Wel siwmae, hên frind. How's it hanging?
Well, that's the first tine in an age that I've used Welsh in a blog. Or in anything in general.
If you have not guessed by my activity on Twitter or Tumblr, I am better from chicken pox. Huzzah for recovery from ailments.
At this moment in time, I am currently writing a Dear World for Wicid which, hoping that it'll go to plan, will be published tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, I shall ask what the problem is on Tuesday as I shall be attending an accreditation workshop in Miskin run by Clic, I believe.
Anyway, it seems when I am stuck on a piece of writing (be that work for university, a blog post, an article for Wicid), I turn to YouTube in my hour of writer's block. For what? Well, to see endless videos of comedy, that's what.
How does it help? It doesn't. It hinders more than anything. It just makes me go "mehehehe, I want to watch more" and all that jazz. And then the hours sail past, it's five in the morning and I need to sleep before the sleep owls scratch my eyes to the endless slumber.
Anyway, this is just a thing for me to spur myself to write more of my Dear World. For some unknown reason, the last Dear World I wrote went up a week and a half late. They had nothing to say about it, but all I knew is that it was up when I queried it.
So yeah, that's it really. Nothing exciting happening in my life. Apart from me reliving Final Fantasy X again from the beginning. Probably the best game that I've ever played on a PS2, possibly ever.
Not only that, I'm having the temptation to play its sequel, Final Fantasy X-2. I know that the story is extremely cheesy and there's a lot of "girly"parts in it (not being sexist when saying that), but the look of the gameplay (the battles, more than anything) is beginning to interest me. Hmm. Maybe I'll just wait until FFXIII-2 comes out. That should be a laugh. and don't get me started on how epic Versus XIII looks. Thank fuck I bought a PS3. Ha.
Yeah, I'm done, ya?
- All we here is, radio FIN FIN.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 09, 2011
A Pox On You
There has been a few things going on since the last post.
For reasons only known to me, my laptop and the hideous graphics that the BBC decided to use for the T In The Park festival (seriously, if that was the best idea, you need to sack that person), I shall do it in the good ol' format - the good, the bad and the ugly.
First off, the good. It is rather a lovely good piece of news. To cut a long story short, I've passed my first year of university. Those many few already know my surprise to this knowledge. Allow me to expand.
For some reason, Glamorgan University doesn't tell you how you've done for the year, just for the assignments and the mean marks for each module. For my university (and I guess every other one, though correct me if I'm wrong), I'd need over seventy for a first, between sixty and sixty nine for a two-one, fifty and fifty nine for a two-two and then anything higher than forty for a third (the basic pass). Anything lower than forty would mean I'd failed the assignment/module.
Luckily, that was not the case. Overall in each modules, I had one third (Video Production), one two-two (Radio Production), three two-ones (Media Technology For Applications 1, Internet Technologies 1 and Computer Graphics Technologies for Integration 1) and, the one that shocked me the biggest, one first (Electronics for Music and Media). As you can see, the subjects that I like the most are the ones I was best at. Well, that and the two modules where I had group assignments were my worst. Grr.
Granted, these are probably not the final grades for the year. Maybe they'd chance slightly, but probably not enough to change the grade (though some of the marks are close to the threshold). Anyway, I was intrigued to see what was the overall mark I was given for the year. So, I did what naturally came to me at first but then deteriorated as the years eroded its abilities and used my maths skills. And what was the value I got? I shall tell you, it was 59.5.
That's a two-two. I should call it a 2:2, which I shall now. But yeah, that's half a mark away from a 2:2. Get in.
I was further intrigued, and wanted more accuracy in my results. I then added up the marks from all assignments individually and divided by the amount of assignments (which, for the few of the few who are interested, is twenty). And what did I get for that? 59.55.
Ooh, only 0.45 marks away from a 2:1. Yes, a low 2:1, but one all the same.
I'm not miffed that I didn't get that fraction of a mark to get a 2:1, I'm just pleased that I've passed my first year and rather decently. Maybe if I was bossy enough and told my groups in the Production modules to wise up and finish the work, I would've had the 2:1, but you know me, I'm no good at that.
