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Thursday, November 04, 2004:
  • I arrived at Racodac at 9:30 AM.

  • Jordan A. showed me a gift that he'd been given by a fellow student: A toothbrush imported from Norway that had "Jordan" written on it.

  • Apparently, I am argumentative. I disagree :-P

  • Whilst I Google Images searched for literally hundreds of high-res piccys to match my script, colour corrected & cropped them, Elliot S. placed them into a video timeline in synchronisation with Wes R's voiceover on the computer next to mine.

  • Everyone left leaving Elliot & myself to do all the work.

  • I got an electric shock, which hurt like hell and was loud enough for Elliot to hear through his headphones. Both of us were in hysterics for about ten minutes because of this. In fact, I'm laughing thinking about it now.

  • Wes returned to see how we were doing, then went again.

  • Elliot & myself left for home at 9:32 PM, making plans to be at Racodac for 9:00 AM this morning.

  • When we went our separate ways, my parents arranged via mobile telephone technologies to pick me up in their automobile and bring me home.

  • I had spaghetti bolognese for tea. Mmmm.

  • The Bill wasn't repeated on ITV3 despite being scheduled and heavily publicised.

  • I went to bed and dreamt that incorrectly coded HTML jumped out of my monitor and hit me on the head.
Friday, November 05, 2004:
  • I got up early to get to Racodac at 9:00 AM, but the bus didn't stop. I was livid, as I ended up getting the bus that I'd normally get. I.e. Getting up early was a complete waste of time.

  • Cracked on with the project in Convergence.

  • Shouted for Simon M's attention when he came in Convergence and didn't see me. Had a bit of a chat, then carried on working.

  • Karl A. walked past Convergence a while later and somehow we noticed each other. (He nodded, I double-saluted.)

  • Wes R. sat on the broken chair next to me and fell off. I did reach out to catch him, mind. Didn't really work, but it gave everyone there a huge laugh.

  • Jordan A. dropped by and showed us the picture he'd drawn (complete with FOLDING PowerBook) of the still absent David B. to stand in for him at the final critique.

  • John L. had a three hour lunch break, so my group's final critique was later than billed.

  • John loved our work: "That is an ace piece of work. What you've done there is ace. It's nice to finish the day on the best bit of work. Nine out of ten.". So big-up Blake & Elliot S. everyone.

  • Went home.

  • Went to the firework display.

  • Just got in from the firework display.

  • Started this post.

  • Caught up with myself.

Checking my email, it seems highly unlikely that I'll receive either the Red Dwarf V DVD or the Starbug Playset tomorrow ahead of their releases on Monday. Sob. Suppose I'll have to wait like the common folk who actually leave the house to buy theirs.

On a plus note, being a member of George Lucas' Hyperspace, I've just seen the teaser trailer to Revenge of the Sith. It doesn't go wide until Monday, so at least I got something earlier than I should've done.

Anyway, as I'm sure you lot have gathered, I'm now into Star Wars in a big way. Red Dwarf still wins hands-down, naturally. But Star Wars has leapt back onto my list of important things ranking considerably highly.

So was the trailer any good? (Is Paris a type of plaster?) You bet! If you're into Star Wars, the image below sums it up nicely:


My only criticism is that Darth Vader's voice doesn't sound quite right, but that's based solely on the only bit that's heard. Maybe it's just the general anaesthetic wearing off. Whatever - great stuff indeed.



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