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I don't mind looking back on things and realising that 'Gods, I was awful.' I don't like watching videos of plays I've been in. It never works, anyway, because it's theatre, not film, and you kind of have to be there. But also - and I've trying to get to the end of this sentence without sounding an arrogant pr*ck - I did think I was better than that. (No. Didn't manage it.)
"You've changed, man. You've changed. You're different."
"Well, I would bloody well hope so. Time has passed."
That's my point, you see. Change and growth. Always striving upwards as it says at the bottom. So definitely hurrah if I see improvement, but sometimes despondent that I seem to have improved so far. Hence - 'Gods, I was awful.'
I'm designing an event, which I've been doing for about ten years now, and looking at previous years' materials for inspiration. They weren't awful. I specifically remember them not being awful, everyone always has a good time and I've had a no quibble increase in my fee every second year for the ten. So I must be doing something right. But Gods, they're awful. There's gaping holes in the scoring structure (it's a scavenger hunt type deal) for a kick off.
On the flip side, though, I am now able to spot the gaping holes in the scoring structure (easily enough that I wonder how on earth I missed them before). And that's very me. Crippled with shame and smug all at the same time.
Not a bad line to walk, I suppose.
...
Did I say smug? I meant uber-smug, I think. UBER! In my new toy. Got me a Canon EOS 450D. I mean, I had to. Shooting Justin and Karen's wedding in a couple of weeks and the beast (my heavy as shit but well loved Samsung Pro 815) was just not going to deal with the light levels. So I absolutely had to buy this camera.
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Which, please the Gods of Heavy Drizzle, I am taking up Blackford Hill tonight, to shoot the fireworks. It's fairly distant, but we (SteveO and I - surprise) are heading up just before sunset to catch focus and the like.
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The book thing moves on. Not hugely, but I've got a kind of a mind map thing on the blackboard (next to a darts game of Malcolm and Ali's - no respect) of plot. Half a plot. OK, a quarter of a plot and I've still no idea how the Avatar fella meets up with the lady who lives on the edges and the trend setter, but I'm getting there.
It's actually quite a good visual reference. Whenever I'm lying on the couch in forced servitude to Patsy the Cat, who must sit on a lap, my eyes wander over the different colours of chalk, and it's giving me ideas.
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Like mutual and discrete, for instance. Which is best?
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#shout out to Ali, whose photos I have still not forgotten - swear#
...
Semper superne nitens,
C
"You've changed, man. You've changed. You're different."
"Well, I would bloody well hope so. Time has passed."
That's my point, you see. Change and growth. Always striving upwards as it says at the bottom. So definitely hurrah if I see improvement, but sometimes despondent that I seem to have improved so far. Hence - 'Gods, I was awful.'
I'm designing an event, which I've been doing for about ten years now, and looking at previous years' materials for inspiration. They weren't awful. I specifically remember them not being awful, everyone always has a good time and I've had a no quibble increase in my fee every second year for the ten. So I must be doing something right. But Gods, they're awful. There's gaping holes in the scoring structure (it's a scavenger hunt type deal) for a kick off.
On the flip side, though, I am now able to spot the gaping holes in the scoring structure (easily enough that I wonder how on earth I missed them before). And that's very me. Crippled with shame and smug all at the same time.
Not a bad line to walk, I suppose.
...
Did I say smug? I meant uber-smug, I think. UBER! In my new toy. Got me a Canon EOS 450D. I mean, I had to. Shooting Justin and Karen's wedding in a couple of weeks and the beast (my heavy as shit but well loved Samsung Pro 815) was just not going to deal with the light levels. So I absolutely had to buy this camera.
...
Which, please the Gods of Heavy Drizzle, I am taking up Blackford Hill tonight, to shoot the fireworks. It's fairly distant, but we (SteveO and I - surprise) are heading up just before sunset to catch focus and the like.
...
The book thing moves on. Not hugely, but I've got a kind of a mind map thing on the blackboard (next to a darts game of Malcolm and Ali's - no respect) of plot. Half a plot. OK, a quarter of a plot and I've still no idea how the Avatar fella meets up with the lady who lives on the edges and the trend setter, but I'm getting there.
It's actually quite a good visual reference. Whenever I'm lying on the couch in forced servitude to Patsy the Cat, who must sit on a lap, my eyes wander over the different colours of chalk, and it's giving me ideas.
...
Like mutual and discrete, for instance. Which is best?
...
#shout out to Ali, whose photos I have still not forgotten - swear#
...
Semper superne nitens,
C
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