Summer is not nearly as good as winter. I'm constantly bangin' on about it, so I won't go into too much detail.
All the best songs are about winter, too.
This is one of those sporadic blogs where I type seemingly random lines as thoughts enter my head.
Oust! is stupid. Product of the Year my ass. "I can't stand bad odours!" Yeah, because everyone else loves them. "It's fantastic product!" That isn't even english. It sounds like something Harry would say. "Then they would be sex." God bless you, Hazzer.
Delve are freakin' sweet. You fuckers best come to Tunbridge Wells Forum on Wednesday to see our first gig. I'll be pissed if you don't, and I'll hulk out if you say you will, then don't show. No excuses.
I had a lot more to say, but I feel head-ache-y and queasy from the heat, so I'll leave it here. I just wanted to show you my new page, really.
Summer Shudder.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Robertson's Video Blog
Sunday, July 23, 2006
I've been bored... And... bored.
I've been trying to get people to help me film some stuff for a while now, but everyone is busy or can't be bothered or whatever. So I spent all day doing loads of filming, which was near-impossible on my own, but I have enough footage to make about eight videos now. I'll be releasing them over the next two weeks.
Here is the first one:
It has nothing to do with anything, but I made an animated .gif in a similar vein a year or two ago, and I thought it would make a really good video. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, it isn't perfect, but hopefully I will be one of the only people to notice it's imperfections.
The next seven videos will all be related to one another. A series, if you will. I will put the first one up when MySpace lets me make a new account. You'll see why when I up' the video.
It is far too hot for my liking.
Here is the first one:
It has nothing to do with anything, but I made an animated .gif in a similar vein a year or two ago, and I thought it would make a really good video. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, it isn't perfect, but hopefully I will be one of the only people to notice it's imperfections.
The next seven videos will all be related to one another. A series, if you will. I will put the first one up when MySpace lets me make a new account. You'll see why when I up' the video.
It is far too hot for my liking.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
You can't rely on anyone for anything, ever.
So I have needed a new mobile telephone for quite some time, and Sunday night I finally decide to order one. I figure I'll compare prices, packages, etc. between different companies, but what's this? Pretty much every website is so shit that I do not even know what to click. Orange is the one site that is easy to use, so I go with that.
I fill in my details, choose a package and a 'phone and click "order". I then get the option to choose when I want it delivered. "Wow, that's a good service!" I think. I pick the earliest date possible: Tuesday 18th July between 9am and 5.30pm. Then I am told to wait for a confirmation e-mail. One does not arrive. It is now 7.32pm, Tuesday 18th July. No 'phone. I wouldn't mind as much if I had been told it would be delivered within a couple of days, but to give me a choice and then not honour it? That's just fucking retarded! Don't offer it if you can't provide it! And it has been 48 hours now, and two working days have passed since I submitted my order, and I don't even have fucking confirmation that my order was recieved.
And being my usual self, I had got all excited about having a mobile for once, and had been really looking forward to today because of it.
Now I remember why I hate the world, because everybody sucks.
Speaking of sucking, I had a job interview for CMC Markets today (thanks to Faye's sister). I say interview, it was actually a pre-interview test. I think I did well on the IQ portion, as I was in a room filled with thirty-somethings (I was easily the youngest person there), and I was one of only a few people to actually complete the first test.
I had researched CMC Markets beforehand, to try to give myself a bit of an edge. When I got there, I was treated like a baby, as the group were given a presentation on what a "share" was. Then we were given a test asking what the current rate the FTSE100 and DOW JONES30 was at! I'm sorry, how can you talk to us like we don't know what the stock market is, then ask us complex questions on current affairs in the very same area?
You cannot rely on anyone for anything ever. I think Greg told me that. Whoever told me, it's true.
And don't even get me started on London Transport, the most ill-prepared company in the world. In winter, the tubes have to stop because of ice on the tracks, the trains are delayed due to snow and buses, well, buses always suck. In summer, it's hotter than you're legally allowed to keep the temperature of any animals in captivity! Jesus fucking Christ, I have never been so uncomfortably hot. Fortunately everything ran smoothly when it came to waiting around; as in I didn't have to do much of it. However, there were neumerous announcements of delays for other lines, so I feel I am justified in saying London Transport fucking sucks, even if I did recive an on time, albeit unbearable service.
Fucking Orange.
