Thoughts for today : n. (vlûb'el) Trouble encountered when intending to make a video-blog to make up for not doing a normal blog for a few days. I did record a few things and keep having ideas of ways in which I can present it (more humorously than I currently manage via text) through some more recorded footage but due to stupid JVC not supporting a tonne of miniDV camcorders I can't connect it to either my laptop, running XP, or my tower pc, running Vista. Giraffe cannon. Not only that but coming across decent software for editing freely (monetarily speaking) is seemingly impossible. Bicycle pie. I might try putting it together today but I can't promise it will be up as I will have to use Windows Movie Maker which enjoys taking forever to render anything and chooses to show all my videos in a vertically stretched aspect ratio while cropping out the extended portions into a square frame. Arse flames. If I get something working I Promise to upload some tasty vidsand link here of whatever the hell I got up to with a camera in meshot. Not only that but I'll throw in some sketches I've wanted online for about 3 years (fucking hellmouth, is that right?). Bandage printer. - The party that never was that was
Glen Lied!...unintentionally... I got to my home in the north east to discover, via a phone conversation with Glen starting 'err where are you?', that Dionne's birthday was in fact planned for the very next Saturday. All was not lost though as they were planning to probably go to Krash(/Venue), a 'rock' club in Newcastle. I don't usually go out when there is a club about Newcastle involved due to my tendency to go all an adrenaline flutter with lovely panick attacks. Sad, you'd think, until I proved my damnable physical hypocracy (ok, not so much damnable as joyously convenient) when I got drunk enough at Dee's with James, Glen and Matthew to then decide to join everyone (us plus Lauren and Jane) on an outing to Venue(Krash)! I was in a bizarre mood I sometimes get when back in The North to see my chumlies where I'm talking absurd amounts. It's almost as if I feel like a stand-up comedian but probably sound like a person-who-does-not-shut-up. I noticed I was maybe doing it at Dionne's when James started putting his hand up to say something, as if I were a guest speaker. I'm sure I'll soon acquire evidence of it but you'll have to take my word for it now Dionne was very drunk. (I don't want to goad falsities but I'm pretty sure she was celebratory and psyched from my present, from the very interesting shop Octopus) It was a sticky spider-themed measuring tape for use when she takes up her post as Duke of CSI or whatever their king bod is titled. This is the end my internet friends, today's blog - wise, Tatty bye ! - Daniel | 
