BBQ Montage

And here's something new.

A montage from Baird's summer BBQ party.

Although in actuality, this is the planned intro to the film we've been planning to make. To bring people up to speed, we decided just opening it (with a scene of Emily's character returning from a party) was too slow, and we wanted something more...kickass.

So here's the opening montage! There's a few things I'm not sure about still. Like shots where people acknowledge the camera. I don't know whether to keep them to give it a home video look, or whether to try and make it all look like people don't know the camera is there.

Suggestions on that are good.

I also don't really like the end. The music or the fade doesn't feel right.

But other than that, enjoy the montage. It'll hopefully be in the film, but, it's also us, partying, so have a laugh!

Lots of people fall off chairs, I've decided.

Emo

Okay, something's been irritating me lately. But from that title, it's not what you think.

It's not emos, or such, not what you'd expect to be irritating about emos.

It's that now ANY sign of negative emotion has people calling you emo.

And it's really irritating.

Think about it, if someone writes off a depressive blog, they get labelled 'being emo', if someone says something bad, it's not uncommon to hear 'I don't mean to sound emo'. It annoys me because it suddenly disallows you from having negative emotions without suddenly having this stupid tag stuck on you.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have any urge to spill out my guts over some major catastrophe any time soon, it's just something I noticed. Human beings are losing their ability to cry (not literal crying) because when we do, it gets written off as 'emo' and generally ignored, or even worse, looked down upon.

Yes, a lot of people cry for attention (again, not meaning literal tears), but I have a worry that real people's problems get written off as being emo and ignored.

The interesting thing is, this doesn't apply to anything specific. At all. I'm actually just thinking from all the times I've heard the phrase 'emo' thrown around in the last couple of months. So I'm not thinking of anybody specifically, it's just something that struck me.

Least it meant I could blog on something.

How Appropriate, You Fight Like A Cow!

Pirate Night Part 2! The handy video montage I made of all the photos I took (well, most of them) as well as loads from Kat's camera for us all to see, for anybody who wants to see the stupid costumes and strange stuff.

Including all the photos from Riley's.

Enjoy!

You Fight Like A Dairy Farmer!

Pirate Night.Need I say more?

So, me n me loyal crew:

Set sail for JF's to loot, plunder, and wonder how long it be until a good song comes on. Yar!

We be facing many challenges, not least the deadly wrath of the scourge of pirate kind, the fearsome COMMODORE DAVE!
But we prevailed, taking loot and robbing innocent maidens of all their possessions (and maybe more, yar!):

Before we be looting free rum, begging then the predictable question after we had drunk it, of "Why is the rum gone!?".

And then we be facing for the final loot in the ancient tradition of the sea, the noble pirate art of the...

FANCY DRESS COMPETITION!

But I be prevailing, and taking with me the loot of a fine blade!

Which be convinient really, because two swords be broken, and a third looted from Commodore Dave (the man who did the breaking), which was returned upon acquisition of my fourth sword!

So yar, we be taking the loot, plundering the ship, duelling the commodore, and returning home to port in Tortuga in time for a good sing song and dance, with a bottle of rum and spirits high!

YAR HAR!

You Got The Sword! DA DA DA DAAAAA!

So, I moved into my new house. My landlord gave me a sword. Maybe it's because I've been playing WAY too much Zelda lately, but wondering into a house, and getting presented with a sword, really made me feel like I was in an RPG.

All he needed to say was "It's dangerous outside. Take this!" or something. But anyway.

Our new house is great, aside from freebie swords. It has loads of cutlery and cooking stuff left for us by the landlord, and brand newly decorated. The room I originally thought was small (and therefore mine!) has loads of space in a wardrobe, a cupboard AND loads of drawers. We have a fairly big garden for BBQs, Leanne, who's the girl out of us four, has a nice big TV for us since her parents just replaced their old one, and we should be getting a microwave my parents still have but haven't thrown out.

Plus loads of people I know are on the same street.

But most of all, it's just a nice house. With nice people. Should be great.

And if a singular evil does rise to threaten the world, well, I've been given a sword to fight it off. Go video games occuring in the real world!