Thirty minutes I waited for the bus to come this morning. Thirty sodding minutes. I mean, I could've watched an episode of Red Dwarf in that time. Or an episode of anything else that lasts thirty minutes for that matter. And then I had to sit facing the back of the bus. Not good.
Walking to Racodac from the bus stop, Michael M. of the RWS days drove past in his car and, seeing me, honked the horn. Not expecting the sudden break of silence, the honk made me jump - just as it always used to when he honked at me when walking to/from RWS. An unexpected greeting, but very much appreciated. And I did manage to salute him before he'd gone past and out of sight.
The Graphic Studio at Racodac was fairly empty, so I found myself a computer and logged in. Actually doing something on the computer was a little more tricky, as the machine was running like a dog. Well, like a dog with no legs. Okay, scratch that - the machine was running very slowly.
After a system restart, everything ran smoothly. Jeff was running late, so I bummed about on the Internet until he arrived some hours later.
When he arrived, he announced that there wasn't enough time to do anything, as in twenty minutes we were to see a film in the Lecture Hall. So the morning was a bit of a waste of time. True, I could've been getting on with my biographies project, but it's not due for two weeks and I can do it all (to a high standard) in under three hours. The Internet was also a far more entertaining option.
The film was Fritz Lang's M; a film noir that I didn't get to see whilst studying AS Film Studies at RWS due to the absence of a femme fatale. It was great finally getting to watch it, as I particularly enjoyed the film noir unit at RWS. But there was absolutely no need for any of the Moving Image & Graphic Designers to be there, so I could've had the day off. Considering I felt awful all day, I wish I had stayed at home.
Now at home, I'm in bed blogging this and listening to the television. It's not actually switched on; I just wanted to listen to it, as I thought turned off it would sound just like my calculator. And it does.
Walking to Racodac from the bus stop, Michael M. of the RWS days drove past in his car and, seeing me, honked the horn. Not expecting the sudden break of silence, the honk made me jump - just as it always used to when he honked at me when walking to/from RWS. An unexpected greeting, but very much appreciated. And I did manage to salute him before he'd gone past and out of sight.
The Graphic Studio at Racodac was fairly empty, so I found myself a computer and logged in. Actually doing something on the computer was a little more tricky, as the machine was running like a dog. Well, like a dog with no legs. Okay, scratch that - the machine was running very slowly.
After a system restart, everything ran smoothly. Jeff was running late, so I bummed about on the Internet until he arrived some hours later.
When he arrived, he announced that there wasn't enough time to do anything, as in twenty minutes we were to see a film in the Lecture Hall. So the morning was a bit of a waste of time. True, I could've been getting on with my biographies project, but it's not due for two weeks and I can do it all (to a high standard) in under three hours. The Internet was also a far more entertaining option.
The film was Fritz Lang's M; a film noir that I didn't get to see whilst studying AS Film Studies at RWS due to the absence of a femme fatale. It was great finally getting to watch it, as I particularly enjoyed the film noir unit at RWS. But there was absolutely no need for any of the Moving Image & Graphic Designers to be there, so I could've had the day off. Considering I felt awful all day, I wish I had stayed at home.
Now at home, I'm in bed blogging this and listening to the television. It's not actually switched on; I just wanted to listen to it, as I thought turned off it would sound just like my calculator. And it does.
Foxy stoat seeks pig.
