Friday, September 24, 2010

We Should Never Be Afraid To Die

I know.

I know.

I know you want me. You know I want you... And all that with that song.

Anyways, I know what you may be thinking, why have you got a post title like that when you've mentioned in your past posts that you don't want to die? Well, the simple answer is that it is connected to something in some way. Maybe something to do with gherkins, maybe not. But if you are sitting comfortably, then I shall begin.

The first thing is that, well, I'm officially a university student. Yeah, that's mad, man. I am now (well, next week, but keep up) studying BSc Creative Technologies at the University of Glamorgan.

Obviously, this past week was actually Fresher's week (why do they call it freshers? We've been alive for about eighteen years, don't you think we're past our sell-by date?). Monday was the enrolment to the Atrium, and the day I met my fellow course buddies, if I may be cringe-worthily horrid in the use of my words for this sentence.

There were a few things that made me think that the first day in university would be a bad day. The first one was, the night before, my mother put the clothes I was to wear on the first day on the line to dry. But, it rained (cue endless oh no!!'s said in the voice of that Family Guy person), and me clothes were all wet and full of water. Oh darn it. But then again, my mother managed to dispatch of this troublesome molecules of liquid.

The next sign showed it's weary head as I arrived at Pontypridd train station, I had my rail-card (which makes me look like a drug dealer), but for some bizarre reason, they didn't accept it. Argh. The reason? I couldn't use it before 10pm, unless the ticket cost over £12. Admittedly, it was an extra £1.80 to my train ticket, but since I was not warned of this time limit thing, I was rather startled.

I arrived at the Atrium, not sure what I was doing. And after a bit of waiting around, I met my course leader. One of the first things he said was that he has been told that he looks like Peter Griffin from Family Guy. Lovely. Other than that, nothing else really happened. Well, I lent someone a pen but that's it.

The Atrium was closed on Wednesday, since some electrical problem happened. Oh, and on Tuesday (why did I swap them around? No idea, sorry) all I did was to hear about the Welsh Opportunities speech and then went up to Burt's room for a bit. Not a bad room he has there.

Yesterday was an actual day of meeting everybody (except for a few) in the course. They are all a good bunch of people, to be fair, thought no Facebook friends as of yet. Ah well. But, for some reason, there are only three people doing the Multimedia strand of the course (which only comes to life next year). Me and two others. Lovely.

Also yesterday, I had my timetable. I have Wednesday's off, with the possibility of having Friday's off too. Ah, a three day week, what a lovely thought. Add to that the fact that the earliest I have to be in uni is 1pm, that's a winning formulae, I think. =].

In other news, there is no other news. I am still looking to make a band, but then again I'll have to see for myself if anyone's interested in joining me on the roud to music.

Also, I am really sorry for the many posts recently about university. I honestly have nothing interesting to talk about, but if I do, I will let you know.

Oh, and if you really must know why this post is named what it is? Well, it's from the song Uprising from Muse, and here's a video of them performing this song on Later with Jools Holland...



And, you might have noticed in that song, the lyric 'We Should Never Be Afraid To Die' is there, so yeah, that's it. Well, that and the fact that this song is on the new Guitar Hero and I would like to get that game. =].

- The answer, my friend, is FIN.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Can Anybody Tell Me What To Do?

Today is Friday. Well, for me it is anyway. Maybe in some area in the world it still may be Thursday, or even levelled up to Saturday. But for me, it is a Friday.

So, what is so significant about this Friday?

Nothing really.

Well, not for me.

For others, for example a handful of my friends, it's their last chance for them to prepare themselves on their journey to their university. But then again, some may have already gone to their educational destination, while others have to wait longer until they can move in to their accommodation.

Nevertheless, its the last days of preparation until the day that university starts. And I'm nearly ready. I have my student railcard (that doubles up as a discount card) thanks to NatWest. According to Student Finance, my course is ready to be paid for. And luckily for me, that is nearly it. Have to get some things, yeah. But then again, compared to what other people need to get, I'm sorted, thanks to the fact that I'm living at home. And that'll save me money in the long run. Even if I travel on the train everyday, I'd still be spending roughly half as much as someone who'll be paying for accommodation and food. That's the advantages of living at home. =].

In other news now, and I have decided that I would like to be in three different bands.

Why three? Well, to cut a long story short, I can 'play' three instruments. The bass guitar, the guitar and the drums. Okay, most guitarists can move to the bass guitar with relative ease, but the bass was my first instrument I learned (if you ignore the fact that I learned bass songs on my sister's acoustic guitar as I waited for Christmas for a bass).

But, for some reason, the first instrument I played on in front of a crowd (ie, more than twenty people) was the drums during the school Eisteddfod (yeah, the one where I lost a drumstick halfway through the song). I have no idea how or why that was the case. Well, that was a bit of a lie, I know why it was the case, since the drummer who was supposed to play couldn't do it for some reason (I forgotten the reason), and they asked me to go from playing the bass to playing the drums for the song, and they got a new 'bassist' instead.

