.
Or slugging it to some ungodly beast. She's began, tentatively, playing some online games again - she's played about with a few and settled on an old one she loves. Like a bairn in a sweetie shop :o) Woke up from a wee doze the other day and she was nutting some skeleton.
Next week I'm explaining the benefits of a good website to the head rangers and wardens of the CCW. I do like my job, lots. :o)
Thereafter, we're having a company day out in an old coppermine. Not a bad place to discuss budgetary concerns for 05/06 I guess.
Tomorrow, Angharad's folks are coming up and might mind the wee yin for a few hours.....giving us the opportunity to see 'Serenity' at Cineworld. Better than StarWars? No brainer I guess.
I think there will be an opp. for some photography next week also....Sian suggested taking her folks amazing wee retro-caravan [like a spacepod of sorts] for a bit and camping on a truly stunning beachhead on Anglesey (not far from the house she's fond of either). I could wake up. Catch the morning drama.
In beautiful monochrome, of course...
Later.
...not bad really, all in :o)
I did begin too many sentences with 'To me...' however. Was unaware of it, completely - but moreso editing gave a curious slant to the show. Chris and Susan and co. were quite brilliant, really. We actually did all meld very well, very quickly.
Before the show filmed, Chris stumbled on some character profiles that the very lovely director had temporarily laid on a sideboard.
I was 'sincere, honest and intense' - not a bad plug - if a little 'get the pole out your ass'.
Chris was 'loveable geek' or somesuch. Not a geek tho. Rather a well grounded teacher with the most extraordinary knowledge of Doctor Who. Ever.
Ever.
Angharad actually pointed the camera at herself for a chunk - but was relieved to have been snipped from the final film. Although Awen is there quite a bit toddling about - as is my elder daughter Cara and my wee nephew Aryn [filmed while in Scotland].
Really great experience. Absolute highlight was meeting the other contributors - as well as sharing some very fine champagne and getting 'This thing of darkness' signed by Harry Thompspon.
Life tumbles on at the mo. Work is very exciting, very busy, taking up most of the seconds.
Meanwhile Sian is starting to set her heart on a wee three-bedroomed house on the Isle of Anglesey. Safe garden for Awen. Not far from Bangor by car. More space at home. A conservatory for book reading and the drinking of wine.
Very nuclear. Very provincial, even - but it makes more sense every day - the alternative is simply renting and peeing away money for nada.
My parents took Cara to South Africa yesterday for three weeks. My dad's brother emigrated a while back. I miss my wee cousins lots, although Angharad kept the secret of secrets when they snuk into our wee Welsh Bwthyn a few months back. Hadn't seen them in years. Tears 'n stuff. They loved Sian, which is, of course, to be expected. :o) We ate ice cream, and walked on sand dunes, and swam with Jellyfish.
Today we jumped into the Rover and headed to Llandudno. I bought a B&W photography book. Angharad bought some kind of fantasy novel, again.
Awen bought grapes.
Fantasy novels. Role playing. Online gaming to that end. Sian is daft on it. Lurvs it. I think it's all pretty cool - but admit to chuckling when seeing live action role players at play. Folk dressed up as badgers and the like..
..amazing that imagination can be fleshed out that way, truly - and it's a very human thing to do. I can't find the aesthetic though - of course, many of these folk no doubt put pen to paper in fantasy novels etc and are obviously a bright bunch, which is ubercool - but I guess the hard fact is that I'd rather be asking questions of myself - by myself - camera at hand - notepad and some good coffee - even stationed in front of a cool PS2 blend mode...
...than dressing up as a rat/badger/squirrel and assaulting other forest dwellers with rubber swords. Hmmmm. Kudos to 'em all though.
As I write this - Angharad and Awen are curled up together on the suite. Awen had toddled up earlier, stood at the top of the stairs [gate in place!], and started whispering for her mum. Sometimes she reaches out like that - and always to Angharad.
Sometimes she just wont go over again until she's cuddled in. She's getting to that age - you wake up suddenly - and she'll be there - sprawled out between us both - a ridiculously warm waterbottle.
Angharad herself is off somewhere in nod, dreaming of this 'n that no doubt. Probably on some ancient battlefield, dressed to the hilt in some feminine armour.
Or slugging it to some ungodly beast. She's began, tentatively, playing some online games again - she's played about with a few and settled on an old one she loves. Like a bairn in a sweetie shop :o) Woke up from a wee doze the other day and she was nutting some skeleton.
Next week I'm explaining the benefits of a good website to the head rangers and wardens of the CCW. I do like my job, lots. :o)
Thereafter, we're having a company day out in an old coppermine. Not a bad place to discuss budgetary concerns for 05/06 I guess.
Tomorrow, Angharad's folks are coming up and might mind the wee yin for a few hours.....giving us the opportunity to see 'Serenity' at Cineworld. Better than StarWars? No brainer I guess.
I think there will be an opp. for some photography next week also....Sian suggested taking her folks amazing wee retro-caravan [like a spacepod of sorts] for a bit and camping on a truly stunning beachhead on Anglesey (not far from the house she's fond of either). I could wake up. Catch the morning drama.
In beautiful monochrome, of course...
Later.