Next up, the bad. Not going to dwell on this too much, though. The people at Wicid decided to give the members of the editorial team a charter to fill out. In short, it stated that if we signed it, we'd agree to not write anything that could be considered pornographic, sexually explicit, abusive and political. Please say you looked bizarrely at this idiotic blog as you read that last sentence.
Anyway, some of us disagreed and are now trying to make a new charter that will mean that the council would not block us out all the freaking time. Oh, and to let us write about whatever we want, be that on whatever subject matter the user wants.
To finish off, the ugly. It's me. I have chicken pox. At this time, I've been plagued with it for about six days now. The first day (Saturday, I think it was) was just me being bed bound. I couldn't get up at all. For all of that day, I think I was only conscious for about eight or nine hours. Not good.
The next day was when the spots came out. The doctor told us just to take Beechams and that will be fine. That was wrong. On Wednesday morning, going on for about three I'd say, I was heading back to the hospital. I had an epic fever, though by the time I got to the hospital to see le docteur, that had gone. Throughout, he told us tales of when he had chicken pox at the grand old age of thirty one, and he knows how bad it can get in adults (me, adults... ha). For that, he instantly gave me antivirals for the virus, and some stuff for the fever. Hopefully I should get better in a week or two. Enough of that.
I'm off now. For the moment, ya?
- I pity the FIN.
For reasons only known to me, my laptop and the hideous graphics that the BBC decided to use for the T In The Park festival (seriously, if that was the best idea, you need to sack that person), I shall do it in the good ol' format - the good, the bad and the ugly.
First off, the good. It is rather a lovely good piece of news. To cut a long story short, I've passed my first year of university. Those many few already know my surprise to this knowledge. Allow me to expand.
For some reason, Glamorgan University doesn't tell you how you've done for the year, just for the assignments and the mean marks for each module. For my university (and I guess every other one, though correct me if I'm wrong), I'd need over seventy for a first, between sixty and sixty nine for a two-one, fifty and fifty nine for a two-two and then anything higher than forty for a third (the basic pass). Anything lower than forty would mean I'd failed the assignment/module.
Luckily, that was not the case. Overall in each modules, I had one third (Video Production), one two-two (Radio Production), three two-ones (Media Technology For Applications 1, Internet Technologies 1 and Computer Graphics Technologies for Integration 1) and, the one that shocked me the biggest, one first (Electronics for Music and Media). As you can see, the subjects that I like the most are the ones I was best at. Well, that and the two modules where I had group assignments were my worst. Grr.
Granted, these are probably not the final grades for the year. Maybe they'd chance slightly, but probably not enough to change the grade (though some of the marks are close to the threshold). Anyway, I was intrigued to see what was the overall mark I was given for the year. So, I did what naturally came to me at first but then deteriorated as the years eroded its abilities and used my maths skills. And what was the value I got? I shall tell you, it was 59.5.
That's a two-two. I should call it a 2:2, which I shall now. But yeah, that's half a mark away from a 2:2. Get in.
I was further intrigued, and wanted more accuracy in my results. I then added up the marks from all assignments individually and divided by the amount of assignments (which, for the few of the few who are interested, is twenty). And what did I get for that? 59.55.
Ooh, only 0.45 marks away from a 2:1. Yes, a low 2:1, but one all the same.
I'm not miffed that I didn't get that fraction of a mark to get a 2:1, I'm just pleased that I've passed my first year and rather decently. Maybe if I was bossy enough and told my groups in the Production modules to wise up and finish the work, I would've had the 2:1, but you know me, I'm no good at that.
Next up, the bad. Not going to dwell on this too much, though. The people at Wicid decided to give the members of the editorial team a charter to fill out. In short, it stated that if we signed it, we'd agree to not write anything that could be considered pornographic, sexually explicit, abusive and political. Please say you looked bizarrely at this idiotic blog as you read that last sentence.
Anyway, some of us disagreed and are now trying to make a new charter that will mean that the council would not block us out all the freaking time. Oh, and to let us write about whatever we want, be that on whatever subject matter the user wants.
