There are some issues to be ironed out, though. Such as ALL my embedded videos from Vimeo.com not showing up. I find the current white background too "Web 2.0" so I'll be changing that. And, of course, how can I live without my narcissistic updates on Plurk and Twitter?
On the same note, I've been porting over my company's website to a wordpress-based one. I know, not exactly the most professional, but it makes updating so much easier. The address is: thestuntproduction.com/news
Well that should keep me busy. On top of that, the short film I'm writing, and the whole socializing thing going on.
Once I'm done, I'll redirect this address to the new one. No need for you guys to hop between addresses.
I came across this video today recorded on a SprintCam v3 by I-Movix at an astounding rate of 1000-frames-per-second. Compare that to a normal video camera's frame rate at 25-frames-per-second!
Trust me, it looks MUCH better in HD.
Since we're on the subject of film, I'm working on a short film right now. It's another action-packed thing with the usual soldiers and boom-bam. I figured it was time to churn another one out to see where I am now, technically and creatively, after the days of masturbatory film-projects from Poly.
I'll update periodically on the progress of this project. Or maybe I should start a dedicated blog for it. Whatever la.
But I can't shake the feeling that I've been plucked by the hands of a sadist to be thrown into a boiling pool of red for a purpose I'm yet to discover.
I'm sure some of you have noticed that my Twitter roll has been pretty active these past weeks. It's so much easier than blogging.
I'm not dead yet. I'm just waiting for the right picture before I post up entries.
Then again, excuse me while I enjoy whatever I've been missing out on life. It's been too long.
If you need something to lighten up your day (and then you came here, you went to the wrong place) here's a website to keep you entertained - F*** My Life
Here's a favourite: "Today, I was sitting in class and I fell asleep during the lesson. I was wearing sweatpants and had an erection. My teacher came up to me and grabbed my penis. She thought it was my phone. FML"
I once wrote on Facebook: My life is a matter of luck and coincidences.
I have no doubt now, after the events that lead up to the climax on April Fool's, that God is real, and he is a film scriptwriter.
Which other profession reserves its sadistic views of life for the pleasure of seeing its' characters suffer?
I thought I got life all figured out. And that the many turns of events that has shaped me into who I was has plateaued. I guess not, and there seems to be more surprises up the road.
I lost a friend, only to have another come in. It'll be just a stroke of luck, if it wasn't because they bear many similarities between each other. The coincidence is frightening. Sort of god's way of saying, "Here, you can have second best!"
I'm not afraid of meeting new people. In fact, this new person is mighty fine. But I yell with frustration to the man who giggles as he plays my strings.
I took the one thing I loved and broke it to pieces. What more do you want?!
I like how everything ends so perfectly in a loop in my life.
The length of the string doesn't matter. It'll find new corners, but after a while, it'll loop on itself, passing by familiar leg chairs, dust balls and floors, ending back at where it started.