Anyway, an action packed weekend has been mostly survived and without a huge backlog, but as I've done plenty of things since I last properly updated I should probably get on with it in order to appear interesting and most importantly whore for comments. Maybe pax_draconis is right that "Hurst Street couldn't cope with my sarcasm" - hang on, it was something else about being down.
Last week was a lifetime ago. The only things I can really remember now is rejoicing in my own clumsiness and watching Mirrormask. The latter was quite enjoyable. The former offered less immediate gratification so but probably better for my immortal soul.
Friday was Scarlet at HQ. I've thought, even if I haven't said before, how little time I have for dress-up clubs that claim to be fetish. I know by dictionary definitions they are technically correct, but so probably is the local meeting of the trainspotters. It was all a bit false, a bit mainstream and I had an unhappy argument that can't possibly be the cause for any of my negative feelings. While I'm talking about failures I'll go on about my photos from the night and how I remained terrible about asking people to let me shoot them and how dreadfully mediocre the results are. Still, the only way is up and all that, every cloud has a silver lining.
On Saturday I failed to do any work. Instead I processed the photos from the night before and failed to decide on a 20s outfit for the evening's burlesque. Apparently this might be the last but one (and the last I can make because of NWO) which is a shame as while the acts are generally a mixed bag (being polite) I'm all for people having a go. I ended up again in Edwards afterwards and danced to the same three electro songs they normally play and watched a video of Depeche Mode in 1993 looking far younger than the week before.
What was most interesting was the company of a nice young lady called Amber who had emailled me and said "Can I come and assist on one of your shoots?". Of course I agreed, but did warn her that as a photography graduate she knew more than I did. Still, she seemed to enjoy it well enough and ended up coming to Edwards with us. It was at that point I really started feeling sorry for her.
Then, on Sunday came the perfect way to end a mediocre weekend - Placebo. I know a few songs but I'm a long way from being a fan and to be honest they left me wanting my bed more than wanting an encore. I've seen a lot of bands and a lot of gigs (apparently I've photographed 179 unique bands over 197 total performances at 41 venues - not sure how many actual gigs that is - but you get the idea) and they were one of the least energetic, least engaged and laziest.
Fortunately the weekend was better as a total expereince than the sum of its parts.
Other than that - I've done some work, I've watched some Lost (which I'm still quite enjoying) and the finale of BSG:S2 which might have involved shark jumping a little too much. I'm kinda worried about S3 - but we shall see in good time no doubt. Lost is still excitingly going almost nowhere.
As part of my "reinvent self as 12-year old emo" I've started a MySpace. This is terribly exciting especially as it's apparently the forefront of the introduction of social networking and blogging to the unwashed UK tabloid masses..
The Sun rises on myspace
The Sun tabloid of London plans to tie its website to myspace.com, hoping to capitalize on the popularity of the networking site with a "MySun" online readers' community. Readers will be able to create web pages and blogs and share video and photos using myspace.com software on a MySun portal. The (U.K.) Guardian quotes Sun and News Corp. owner Rupert Murdoch on the subject:
"This is a generation, now popularly referred to as the 'myspace generation', talking to itself in a world without frontiers," he said.
"It is just one example of how the media, with its ability to reach millions with information, entertainment and education can use the achievements of technology to create better and more interesting lives for a great many people.
"And it is one reason why I believe we are at the dawn of a golden age of information - an empire of new knowledge.
And now, Patrick Stewart is advertising Argos.
Post about skiing soon. I was going to put it here but I suspect I've got under three readers left. Same goes for all the photos mentioned above.