I fill in my details, choose a package and a 'phone and click "order". I then get the option to choose when I want it delivered. "Wow, that's a good service!" I think. I pick the earliest date possible: Tuesday 18th July between 9am and 5.30pm. Then I am told to wait for a confirmation e-mail. One does not arrive. It is now 7.32pm, Tuesday 18th July. No 'phone. I wouldn't mind as much if I had been told it would be delivered within a couple of days, but to give me a choice and then not honour it? That's just fucking retarded! Don't offer it if you can't provide it! And it has been 48 hours now, and two working days have passed since I submitted my order, and I don't even have fucking confirmation that my order was recieved.
And being my usual self, I had got all excited about having a mobile for once, and had been really looking forward to today because of it.
Now I remember why I hate the world, because everybody sucks.
Speaking of sucking, I had a job interview for CMC Markets today (thanks to Faye's sister). I say interview, it was actually a pre-interview test. I think I did well on the IQ portion, as I was in a room filled with thirty-somethings (I was easily the youngest person there), and I was one of only a few people to actually complete the first test.
I had researched CMC Markets beforehand, to try to give myself a bit of an edge. When I got there, I was treated like a baby, as the group were given a presentation on what a "share" was. Then we were given a test asking what the current rate the FTSE100 and DOW JONES30 was at! I'm sorry, how can you talk to us like we don't know what the stock market is, then ask us complex questions on current affairs in the very same area?
You cannot rely on anyone for anything ever. I think Greg told me that. Whoever told me, it's true.
And don't even get me started on London Transport, the most ill-prepared company in the world. In winter, the tubes have to stop because of ice on the tracks, the trains are delayed due to snow and buses, well, buses always suck. In summer, it's hotter than you're legally allowed to keep the temperature of any animals in captivity! Jesus fucking Christ, I have never been so uncomfortably hot. Fortunately everything ran smoothly when it came to waiting around; as in I didn't have to do much of it. However, there were neumerous announcements of delays for other lines, so I feel I am justified in saying London Transport fucking sucks, even if I did recive an on time, albeit unbearable service.
Fucking Orange.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Reflections, Among Other Things
Haven't posted any worthwhile content in a while/ever, and in my current state of sheer boredom I thought I may as well grace these pages.
In recent news, I got my myspace back, but at least this time I'm not being genuine, which I feel makes it alright. The Delve gig is also confirmed, I expect to see you all there.
Last night was crazy. I had a great time the whole night, but I shouldn't have. Matt, Jenni, Buggsy and I were getting stoned in a house we weren't even supposed to be in, and I was a very bad boyfriend. There was a terrifying point where a neighbour knocked to ask why teenagers were in a house that was supposed to be empty for two weeks. Jen had it covered, though. Rock 'n' Roll/I guess this is growing up.
I feel guilty.
Reflections: Thoughts and Feelings on Tom-Fest '06
It started well and only got better. What was originally a really good group turned into a great group (until Hauwa had to leave, when it became a really good group again). Good times were had in the form of quiz games, card games, trusty crusty and Jenni's rolling talents. The worship of false idols always brightens any evening (pun intended), and I ate shitloads (like I always do in that state). Alissa and I cooked some badass pasta (I stirred it, she did everything else - teamwork!).
The downside.
Kundai convinced me to drive to the shops at one point and Hauwa didn't try to stop me (in fact, no-one did, but Hauwah came with us), and it was the scariest drive ever. K lied to us; he did not know the way. So I hurried back to Tom's again before I killed the three of us. Kundai was in a bad mood all evening, the poor fellow. But I gave him a lift home at the end of the night, so I hope that made up for it.
It was a grand evening, and I have a free house in two (count 'em, TWO) weeks, so I'll probably pull a similar stunt. I'll probably come up with a better name than Tom-Fest, though. Like Jack-Fest.
Thanks to Tom for the gratuitous use of his house/garden/food, and thanks to everyone else for a great night.
Same time next year.
In recent news, I got my myspace back, but at least this time I'm not being genuine, which I feel makes it alright. The Delve gig is also confirmed, I expect to see you all there.
Last night was crazy. I had a great time the whole night, but I shouldn't have. Matt, Jenni, Buggsy and I were getting stoned in a house we weren't even supposed to be in, and I was a very bad boyfriend. There was a terrifying point where a neighbour knocked to ask why teenagers were in a house that was supposed to be empty for two weeks. Jen had it covered, though. Rock 'n' Roll/I guess this is growing up.
I feel guilty.
Reflections: Thoughts and Feelings on Tom-Fest '06
It started well and only got better. What was originally a really good group turned into a great group (until Hauwa had to leave, when it became a really good group again). Good times were had in the form of quiz games, card games, trusty crusty and Jenni's rolling talents. The worship of false idols always brightens any evening (pun intended), and I ate shitloads (like I always do in that state). Alissa and I cooked some badass pasta (I stirred it, she did everything else - teamwork!).
