Saturday, October 09, 2004
| Its just 12 hours to the spec now and I cant wait.
I don't know if I have posted a picture of the laser we are getting yet but it looks something along the lines of this...
But a bit brighter... and I mean fark... its moving too...!
Bump in is going pretty well... we'll ignore the 40 item list of "shit to fix and do" sitting next to me... but that's irrelevant. Top of the screwed list is the astroscans... they're really shitting me... the mirrorheads get jammed and just start crunching the gears... its really not very cool.
The tritruss that was meant to be hanging at the front got moved... we deemed it wasn't worth the effort it would take to make it safe. It's kind of funny though... we are hanging pieces of Tritruss (this stuff) which way about 5 kilos (I can easily lift and move it around in one hand) with shackles and strapping made for 5 ton loads. A nuclear shockwave could collapse the entire hall of the roof and this stuff would still be hanging.
We finally found a spot to hang the screen outside that pleased everyone, and everyone there pretty much agreed it whopped its poisiton last year, with thanks to wireless gear, we didn't have to run coax cable to give everything data... woo!
Hmmm....
Apparently a rumour was going around that the dance got canned... which kind of shitted me when I heard it. I seriously have no idea what the numbers are going to be like. We have to compete with the Somerville formal, and a St Ritas semi, but apart from that we are looking good. There doesn't seem to be any other dances to compete with. Some people are telling me everyone they know is coming... others are saying there will be SFA people. I have no idea... but its out of my control so I can just hope.
I'm not allowed to play the video at the spec either, which is kind of lame considering the reason they said they didn't want it played is because they didn't want grade 7's and 8's seeing it... and last time I checked they aren't allowed to come to the dance.
When I got up before I realised this would have been my first sleep-in on a Saturday for months... almost 6 months off the top of my head... and I got up early. I shock even myself with my stupidity.
I've pretty much run out of stuff to say ATM... I'm sure I will have a heap to blog tomrrow... with 'a heap' being a shiteload of photos and well... a shiteload of writing. Until then though... I better see you all at the spec... and yeah. Fuck I cant wait.
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Thursday, October 07, 2004
| Here it is so everyone will stop asking me. Thanks to Doc for editing most of it. Basically I wasn't allowed to show it in its current form on assembly, because of the burning bears. Their descision. Anyway... here it is... about 4 meg. I'll blog for the past week sometime soon. Just well... busy.
Click a screnshot to watch the movie. Right click and 'Save Target' to save it to your computer.

 BTW... I better see you all there on saturday
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Sunday, October 03, 2004
| Real soldiers don't read Soldier Of Fortune, they are soldiers of fortune. Real soldiers don't collect stamps, they collect Enemy dog tags. Real soldiers don't commit atrocities, they take necessary punitive action. Real soldiers don't surrender, they get killed in action. Real soldiers don't play video games, they play monopoly with the third world. Real soldiers don’t wait for elections, they hold a coup. Real soldiers don't stop tanks with SRAAW's, they fix bayonets. Real soldiers don't worry about immigration formalities. Unless the coup fails. Real soldiers don't kill women and children, until they've killed all the men and livestock. Real soldiers get late night telephone calls from right wing death squads seeking advice. Real soldiers don’t use tear gas, they use white phosphorus. Real soldiers use SMG's in an anti-aircraft role. Real soldier’s know that happiness is a confirmed kill. Real soldiers are interviewed by ASIO on return from an overseas trip. Real soldiers call the RSM by his first name, SIR. Real soldiers have Rhodesian passports, four years after Rhodesia became Zimbabwe. Real soldiers join the Army Reserve in Israel. Real soldiers would never kill a missionary, unless he lied. Real soldiers think that napalm is a contraceptive. Real soldiers get mail from El Salvadore, in Government envelopes. Real soldiers have holiday snaps of themselves and Fidel Castro. Real soldiers don't leave a battle until they are waist deep in the South Atlantic with an empty mag. Real soldiers sing 'You light up my life' while walking through a village with a flamethrower. Real soldiers don't hi-jack aircraft, they rearrange the timetable to something more convenient. Real soldiers hire out to the CIA for jobs to dangerous for the SAS. Real soldiers throw three grenades at a time and watch them go off. Real soldiers don't gamble, they play Russian Roulette with an AK47 and a full mag. Real soldiers don't have to be told, they've already done it. Real soldiers don't die for their country, they make the other bastards die for theirs. Real soldiers give the enemy the most opportunity to die for his country.
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