Link to Shamus Young’s post about this amazing video, and special effects. Which are mind-blowing, considered the equipment and software purportedly cost $500.
I wonder how much this would have cost to make 10 years back. Or considering James Cameron’s enormous budget, should I be expecting a whole lot more eye candy from Avatar?
My gosh, haven’t blogged in ages.
Well, holidays are now officially in full swing, what with all the holiday Training, Meeting People, and Going Out and spending bleeding money on Things like Food.
Oh, right, and the Seeing Pictures of People going to Interesting Places on Facebook. And, of course, camp, from which I myself have recently returned.
In short, many things have been happening that take away the little time left in the final month of the last year of the new millennium’s first decade. Chronological circumlocutions aside, plenty of interesting (to me) things that are run-of-the-mill.
Perhaps, it’s rather obvious that I’m trying to avoid starting on the almost obligatory post-camp blogpost. The post-camp and “away for ages; now I’m back” post.
Camp was… eye-opening and powerful. I don’ think I can go into the details in text, but suffice to say, God showed me that He is powerful, empowers his people to do Things for Him, and He asked me why I’m not doing so much more yet. Kinda like a kick in the seat of the pants. Anyway, if you’re interested, just ask me; I’ll be candid, I promise.
And so, as we gaze Christmas in the distance, but fast-approaching, along with new year and a new school term, it’s time to get off the ass and get working. Hopefully, heh.
Surviving the World
Daily lessons in Science, Literature, Love, and Life, by Dante Shepherd
Suggestion 34: When unable to think of Something Interesting To Write, try commenting on the weather
Wow, no rain today, for the first time in two weeks. That makes me happy.
Also, KI paper is DONE, which is good news as well.
Remember that grey cloud I mentioned in the previous post? Well, they kind of tend to come all up in your face, what with all the lightning, thunder, and impending doom when you’re one third of the way through them.
Yeah, KI is rubbing me in a way that can only be described as wrong. Especially when classmates are skipping lectures, tutorials, and merrily around in the haze of post-PW freedom.
Speaking of which, the reader might be curious as to why the author is writing this, instead of, say, a KI paper or something of the like. That would, indeed, be a very good question. It makes such a good question that even the author cannot answer it, and would rather answer questions such as “why does school rule our lives?”
Maybe later, when I’m actually done with that paper.
Oh man, things are looking up.
Memory upgrade – Obtained
PW – Over
H3 Physics – Offered
Holidays – On the way
Of course,material goods, human achievements that pass, and momentary emotions and feelings can bring only a temporary happiness. But, yes indeed, things are looking up, up, up, thank God.
Now, the effort to seed that single grey cloud of a KI paper in the brilliant blue sky of freedom would be excellent.
We’ve heard all the official tones (or, rather, posh voices), seen the fruit of rote memorisation and practiced cheeriness, and witnessed firsthand the dread of unanticipated questions from the assessors. And now, It is Over.
So, PW, may you rest in peace. As we have appeased you with our sacrifices of mind-numbing frustration, terminally long meetings, and other assorted travails, please do not rise from the grave to trouble us again. I have great faith that you will most certainly not do so. Of course, we fully expect you to inflict yourself upon unsuspecting J1s in a few months to come, as we spectate with vicarious glee.
The Suicide Kid
by Charles Bukowski
I went to the worst of bars
hoping to get
killed.
but all I could do was to
get drunk
again.
worse, the bar patrons even
ended up
liking me.
there I was trying to get
pushed over the dark
edge
and I ended up with
free drinks
while somewhere else
some poor
son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital
bed,
tubes sticking out all over
him
as he fought like hell
to live.
nobody would help me
die as
the drinks kept
coming,
as the next day
waited for me
with its steel clamps,
its stinking
anonymity,
its incogitant
attitude.
death doesn’t always
come running
when you call
it,
not even if you
call it
from a shining
castle
or from an ocean liner
or from the best bar
on earth (or the
worst).
such impertinence
only makes the gods
hesitate and
delay.
ask me: I’m
72.
FML, MLIA, MMT, and now, WTF?
Today, one Elizabeth Tan looked at me and said “KNNCCB”. Then she started giggling. WTF?