The downside.
Kundai convinced me to drive to the shops at one point and Hauwa didn't try to stop me (in fact, no-one did, but Hauwah came with us), and it was the scariest drive ever. K lied to us; he did not know the way. So I hurried back to Tom's again before I killed the three of us. Kundai was in a bad mood all evening, the poor fellow. But I gave him a lift home at the end of the night, so I hope that made up for it.
It was a grand evening, and I have a free house in two (count 'em, TWO) weeks, so I'll probably pull a similar stunt. I'll probably come up with a better name than Tom-Fest, though. Like Jack-Fest.
Thanks to Tom for the gratuitous use of his house/garden/food, and thanks to everyone else for a great night.
Same time next year.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Tom-Fest '06
Here's a video featuring some snippets of the evening. Check back soon for "Refelctions: Thoughts and Feelings on Tom-Fest '06". I'll probably post it tomorrow. IT'S 3.28 AM, WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME?
Over and out.
Over and out.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Dance In Misery
Yeah, it sounds over-dramatic, but my life seems pretty fuckin' miserable right now. I never go out. I spend pretty much every evening at home alone. What few friends I have are always busy with other people, or cancelling any plans we had at the last minute, or just plain saying they are too tired. Tired, at 4pm, when you don't have any reason not to sleep for 14 hours a night, no job, no school, nothing. How can you be tired? It's especially hard to believe when you use the "early night" excuse the night before as well.
The Used are summing up my feelings well.
I don't know how I feel about stuff anymore. I feel so lost and alone... But I don't know if I want to not be (if that makes sense).
Misery loves...
The Used are summing up my feelings well.
I don't know how I feel about stuff anymore. I feel so lost and alone... But I don't know if I want to not be (if that makes sense).
Misery loves...
Fucking Hair
I really hate my hair. It's so frustrating. At the moment, it's too long to do anything with; It is either covering half my face (blinding me), or in some queer parting (revealing my queer forehead). However, it's too short to hold itself in one direction. It just flops about, and usually sticks out from my head. I look like a right twat when it's curly, and when I straighten it I look like a fuckin' lamp shade, it goes all whispy and flicks out in random directions.
I hate it at this length. But then when I cut it, I regret it and grow it again, etc. I would love to find a way of doing my hair that looks good, is easy to do, and doesn't rely on making a hair appointment every freakin 2 weeks. My hair grows too fast, so when I get it cut to a decent style, it grows out within a few days. However, I'd like to have actual long hair, but when it gets to this pissing length, it seems to stop growing altogether.
I hate that people always comment on how much my hair changes. I'd keep it short if I could, but I don't like regular hair cuts. I'd keep it long, if it didn't get so fucking gay at this stage. Argh.
Fuck, I'd shave it if I wouldn't look like such a bell-end. Aaaahhhhh, I don't know what to do with it! I don't want to cut it because I'll end up back where I am now in a week or two, I want to actually solve the problem.
I'm getting tired of my summer hat.
I hate it at this length. But then when I cut it, I regret it and grow it again, etc. I would love to find a way of doing my hair that looks good, is easy to do, and doesn't rely on making a hair appointment every freakin 2 weeks. My hair grows too fast, so when I get it cut to a decent style, it grows out within a few days. However, I'd like to have actual long hair, but when it gets to this pissing length, it seems to stop growing altogether.
I hate that people always comment on how much my hair changes. I'd keep it short if I could, but I don't like regular hair cuts. I'd keep it long, if it didn't get so fucking gay at this stage. Argh.
Fuck, I'd shave it if I wouldn't look like such a bell-end. Aaaahhhhh, I don't know what to do with it! I don't want to cut it because I'll end up back where I am now in a week or two, I want to actually solve the problem.
I'm getting tired of my summer hat.
Friday, July 07, 2006
A Little Less Pretentious Film-Making, A Little More Music
Fall Out Boy's latest video:
Where to begin?
This is quite possibly the worst "music video" I have ever seen, and I say "music video" because I do not even feel that it should be classed accordingly. Music videos should be artistic pieces designed to compliment the music, and allow the music to be broadcast into television. They should not be short stories with a vague soundtrack. Let me talk you through it: The above video begins at 0.05, but the music does not start until 1.27. Then, at 2.30, the music stops again until 3.04. It then continues until 3.42, where it stops again for 1.07. The music then continues until 5.55, where the song comes to an end. The video, however, continues until 6.38.
Vital statistic: the music occupies approximately 42.5% of the video. That is less than half!