It has only been recently that I've played bass in front of people, during Jam Night up in the Bush Inn somewhere in Church Village or wherever it is (someone correct me on this. =]). The most recent one was last night, when we played a five-song set. Certainly that was the longest I've played, even though it was a mere half an hour (roughly). But I made so many howlers during that setlist (I feel odd calling it a setlist for some reason...) compared to the two times I played drums in front of people. But I guess the numerous cock-ups will lessen as I improve my playing. And I'm guessing that'll take a long time.

To be fair, I know my guitar playing is well below par. I mean, it has only been recently that I could manage to play the C major chord. I thought it was supposed to be one of the easiest chords to play, and I found it hard. I still do. And don't get me started on barre chords. I am shite at them tenfold. So why do I want to be in a band as a guitarist? Well, I'm not sure to be honest with you, maybe as a rhythm guitarist?...

But yeah, I'd like to start (or be involved with) three bands with three different instruments, but in different genres too. Not sure what genre to what instrument though. I'll have to work on that.

But alas. I shall release your eyes from the hypnosis, known to many as my blog, and allow you to carry on with your day. I will keep you up to date once I begin university.

=].

- FIN the motherFINer, FIN the motherFINer, FIN the motherFINer, he's a FINing motherFINer. (No idea what I'm on about? Clicky clicky here). =].

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Into The Abyss I Will Run

I would like to begin by saying that this is my ninety-first blog post. Ninety-one posts in just over two years. That is rather mad. I may not post as often when I begin the road to science bachelorism, but then again, its me. There's a big possibility that I will.

Right, so what is this abyss? Well, its obvious, isn't it? Yes, I'm going to have intercourse with my long-term girlfriend tomorrow for the first time, and she has warned me that she has been compared to a wizard's sleeve. Ha, I fool you. I have no girlfriend, and I'll never have intercourse. Oh, what a web of laughter I have threaded in front of your very eyes indeed.

No, the abyss I am talking about is university. Okay, it is not an abyss, it's not an infinite amount of time, nor is it that I am going to be stuck in the atrium of education for a lifetime and a third (see what I did there? Brilliant...). But since I had a Disturbed song in my head, it kind of linked...

I just remembered (well, not just remembered, but go along with me) that I don't need much in the subject of stationary for my course. While some need endless books, countless pencils and the odd thing and that. But with me, from what I remember from the interview for my course, all I'd need is an external hard drive. That's it. A block of portable memory. Hey, I could probably get away with having about ten percent of the hard drive for my other stuff (ie, music, my songs I've done, ect) and the rest for university. Bonza, I'm a-ready. =].

Okay, it's obvious that I'd need more than a hard drive for my studies. I would need things for writing notes and that. Maybe I'm supposed to draw designs for stuff before I actually computerize them. Who knows. But there's something that has made me question my choice of course...

For this question, I shall take three specimen (well, they are friends, but carry on).

- Specimen one is studying French.
- Specimen two is studying History.
- Specimen three is studying Chemistry.
- And then I am studying Creative Technologies.

Okay, looking at those four courses, my course does sound, and I quote from a friend here, rather epic. But there is one thing that might separate my course from the other courses.

Take the first specimen. French. In three years, whatever they are studying will still be relevant in ten years. Bonjour will always mean good day, and bonbon will always be a goodgood name for a biscuit. In History, you can't change the past. Whatever happened centuries ago will always be that. In chemistry, a chemical reaction between sodium chloride and magnesium oxide will be the same in ten years as it will be in ten days...

But, what about the web? What about graphics?

During my interview day, the course leader stated that I (and the other students in the course) will learn how to code websites in the first month of studying there. But what are the chances of another coding technique that will make CSS, HTML and other types obsolete? Compared to the other courses that I listed above, I am studying a relatively young course, so it is susceptible to change. I mean, look how the look of websites have changed over the past ten years.

But, it kind of makes me happier that I've decided to study a young course. Why? Well, the tutors of the courses named might be somewhat set in their ways. Everything is set for them, and all they need to do is rewash their material for the next year and the next set of students. When, for my course, everything could change in a matter of months. I mean, look at how smartphones have landed onto the scene. Okay, there are some things that I could well study (such as basic radio and video) will more or less stay like that for a good few years, but there will be vast changes in this digital world. And I'm going to study it. Get in.

Oh, and before I carry on, I was not trying to belittle, or to make fun of those specimen who are studying Chemistry, French or History. I only used them as examples.

In other news, MKII is on her way to her baptism, and she said she's fine with me not going. I just hope MkII doesn't get the hump now.

Oh, I also have a new song up on my SoundCloud. =]. Its called Black Box, and it is the first one in a while where I have written the solo to. If you fancy it, could you listen and let me know what you think of this song? Especially the solo. =].

Song Six - Black Box. by CrazyDistortion

Well, that's it really.

- Run away, run away. Out of FIN.

Saturday, September 04, 2010