One Down...

Well hello. Haven't seen you around here. You new?

Of course not... or if you are actually someone that I've never met and it's your first time to glance at my musings... then hello there. But, since it's a Sunday, no chance of that happening.

And for most of that intro, I've had David Mitchell's voice saying it. Damn, I've wathced too many Peep Show's in a matter of days...

Thank fuck for Channel 4 On Demand...

Anyways, enough of the three full stops in a row.

For (not) the first time ever, Movie Maker is being an arse to me. The new one (Windows Live Movie Maker) not only doesn't work, but made my screen turn blue - which nicely told me, in a roundabout way, that the computer's fucked - and then decided to restart. Bloody hell. But lo and behold, I've still got the normal Movie Maker.

But, not only that, for some bizzare reason, you cannot use MP4 files in it. It's like an industry standard, I thaught. I know that MPEG's are native(ish) to Windows, while AVI's and the like are native to the Mac. Ah well, I've got to wait a bit to do Burt's video of the Physics lesson of the dancing flames (link there for people who didn't know Burt had a blog). Actually, I do have a MPEG file of it, but with no audio. Movie Maker's fucking with me, and by the looks of things, I'm the one that's bent over and tied to a lamppost dressed like someone from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Happy days.

Elsewhere, and is linked to the last section, I tried to download a demo of Adobe Premiere Elements 8. That also placed a horrible feeling of shame and misfortune in both my heart and my laptop's hard drive. Man, if only I had After Effects working... or at all.

But, word to the wise, if you need a good video editing software, don't get Premiere Elements, get After Effects or Premiere Pro. Anyways.

A sense of achievement, disbelieve and bone-shattering patheticness has also been presented to me. All three, opened by the drumkit from Guitar Hero World Tour. Yesterday, whilst playing on the newest one (Guitar Hero 5, to you and me... and your teddy bear... don't deny it, I know you have one), I decided to go on Expert, to play some of the less-hard Expert songs (y'know, the ones that are slightly harder than the hardest songs on Hard, which I cannot do most of them). So what was the song?

I chose Muse's Plug In Baby.

And, for the first time... I've FC'd it. I've fully completed (meaning hit all the notes without overhitting or losing the combo) an expert song on drums. Now that deserves three rounds of two hips and a horrey soon after, don't you think? So yeah, achievement because I've finally cracked an FC on drums on Expert. Disbelieve because I (still) cannot believe I've done it. And the patheticness is that it's only a stupid computer game. It's nothing to brag about, right? I'm just basically saying that I can keep in time with some notes that are scrolling down towards me. Nothing special.

And that, is kinda how I think about real drums. I mean, like I've started actually playing the real drums a couple o' months back. But I kinda feel that some people (maybe all) see me on the drums and think "look at him, just because he can do some songs on the drums on Guitar Hero, doesn't mean he can play real drums" or something along those lines. Ah well, as long as they don't think that the only reason I started cricket was because I played on Brian Lara Cricket for three hours a day. Because that would be wrong. It was because I was interested in how Shane Warne and Ashley Giles spun the ball so goodly.

Ah well, if in doubt, have it off with a kestril.

Half term's coming. The first holiday that will hopefully be less shaite than any other. This time, I might actually do something. Some of the boys might do a snooker tournament, and I'll end up probably losing all the matches. Man, I suck at that game. Maybe it's because I feel awkward staring at balls on the table. Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner. Such is life.

So the moral of this post... never play with strangers.

If you can see where this message is in this post... then you're reading a different post.

- Fin. And Then Some.

This Could Be The Start Of Something Beautiful Baby...

Ha. Fat chance.

And yes, technically, this'll be my second post of the day (as of when I've started writing this post), but since I actually wrote the last post late last night (like, twenty four hours ago?...), I'm free to blog once more due to the fact that I've got nothing really to do apart from waste my time, as always, on this bitch of a blog.

Oh, I guessed kind of right, thirty plus posts before September. Actually clocked in at thirty-four before Autumn entered into the hearts of us all. Since there's probably going to be less posts now that I'll be in school now, I'd guess no less than twenty more posts before Christmas. Lets hope, for your sake, it's less than that...

So... what up, dog?...

Oh, if you've been devoured into this thing called Twitter, then I'd like to hear your views on my new background for it. It's not spectacular. Nor is it not shite. But it actually looks much better on Safari than it does on FireFox. It even looks better in Opera. Shock horror. Ah well, it's only a design, right?

I have, just to let you into my sleeping habits, managed to sleep rather good these past few days. If good means that you stay up 'til two playing Solitair on your iPod, then waking up at ten to play on Rock Band...

Oh! Sacrilege!

