Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Nostalgia!
I'm definately loving Charles' Otakupedia idea right now, it's pretty awesome. If not only for the fact it's a totally useful tool for remnsicing about my past life on theotaku network. I cans ay "I was there" when Kuja got the ban, "I was there" when V6 took a month to roll out, "I was there" when MAMA staggered whimsically into the light of day.

I've never been so dedicated to one netwrok before, which is awesome for the most part, although I do wonder how 4 years gets off going by so quicky... I'm not sure if I will be experiencing OB from behind a zimmer frame, but onyl time will tell.

And getting my own article on Otakupedia? Wow, that's definately a highlight worth remembering for some time to come. Thanks Alan. ^_^
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Friday, November 10, 2006

Olden Days!
I'm bewildered that the older generation think the good ole days were better than they are today. Really, I am.

So, somehow, standing for half an hour, perfectly still, while you waited for the shutter of an old photographic device to shut, thus taking the picture so desired, was better than snap-bang digital photography? What if you wanted to photograph a waving flag? Would you glue it in place in a flutter position, just to get that shot?

I have to laugh at my School's oldest school photos, which have the students standing next to Zorg the alien, only to find that Zorg the alien is actually a blurr which used to be a student. The student, explained in the class list accompanying the photo, simply moved.

Doing a little digging, I found out that in latter years, moving could mean anything from sneezing, to trying to do that devil horn thing to your mate with the "peace-fingers," to simply having had enough of standing perfectly still from sunrise to sunset, and walking off. Earlier machines were nastier. If you but blinked, you were turned into Zorg the alien. Zorg might take offence at being compared to an erroneous blur. My apologies to Zorg.

I bet you the grannies of that era, had they not all died from diptheria, would have cawed for the good ole days of class paintings. These involed a longer wait, but, unless the phot..painte...artist was a total buffoon., there was little to no chance of "Zorgification." Again, my apologies to Zorg. Most evil of all evil alien things. Even more evil than that Ridley Scott thing with two mouths. I bet you have three, don't you, Zorg?

I'll take my snap-bang photography, flash memory sticks, computers, blue screens of death, memory read errors, time-out ping on upload, distorted pixels resulting in "Zorgification"....

Wait a minute....
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Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Color Me Christchurch - Act I
Christchurch City, named for the Anglican cathedral that sits dead-center of the town. Though it is a rather small object to name a town on, encompassing barely a block, your average Christchurchian doesn't mind.

Here, the winds of change start rustling the barren trees left bare by the forlorn winter months. How they rustle without leaves is up to interpretation. I tell ya, they rustle, ok?

Ducklings are hatched by mother ducklings, soon to be gobbled up by eels, but don't let that spoil the genteel nature of this story. I can see five little ducklings now following their mother down the pristine waterway. Four, three, two....

Spring has sprung, grass has ris. I wonder where dem birdies is? Probably gobbled up by eels but don't let that ruin the genteel nature of the story. Kids are leaving their Playstations, soaking up the midday sun, not that the changing seasons and warming weather had anything to do with that mind you. It's the parents, who now have an excuse to save their blown-out power bill.

The flowers are in bloom and pollen fills the air. If you're an asthmatic hayfever suffer like myself, you'll probably be cursing and loving this event all at the same time.

An eel has caught itself a nieve little duckling. Not that I care about it as much as I did way back when. Fish gotta eat too, you know.

The lambs of spring will bring the farmer much joy. Until it once again snows out of season, or the hapless fluffballs stray too near the creek and hungry eels. But din't let that ruin the genteel nature of the story.

And in the north of the Earth. Equator up. The leaves are falling and the temperature is cooling. And you just hate me for our spring, dont ya? Well, you've had spring and summer long enough. Have bitter winter and maiden autumn.

Spring. It's loveley.



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