To finish off, the ugly. It's me. I have chicken pox. At this time, I've been plagued with it for about six days now. The first day (Saturday, I think it was) was just me being bed bound. I couldn't get up at all. For all of that day, I think I was only conscious for about eight or nine hours. Not good.
The next day was when the spots came out. The doctor told us just to take Beechams and that will be fine. That was wrong. On Wednesday morning, going on for about three I'd say, I was heading back to the hospital. I had an epic fever, though by the time I got to the hospital to see le docteur, that had gone. Throughout, he told us tales of when he had chicken pox at the grand old age of thirty one, and he knows how bad it can get in adults (me, adults... ha). For that, he instantly gave me antivirals for the virus, and some stuff for the fever. Hopefully I should get better in a week or two. Enough of that.
I'm off now. For the moment, ya?
- I pity the FIN.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Spend It Like The Last Day Of Spring
Oh, hello there sport.
Before I begin, may I ask a question? Do you fancy watching this video for me? Thanks.
Should really introduce it and whatnot. Ah well.
This is the second video written by Sam Patterson for The first one was scripted, but more like a monologue. This new one's more dialogue-driven and full of characters, half dead and alive alike.
Let me know what you think of all aspects of the video. T'was a bugger to edit due to my lack of ability with editing. Grr.
In related news, I need a camcorder. I've decided that I'll need one for a few things. One being for my course. this year, I'll be doing some green screening and a few more videos for projects, so I guess it'll be easier to get a decent one and use that all the time than to book one out all the time and worry about getting it back before the due times.
The second is Clic related. We used the camcorders from Promo Cymru (the guys who run Clic and theSprout), so getting my own one will make it easier in the sense that I won't need to go to to their offices to loan a camera out from them. That, and I could do some videoing for Wicid. Y'know, stuff.
Adding to that, why couldn't they just put me on a contract. Not a paid one, but one saying that I promise not to share any login details with anyone or that I wouldn't bring Wicid's reputation down. But that would be too logical for RCT, wouldn't it? Hmm.
That said, my username on the Clic network still has "Sub-Editor" in the name. Maybe they're too lazy to change that, hmm?
I should go, before I start ranting...
Though, before I go, Glastonbury's on. There's a band called Two Door Cinema Club on. I'm no judge of music, but by fuck they are crap...
Oh, and the blog title. I have no idea why I called it that. Ah well.
- FIN, FIN, FIN. Another one bites the dust.
Before I begin, may I ask a question? Do you fancy watching this video for me? Thanks.
Should really introduce it and whatnot. Ah well.
This is the second video written by Sam Patterson for The first one was scripted, but more like a monologue. This new one's more dialogue-driven and full of characters, half dead and alive alike.
Let me know what you think of all aspects of the video. T'was a bugger to edit due to my lack of ability with editing. Grr.
In related news, I need a camcorder. I've decided that I'll need one for a few things. One being for my course. this year, I'll be doing some green screening and a few more videos for projects, so I guess it'll be easier to get a decent one and use that all the time than to book one out all the time and worry about getting it back before the due times.
The second is Clic related. We used the camcorders from Promo Cymru (the guys who run Clic and theSprout), so getting my own one will make it easier in the sense that I won't need to go to to their offices to loan a camera out from them. That, and I could do some videoing for Wicid. Y'know, stuff.
Adding to that, why couldn't they just put me on a contract. Not a paid one, but one saying that I promise not to share any login details with anyone or that I wouldn't bring Wicid's reputation down. But that would be too logical for RCT, wouldn't it? Hmm.
That said, my username on the Clic network still has "Sub-Editor" in the name. Maybe they're too lazy to change that, hmm?
I should go, before I start ranting...
Though, before I go, Glastonbury's on. There's a band called Two Door Cinema Club on. I'm no judge of music, but by fuck they are crap...
Oh, and the blog title. I have no idea why I called it that. Ah well.
- FIN, FIN, FIN. Another one bites the dust.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Encore
I have a weird way of beginning blog posts.
