After a lot of changes, comes Yet Another Post.
New computer, new system, new webserver to blog from.
New friends, old friends renewed, a new view of an old friend.
I'm spouting drivel that only makes sense to me again. I wonder why I tend
to do that? I suppose it's part of my attitude to weblogging. It's like a letter
to myself, that others can read. Sorry, I'll do my best to make this a letter
to people who are interested in me.
I ended up taking my two free martial
arts lessons, one in tae kwon do
and one in hapkido. I enjoyed them both, a
great bit of activity, but I don't
think I can afford to do them regulary. Even with Mum subsidising the cost,
it's a fair bit for my already strained budjet.
The Coffs Harbour Buskers Festival went off well. It was a good week. There
was a lot of time to check out the acts, and socialise with them as well. Popeyed
were amazing. They take counterbalancing to a whole new level... Some people
do handstands. Some people do headstands. Popeyed do both of these... On top
of each other. Imagine someone doing a headstand, on someone's head.
The Handsome
Little Devils were great as well. Such wholesome, positive attitudes.
The next step was the Global
Party rave. I got asked a while ago to do lights for it. It's hard labour,
and it wears at your body through lack of sleep, and it's grubby and primitive.
I love it. :)
I got there after 8pm on Saturday (a week ago Saturday) night and worked
at rigging lights (read, lugging big boxes, opening said boxes, and lifting
heavy
contents into awkward positions while simultaneously trying to clamp it.)
until about 4am. Then came a fun
little monkey session clambering around
on scaffolding
running data leads and power to all of the lights we just put up.
It hits 5:30am,
and I realise that if I am to stay alert all through the next night I should
probably set up the tent. Teehee. :)
After putting the finishing touches on the setup we were ready to go. I had
a lot of programming to do on the lights, and I was unfamililar with the desk used to control them. I could give several pages of info at what I'm trying
to get at here, but I'll do my best to be concise.
Moving lights (believe it or not, there is a moving-lights.com) are able to
swivel around and direct a beam of light in a certain spot. You can then select
what
colour
the
beam
should be, if it should be flashing, what shape and spread it should be. You
may have seen them at concerts or on TV. The 'desk' is the controller used
to make them do what you want. There are a lot of different types of controllers
out there, and this was one I hadn't used before. So I had to work out how
I got the desk to make the lights do what I want. Which wasn't easy. It can
take several hours of pre-programming to design a good-looking show, and I
had to do it pretty much on the fly.
Maybe in another post I'll let you know of a loop-de-loop that one of my friendships
has managed. Well, let you know in detail. For now I'll leave you with a slightly
incongrous paragraph.
It's horrible, but I
think I am starting to get sick of 'great friends'. Hanging out with Isaac
after the rave sorta showed me that. We don't have a mystical connection...
We don't always feel 100 percent comfortable around each other... We don't
feel
we can
say
anything to each other or any of that special friend bullshit. He's my mate,
that's all there is to it. None of this chatting about the intricacies of life
and people, no profound moments of devine oneness, we just watch the Simpsons,
laugh, and if something shits us we call it fucked.
And thanks to everyone that said something about this post taking so long.
It's nice to know people read this, and are actually interested.
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