...which is starting to show its age.
It’s great that everything works with this format though, cause I have a mate with a new Sony video camera, which uses a format so new, that he has to wait six months before Sony software like Vagus will cut it up.
I keep thinking that I should get hold of a new camera, but then if you look at the quality of the feeds from YouTube and others. Why bother!
...from festivals and protest walks.
It’s interesting finding the limits of the W10.
It’s great cause I can carry it around in my pocket, and I can whip it out quickly.
Laying down titles and credits.
I’m starting to view these as ad breaks :-)
We had the work Christmas party on Friday.
Some genius decided that it would be a good idea to have people stand in a field next to a theme park (packed with children on holidays) for three hours, with the only cover being a tree up one end of the paddock.
A large group of us clustered around in the meagre shade, and we were accurately compared to a herd of cows looking for shelter.
Its winter everywhere else it would seem, so I need to set the scene.
Imagine somewhere really hot (Americans can think of Death Valley, Brits will remember Spain in the summer, and Eastern Europeans can use Chernobyl as a benchmark)
Now set a couple of tables out, and across the glaring white tablecloth, marshal regiments made up of bottles of beer, and plastic cups of cheap white wine.
Next door, line up a crew of minimum wage unfortunates (this is minimum wage in Oz so it’s not quite as bad as minimum wage in the U.S.) to stand in the sun dressed up like penguins, to man the row of bain-maries filled with sausages, and sweaty chicken drumsticks.
The whole affair was pretty badly organised. It took me more then two hours to discover that there were bottles of champagne and red wine available behind the bar (at least red wine is tolerable when it is lukewarm.)
After three hours roasting in the sun (I have a touch of red today,) a group of us jumped on a water taxi and headed across the harbour to a boutique brewer over in the city centre.
Over the six hours, others appeared (word of mouth is an amazing thing) and hidden away in the bowls of a harbour side pub, we all allowed the alcohol and the dark closeness to take us under.
I didn’t score a snog but there were lots of emotional people sobbing into drinks, and hugs.
There were bosses declaring that they weren’t bad people. I told the six foot plus-square jawed-Italian-sky diver, that emotionally he was a five year old, and that he had never suffered (it turned out to be a good call.)
And there was one girl, who was surround by a group of guys, soulfully consoling her about her break up with a boy in the office, who was now dating the blond that had snogged half the guys at last years Christmas party (a group of guys consoling a drunk girl is code for ‘a group of guys jostling to be the one that takes her home.’)
There is something about a work Christmas party, and a release of pressure.
Woke up Saturday morning to find a trail of clothes across the flat leading to the shower.
It was a perfect morning lucky. It’s been really hot the last couple of days, but the sea breeze blew through the flat, cooling my forehead.
Drank lots of water, napped a bit (once on the floor,) wondered down to the rock pools to molest the crabs for a bit.
What comedian makes you pee your pants laughing?
Submitted by pookieb.
Well, there is one that has been cracking me up for the last couple of years. But this isn't the space for that.
I'm a big fan of Bill Hicks. Like Jeff Buckley and Kurt Cobain, he died before he had a chance to grow old and disappoint.
A few entries back, I posted some pictures of a protest walk I attended on Globle Warming...
This is a montage video of the event.
What's your dream career?
Submitted by Something.
I’ve had a couple of dream careers in my life.
Once I got to where I was going, I realised it was the trip
that was stimulating.
My current journey will end when I’m forty five and I have a
video production house.
:-)
...against government inaction on ‘global warming.’
A lot of people drifted off and I reckon they were less into the ‘entertainment’ and more up for ‘sending a message to our fearless leader.’
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The weather has started to warm up enough for people to think about beaches and BBQ and snogging under a tree in the park. But it’s spoiled by the arrival of thousands of flies. Suddenly they’re everywhere! 
The Italian guy at work has the outline of his sun glasses burned into the skin of his face (he fell asleep on Bondi beach.)
People start walking down the shady side of the street.
I get home after work and the sun is still in the sky.
Air conditioning advertisements move to high rotation.
The weather outlook for the next couple of days is HEAT WAVE. Surf life saving organisations expect the beaches to be ‘standing room only’ and issue a warning for People to swim between the flags. Large chunks of bushland are forecast to be charcoal by Monday.
Public holiday today, which I didn’t realise until late last night. 
Lucky for me cause I thought I was going to be at work today, and my grip on reality is still a bit tentative from the flight.
Managed to stay awake all yesterday (in an attempt to force sleep patterns back into local time,) apart from falling asleep on the toilet for ten minutes.
Funny you should mention Indian food, adrii.
Our big night out in London was a bus trip to Brick lane, from Camden markets (which get more commercial and less interesting each time I visit,) then drinks in back street bar.
The most memorable thing about dinner was that it was quite expensive.
If you’ve never been to Brick lane, it is best described, as being memorable for the shear density of Indian restaurants in one spot.
Have a good weekend everyone
She wears a suit to work, and the trend these days is for pants to hang from the hips.
The hazard in this is that when she sits down, a decent wedge of cleavage is exposed.
One time she was at a corporate lunch and she nabbed a colleague, who was leaning back in his chair, and targeting her gap with peanuts.
She got home that night and found that he had been a lot more successful then she had realised, when she pulled off her slacks and a shower of nuts bounced across the floor.
Sometimes I catch a bus to work. The bus stop is on a road, outside a hospital, on a hill. 
I was standing at the stop, waiting, looking at things, checking messages on the phone, and looking at other things, when I heard a car blasting away with its horn.
I looked to see what was causing this driver so much grief, that he had to communicate his feelings with a prolonged horn serenade.
Someone was stuck in the middle of the lane. It was a guy in a stalled electric wheelchair.
I stood there stunned for a sec. I couldn't believe that this driver was happy to sit in their car and vent, whilst someone in a wheelchair wiggled around, flicked a finger at the car, and desperately tried to coax movement out of his chair!
I jogged across and pushed the guy up to his destination. The hospital entrance!
When I told people this story to people at work, someone remarked that ‘if one is going to the hospital the next day, one might make sure ones chair is fully charged.’
While I agree with the sentiment, I reckon a little slack could have been cut.The guy was in a wheelchair for Pete's sake!