Sunday, July 17, 2005

And so, the end is near.....

Just thought I'd share my thoughts about Box leaving to go to China.

He's only going for five weeks before coming back for my wedding, and I feel like everyones making such a big deal of it before the actual event. All his friends are acting like he's falling off the bloody planet. To be honest, I dont think I've seen him this amped to be doing something different. And no, I dont think I'll miss him because i can always type out an email or send an SMS. Thats what technology is for: keeping in touch over vast distances. Its what separates us from the twelth centruy.

Pulled a double duty sound mixing shift at church tonight. Was a great show, except for some of the songs. The first song of the service was a cracker, with bounce and polish and it got the audience going. After that? Well, I dont think you could have tried any harder to put people to sleep if youd fed them sleeping pills and read them some War & Peace. Talk about dreary dull. As far as a youth service goes, three of the four songs on offer were sung in slo-motion.

Sounded good nonetheless.

Box leaves at 8:00am tomorrow. I will be at work by then, so I wont get to see him off, but I will see him in a month or so for the wedding.

Talked to Lisa tonight (she's in Melbourne with her family) and she's getting excited about the wedding (seven weeks & 5 days apparently) not that you can tell. I can't wait to have her back here where I can give her a big hug and a kiss. Hmmmmm. I think, on that note, that I will call it a night.

A Night.

Bye!

Thursday, July 14, 2005

the end of filming

finally! the filming of Thrash Bus II has been completed. The cast and crew went to the farm last weekend and managed to squeeze in some superduper last minute filming. we got some good footage, and i am looking forward to editing is down to a manageable size and hopefully making Thrash Bus II more exciting than it already is. Should be good i reckon.

its also come to my attention that there are now less than nine weeks before i tie the knot with my gorgeous sexy fiancee Lisa. Yummy. I am looking forward to it, although she's getting pretty stressed. I dont know why women get so stressed about such a ginormously important day. oh, wait. now i do.

anyway, its back to the computer for me as I struggle to edit both Mr Boons wedding video and my Thrash Bus movie in time for everybody to be happy.

Stay strange, be different, make a difference.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Panic Sets In

Yo!
I was busily going about my day yesterday when i suddenly realised how much preparation was required to finish Thrash Bus II filming. I had heaps of storyboarding to do with the current script that i had worked on months ago, plus organising thinsg such as who was riding with whom, etc etc. I needed to really plan out the entire film that was sitting in my head. Major cast issues (such as being able to film something that, frankly, scared the living daylights out of me) and weather implications have forced me to cancel the movie night for tonight. I didnt want to do it. But i figured that i needed to focus my attention on the finale of the film, to try and make it as well as possible, and to get my vision across to the cast members.

Imagine an artist with no credible talent trying to draw storyboards for an action sequence. I just cannot do anything other than stick figures. Oh well, back to the drawing board.....

errrrgh, what a lame joke.

signing off now........

rondey

The Day I Went Thrashing

Hi all, and welcome to my new Blog. If you are reading this, it means I have finally gotten around to doing something even more unconstructive than just watching movies. Ha! Writing about them. Movies are interesting, provocative and stimulating. You might not always like them, but they are an interesting way of trying new ideas, entertainment, and escapism.
Angela has convinced me of the way of the blog, just to ramble about stuff that interests me. Well, thats movies folks. lots and lots of movies.
One movie I want to talk about is War Of the Worlds. Apparently it's pretty good. And another thing, its got the Cruiser in it. And I want to go see it, but right now i do not have the time. Filming is about to commence on the finale of a project thats been years in the making. Thrash Bus II is coming to a close, but for those with little interest in this project, move right along.
Anyway, I am going to post this post now, so that I can see It actually works. Of course, if it doesnt, then neither you nor I will see it.
..........
Well, time to go.

See you next time.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

How to Get Married

Normally, you'd find a girl (or let one find you) and ask her a question along the lines of "so, how'd ya like to get married?" After being slapped about a bit for not asking in the right way, you'd then get down on one knee (make sure somewhere comfy, like grass or sand, that way if she remains undecided for a while you've got somewhere soft to be) and ask her properly, like this:

"Dear [insert name here], I love you with all my heart. I find you both pleasing to the eye, ear and mind. I find you to be the one with whom I envisage pushing out my screaming, grizzly children, and putting up with it. I imagine you think you can change me, but know this: I remain resolutely male, and my manliness shall not come between you and I and my friends. By asking you to marry me, I do not mean that forevermore I shall be in your thrall, but will eventually find solace from your carping on about the unmown lawn in football, rugby, soccer or whatever form of sport irritates you the most. As long as it is televised, that is. God forbid you find Snooker irritating, because there's no damn way I want to be stuck watching that crap. I also acknowledge that eventually, you will begin to fall apart and start to look somewhat less like the person I married and more like a contemporary abstract clay sculpture. This I accept, but do not, by default, have to enjoy. To be honest, I know its really just a way of getting sex, isn't it, this marriage stuff. But lets face it, after about three months of sleeping with me and my hairy back, I stand more chance of discovering a hidden cache of WMD's in Iraq than getting regular sex. So, with all this in mind, and my knee getting sore, will you just say yes and get it over with?"

Or, you could take the more tactful approach and say simply:

"Honey, I love you and want to be with you for the rest of your life. No matter how much you nag and piss me off.."

sorry, still on the other topic.....

"Honey, will you marry me?"

One small tip, amongst all the others, that's vitally important: If you are given the opportunity by your potential woman to present her with flowers or chocolate or something, for crying out loud: GIVE HER THE DAMN FLOWERS. Do not give her the chocolate. Trust me on this. If you do, the conversation goes like this:

"Do you think I'm fat?" (for which there is no actual answer)
"I think you look great dear..." (well done, points for elusiveness)
"So you think I'm too thin then...?"
"No."
"So you do think I'm fat!"
"No I don't. I think you look great dear."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"Is it working?"
"No. I know you think I am fat."
"Will I win this argument?"
"What argument? You just said I looked fat."
"Want some more chocolate dear?"
"Yes please."

And thats that. If anyone tries to tell me that conversations like this don't happen, then your either a) Gay, or b) dead.

I am signing off now. All the best.