Filmy, trucky type stuff
Every few weeks or so a bunch of mobile film/TV production facilities turn up at the car-park across the road from my office. There’s a catering truck, various trailers and all sorts of other filmy, trucky type stuff – also you occasionally see a limo dropping off somebody smart looking, although I’ve never spotted anybody famous floating around.
Sometimes this lot stays there for a few days, sometimes just an afternoon. You never really see any filming going on, so I presume it’s taking place in a nearby building. It’s been going on the whole time I’ve been in my job, about 18 months, and nobody else in the office has a clue what it’s all about.
Ummm… that’s about it really. What? Screw you, this shit can’t all be gold.
XGames Asia 2015 diadakan 12-14 may 2015 di Sunway Lagoon, Kuala Lumpur. Kira-kira setengah jam perjalanan dari KLCC. Masuk ke Sunway Lagoon ini gratis tis, dengan swasana yg panas, namun sore pukul 4 sore diselingi gerimis.
Memotret benda bergeral ternyata rumit juga trutama buat pemula seperti saya yg ngga pernah makan sekolahan memotret ini.
Yet another Xtreme
Riddle me this…
A high percentage of the population routinely speeds, so the government decides that the best response to this is to increase the speed limit, because if lots of people break a law then the law is probably stupid. 32,955 people were killed in UK traffic accidents in the past decade, and 333,493 were seriously injured.
A high percentage of the population also routinely take soft drugs. The number of deaths over the same period cause by ecstasy/MDMA is 464, and cannabis is 84.*
Given that taking drugs is a considerably safer activity that using the roads, can we assume they’re going to change this law as well?
*How the fuck anybody dies from cannabis, I will never know.
I should stop watching the news
Repeal the Human Rights Act? Blinding idea, just other night I was sitting at home thinking about how I’ve got too many human rights and what I really need is for the government to take some of them away from me.
Sell off more council houses? Genius, just what the country needs, let’s get rid of the remaining handful of homes which are affordable for people who don’t work as hedge fund managers, that’s totally going to solve the housing crisis.
Let kids leave school at 14? Sure, why not create an entire generation of undereducated illiterates with zero employment prospects, how could there possibly be a downside to that?
Tax breaks for married couples? Great stuff. Why don’t we just round up all the single people and put them into prison camps while we’re at it?
The first device to be described as a “smartphone” was the R380, invented in 2000 by Ericsson. The iPhone was launched 7 years later.
The first portable MP3 player was called the Audio Highway and was released in 1996, five years before anybody had ever heard of the iPod.
The first tablet computers were conceived in the fifties, although you could argue that the idea of a tablet computer really came to prominence in 2000 when Microsoft made an effort to popularise the devices. The iPad was launched in 2010.
The first personal computer based on a graphical user interface with a mouse was released in 1973 by Xerox, ten years ahead of Apple’s Lisa (the company’s first computer to use a graphical interface).
Steve Jobs was a brilliant man who made an outstanding contribution to the technology industry and helped shape the modern world, but he did not invent any of these things.
I know planning laws exist for a good reason and everything, but I’ve got a lot of sympathy for the residents of the Dale Farm camp that Basildon council wants to tear down.
Housing in the UK is beyond fucked up. It costs a fortune to rent, never mind buy, a place to call home, and most people seem to think that perpetually rising property prices are in some way a positive thing. When any other cost of living rises, even slightly, people start grumbling about Rip-Off Britain, but when the cost of putting a roof over your family’s head starts to climb, people whoop and cheer like it’s raining money.
The only people who win are the banks. You have to borrow more to buy a home, you pay more interest, you spend more of your life working for the bank instead of yourself. More expensive property also equals higher rents – there is no cheap alternative. You get poorer, the bank gets richer. But still we think this is preferable to living in a world where decent homes are affordable.
The travellers have got the right idea if you ask me – instead of getting sucked into a lifetime of usury, they get a good deal on some land and build their own homes. But people fucking hate them for it. The prevailing attitude about this story (especially amongst the vile nimby, Daily Mail, middle England crowd) seems to be “The rest of us have to spend our lives as downtrodden wage-slaves getting arse-raped by the bank every month, so what the fuck gives those gypos the right to do as they please?”
Good luck to them for having the balls to opt out of a shitty, unfair system, I say. If it was even vaguely affordable to put a roof over your head any other way, they wouldn’t need to do it.
People say that as you get older, start a family, buy property, make more money, you tend to edge towards the right in your political attitudes. Personally, as all that stuff has happened to me, I’ve found myself leaning even further to the left. In fact, the older I get, the more respect I have for this guy:
Not only does Tony Benn rock a pipe like a total bad-ass, he also comes out with stuff like this:
“As a minister, I experienced the power of industrialists and bankers to get their way by use of the crudest form of economic pressure, even blackmail, against a Labour Government. Compared to this, the pressure brought to bear in industrial disputes is minuscule. This power was revealed even more clearly when the IMF secured cuts in our public expenditure. These lessons led me to the conclusion that the UK is only superficially governed by MPs and the voters who elect them. Parliamentary democracy is, in truth, little more than a means of securing a periodical change in the management team, which is then allowed to preside over a system that remains in essence intact.”
Pretty ballsy thing to say for a former government minister, especially since he wrote that decades before the banking crisis, austerity cuts and all the rest of it, in 1988.
Off to Madrid for the rest of the week. Two questions:
I’ll have one, maybe two evenings to myself – what’s worth seeing?
Any local speciality food/wine I should stock up on?
What’s the maximum penalty for getting caught with a pair of hookers and a few grammes of cocaine in Spain?
Just rang home to make sure everything was OK before I head out for drinks with the team tonight. Usually, when I’m away from home, I say a quick hello to the boy and apparently he stares at the phone in confusion before going back to chewing whatever toy is in favour today.
But this time he made the same excited squeal that he usually makes when I get home from work in the evening, and made a passable attempt at saying “daddy”. By some strange coincidence, at exactly the moment this happened somebody started chopping onions in the Madrid office – I couldn’t see where they were doing it but they must have been pretty close judging by how much it was making my eyes water.
Days like today make me really happy that I got pressured into becoming a parent before I was ready.
Drinking with the girls from the Madrid office, and the conversation turns to what sort of men Spanish ladies like.
“We want men to be like the hairy pig!” explains one of them. Another looks confused, some rapid-fire Spanish conversation takes place, and then she clarifies: “Wild pig! We want men who are like the wild pig.”
The mind boggles.
Anyways. The drinking carried on until 2am, which probably wasn’t my smartest move since I had to get up at 5am for my flight home, and now I have a busy day of presentations and conference calls to get through. Hope wife isn’t expecting much in the way of conversation out of me tonight.