That game that shall not be named..... HAS BEEN NAMED!!!

Sorry. Felt like adding some drama into this drivel I call a blog.

Anyways, if you have me as a contact on MSN, or as a friend on XBox Live (guess my GamerTag... I dare you...). But alas, I have managed to find peace, where I can live free, love free, and play both Guitar Hero and Rock Band and not be bias towards one or the other. Such harmony, I have found in my life... Well, not yet anyways.

Talk like Yoda, I might start to do. But what would 'laugh out loud' be in text speak...

OLIL?.... Er, that should've been out loud, I laugh...

And as I watch virtual tumbleweed drifting past my address bar, I shall continue...

But seriously, I'd love if people would do text speak, yoda style...

Back to the blog in hand... or computer monitor, for you... y'know.... grrrrr.

Yeah, I've only got Rock Band 2, and the free downloaded songs available. That game holds my, let's just say... guilty pleasures... C'mon, everyone has some. Though I believe it's more "I like Slayer, though I endulge in a bit of BoyZone now and again". And no, that's not me. Capiche?

How do you spell that word?...

Anycarrot, I've kind of lost interest in finishing this blog, because I know if I stay on my laptop late at night that I cannot sleep until it's time for me to wake up the next day. Ah well.

And on the final note... B flat...

- Fin, or should I say, phin...

Oh... Em... Gee....

Yes, it's that time again where I destroy a week with no posts (well, I think it was a week...) to destroy your digital peace. Have fun.

First 'oh em gee' moment. England just managed 102 runs ALL OUT in their first innings of the fourth Ashes test against the Aussies. Jesus. That's worse than... I don't know what's worse, frankly. Er, maybe if it was Kenya or Scotland bowling the English batsmen all out for half a century would be worse... but come on. That's humiliating. Aussies well won that match. England sorely missed Flintoff (which I wish they didn't... can't stand it when teams depends on one or two players...).

But now, it's level pegging (I think?) going into the final match. England definately need Flintoff on the field. And on form. The Aussies just need another draw to take the Ashes back (which, isn't it the ashes of the bails from the first match between England and Australia ever, or just of the Ashes?). My money's on Flintoff out for good now, though England might show more resiliance and not losing by a whole innings... I mean.... the shame of it... But then again, I think it was Anderson (he's a bowler, m'thinks) hasn't been out for a duck (aka no runs scored) in 54 (or so) innings on the trot. Now, considering Harmison (I think it's him) hardly scores any runs, that's very good, ya?

Second 'oh em gee' moment. It just happened. I've got my food. Yeah, I'm eating. It's chicken nuggets... beans... on toast. Yeah, I'm that cool. =). And at the same time, I watched Outnumbered. Ah, how I do find a conversation between father and daughter about why not to shout Muslim at a muslim in an airport is rather funny. Ah, nice.

Third 'oh em gee'. More like 'oh em fuckedy gee'. It's Bebo. It's rather annoying now. I only go on it to bloody decline group invites. I mean, after the seventeenth time I declined the invite to be added to 'Bebos Hottest Userzz 2k9', you'd believe they'd get the bloody point. But oh no. Grrrrrrrrrr. I DAMN INVITES TO HELL. =). Oh, is it just me, or on FaceBook there's always adverts on the side saying 'need a girlfriend?' and all that? Or if you're a lady-girl, does it say 'need a new boyfriend?' or something. It's pissing annoying. Grr.

Fourth 'oh em gee' of recent days. Watching the Foo Fighters on YouTube (because I R Kool, bitch), playing their songs acousticly. Bloody hell. Why can't I write shit like that? C'mon. Take this video...



Yeah, I'm a sad child. But then again, this song's amazing in acoustic form... though with a random scream in the middle. Everlong's also brilliant in acoustic. Why is most rock songs bloody good when you strip the amps, effects, drums, any digital EQ and just have one man and an acoustic guitar (admitidly, there's need of electric amplification, I mean, that place is huge...). It does help that the performer (in this case, Dave Grohl) is putting shitloads of emotion into the song. Man... If only I had half the talent Grohl's got...

Fifth and final 'oh em gee'... I can nearly do the intro to Hysteria by Muse on bass. Not only that, I can do it fingerpicking. FUCK YES. That is an accomplishment, taking into consideration that I could only just do 'The Joker' (the Steve Miller Band) adequetly fingerpicked a couple o' weeks ago. It's fair to say that I'm getting better.... but only just. I've got a whole lot to go if I want to learn YYZ (it's by Rush, fucking awesome bass solos in there). Ah...

Well, that's done for another post.

See you laters, dudes and dudettes... =).

-Fin.