Yesterday evening I was working away happily when bang, something hit me. Having given chase to the person throwing the something (OK THIS DIDN’T REALLY HAPPEN HONEST) I realised I’d got a message from someone called Jon on MSN. Seems I spoke too soon. He was apologetic for having not been in touch but had had some bad news. I gave him a virtual hug and chatted some, which was nice. Decided against doing a scene a day of my script in my blog as it might prejudice further use of it. I firstly need to write it and then secondly need to give it to someone critical (and I know just the person...but he doesn’t know it yet muahaha) and see if it’s any good. Because I may be biased...and so may my friends. But having read a fair few scripts in my time, some having been made and some not, and cringing at over half of them I suspect I might be capable of a fairly decent job. I haven’t actually written anything excepting this blog in a few years, mind, but we’ll see. I have another script in my brain too, but this is less likely to get made as it’s far grander in scope and stuff like that. I’ve got a very visual eye, see, and so I can “see” it in my brain but may have difficulties putting it down into the recycled electrons that freakcity uses to power itself. I may attempt the intro in a bit, we’ll see how the build process goes... Which brings me to the build process: It’s been breaking all morning. I’ve got absolutely nothing done. Gah! I wondered for a time last night about making a video for It’s Over as an exercise in filmmaking. I’ve not done it before but I know people who have, again I have the equipment to do it and I see other people’s efforts and think I could equal them, but having never tried I don’t know if I’m deluding myself. So my intriguing Summer project will be that I think. I already have some ideas about imagery and a burning need to go and breathe sea air, which coupled with the last lines of the song would make for a powerful symbolism if I can pull it off. Problem I have is I either need sunrise on a beach near me or sunset on the West Coast, I’m not entirely sure I can manage the West Coast, but they say anything is possible. Russ at work sits with his back to us working, usually wearing headphones. So James (who I also work with) has spent the day creeping up behind him and leaving a broken fan there. He notices and puts it back on James’ desk for James to creep back and do it again. It’s rather bizarre but fascinating to watch... [c[I fiddled with bits of freakcity code to make certain]c][r[other things possible]r][j[I also failed to build the firewall. TJ was out so I considered doing it but was so horribly tired I just flopped into bed and stayed there. This had the amusing side effect of me being awake at fricken 4am, but hey... So I was at work right, having cycled there for the first time in a couple of days. Feeling vaguely crappy as the huge big black stormclouds roll overhead. I collect up my freakbag and head down to the basement. It’s already started lightly showering but in this heat and humidity it’s hard to notice. I grab my cycle and engage the lift to the ground floor, get outside and discover that I *have* got a slow puncture. Bah. My back tyre is about as squishy as mogs’ bottom as I totter away home. I can feel the bump bump of the innertube valve as I cycle down the road and so I’m wet, unable to go above 10 miles an hour and in danger of irreparably damaging my tyre and contents and I realise with horror that I’ve not brought my spare tube or pump. They’re still in my rucksack. Sometimes I’m such a fool. Cycled (very slowly) to Evans Cycles and pleaded (pled? Pled sounds more fun ) with them for a bit of a squirt from one of their high pressure devices. Thankfully it lasted me all the way home. And cycling in the rain was actually really rather nice, made me feel damp and cool and sweaty and hot all at the same time