Usually, it's me spending about half an hour thinking of an interesting title, and as you can see, I failed. Apologies.
First things first. And for the first time in a while, I'm going to talk about football. But, unlike many of my fellow penis-wielding humanoids, I am about to discuss one thing - their kits.
No, not dicks. Kits.
Whoa, that was a fail joke.
Anyway, for those who are still reading this after the word "Encore", Liverpool have released their design for their third kit. There have been a few die hard fans of Liverpool have been complaining about it.
Why?
Well, take a look...
Oh, by all that's Scouse, there's blue in the shirt.
And I shall begin my opinions on the kit after I have quoted one man, who has been a rock to those who has seen him...
Oh nooooooo.
And yes, that is supposed to be a Family Guy quote. How modern of me
What is the reasonings behind the Reds defiance of the new kit? It has blue on it, and blue is the colour of their rivals, Everton.
Can I just start off by saying, you don't have to be a genius to see that this is cyan, and Everton is mainly a darkish blue colour. If anything, this looks more like a Manchester City kit than something that looks Everton-like. What fools.
Also, I read a comment where someone said "bin the shirt and the designer". My instant thought was, why?. Personally, I think that the shirt is rather nice design wise. Compared to other third kits, it trumps the Chelsea third kit, with its green-with-a-blue-stripe combo. Talk about feeling sick in your mouth...
Anyway, I needed to vent that out. I find it idiotic of people complaining of colours of their choice of football teams their support. Does it really matter in the end? Granted, I'd find it odd if Chelsea began to wear red as their away kit, but it would be so much better than the travesty of a design they have for the upcoming season.
Look at me, pretending that I know about design. And football. Oh, how I have many faces in this world.
In other news, I've began playing Final Fantasy XIII again. It's one of the only games I've played where I've liked it more the more I play it. The others were Final Fantasy X, Devil May Cry 3 and the third Ratchet and Clank game. They are epic games, to be fair.
And that, my possible yet improbable reader, is the end for this post. For the moment, boyo.
- I'm nobody's FIN.
Usually, it's me spending about half an hour thinking of an interesting title, and as you can see, I failed. Apologies.
First things first. And for the first time in a while, I'm going to talk about football. But, unlike many of my fellow penis-wielding humanoids, I am about to discuss one thing - their kits.
No, not dicks. Kits.
Whoa, that was a fail joke.
Anyway, for those who are still reading this after the word "Encore", Liverpool have released their design for their third kit. There have been a few die hard fans of Liverpool have been complaining about it.
Why?
Well, take a look...
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| Liverpool's third kit for the 11/12 season. |
And I shall begin my opinions on the kit after I have quoted one man, who has been a rock to those who has seen him...
Oh nooooooo.
And yes, that is supposed to be a Family Guy quote. How modern of me
What is the reasonings behind the Reds defiance of the new kit? It has blue on it, and blue is the colour of their rivals, Everton.
Can I just start off by saying, you don't have to be a genius to see that this is cyan, and Everton is mainly a darkish blue colour. If anything, this looks more like a Manchester City kit than something that looks Everton-like. What fools.
Also, I read a comment where someone said "bin the shirt and the designer". My instant thought was, why?. Personally, I think that the shirt is rather nice design wise. Compared to other third kits, it trumps the Chelsea third kit, with its green-with-a-blue-stripe combo. Talk about feeling sick in your mouth...
Anyway, I needed to vent that out. I find it idiotic of people complaining of colours of their choice of football teams their support. Does it really matter in the end? Granted, I'd find it odd if Chelsea began to wear red as their away kit, but it would be so much better than the travesty of a design they have for the upcoming season.
Look at me, pretending that I know about design. And football. Oh, how I have many faces in this world.
In other news, I've began playing Final Fantasy XIII again. It's one of the only games I've played where I've liked it more the more I play it. The others were Final Fantasy X, Devil May Cry 3 and the third Ratchet and Clank game. They are epic games, to be fair.
And that, my possible yet improbable reader, is the end for this post. For the moment, boyo.
- I'm nobody's FIN.
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