To add insult to injury, at several points during the parts of the video where the music is playing, there are additional sounds being played over the top! I am not talking about the odd bang and crash, I mean full-on background noise. Ladies and Gentlemen, I find these facts alone to be simply outrageous for a "music video".
As for the video itself, well, what can I say? "Terrible" springs to mind. The theme of the video does not fit the sound of the song in the slightest. The song is up-beat and poppy, as most Fall Out Boy songs are, yet the video is (or at least, tries to be) dark and sombre, if not a little sinister. The visual element does not fit the aural in the slightest.
Furthermore, the video is not original. Stereotypical vampires, over-done fight scenes, and a set that looks like a cross between Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Ghostbusters. A vampire fighting for the good of mankind? How novel...
Not only is it not original, but it is not nearly as well done as the storylines it is apparently paying homage to. Jumps and free-falls that are at such a speed that you can tell where the "actor" is being supported from, guns that look like a five-year-old made them out of old super-soakers and vacuum-cleaner parts, and a plot with more holes than Tom-And-Jerry cheese. Speaking of cheese, the fight scenes... I can't even begin to describe how play-fight-y they look.
I do not understand the role of the priest, blessing corpses and finally turning on our would-be-heroes; and where does this homeless man with a video phone, filming vampire fights come into it all?
The acting is sub-par, but I won't attack that; they are musicians, although the director could have cast actors and just had the band playing in the background.
Don't get me wrong, I love Fall Out Boy. They are nothing more than the latest trendy band churning out pop-punk anthems, but by God are they good at it. All I ask is one thing:
STICK TO MAKING MUSIC!
Where to begin?
This is quite possibly the worst "music video" I have ever seen, and I say "music video" because I do not even feel that it should be classed accordingly. Music videos should be artistic pieces designed to compliment the music, and allow the music to be broadcast into television. They should not be short stories with a vague soundtrack. Let me talk you through it: The above video begins at 0.05, but the music does not start until 1.27. Then, at 2.30, the music stops again until 3.04. It then continues until 3.42, where it stops again for 1.07. The music then continues until 5.55, where the song comes to an end. The video, however, continues until 6.38.
Vital statistic: the music occupies approximately 42.5% of the video. That is less than half!
To add insult to injury, at several points during the parts of the video where the music is playing, there are additional sounds being played over the top! I am not talking about the odd bang and crash, I mean full-on background noise. Ladies and Gentlemen, I find these facts alone to be simply outrageous for a "music video".
As for the video itself, well, what can I say? "Terrible" springs to mind. The theme of the video does not fit the sound of the song in the slightest. The song is up-beat and poppy, as most Fall Out Boy songs are, yet the video is (or at least, tries to be) dark and sombre, if not a little sinister. The visual element does not fit the aural in the slightest.
Furthermore, the video is not original. Stereotypical vampires, over-done fight scenes, and a set that looks like a cross between Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Ghostbusters. A vampire fighting for the good of mankind? How novel...
Not only is it not original, but it is not nearly as well done as the storylines it is apparently paying homage to. Jumps and free-falls that are at such a speed that you can tell where the "actor" is being supported from, guns that look like a five-year-old made them out of old super-soakers and vacuum-cleaner parts, and a plot with more holes than Tom-And-Jerry cheese. Speaking of cheese, the fight scenes... I can't even begin to describe how play-fight-y they look.
I do not understand the role of the priest, blessing corpses and finally turning on our would-be-heroes; and where does this homeless man with a video phone, filming vampire fights come into it all?
The acting is sub-par, but I won't attack that; they are musicians, although the director could have cast actors and just had the band playing in the background.
Don't get me wrong, I love Fall Out Boy. They are nothing more than the latest trendy band churning out pop-punk anthems, but by God are they good at it. All I ask is one thing:
STICK TO MAKING MUSIC!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
My Heart Feels Sick
Alissa and I have been going through a rough patch of somewhat lately. It is mainly my fault, though not intentional... I have become decreasingly affectionate (towards her and in general), and Faye agrees that I have changed a great deal over the past year. As a result of this, I'm hardly being World's Greatest Boyfriend. Long story short, we are sort of giving each other some space as of now. I'm really upset, and I think she is too... But hopefully it will make us (read: me) realise how much we love each other and should be together.
I do feel really down about it now, but I'm glad, because that means my feelings hadn't disappeared, I was just taking them for granted.
Time for some Jack time now.
I do feel really down about it now, but I'm glad, because that means my feelings hadn't disappeared, I was just taking them for granted.
Time for some Jack time now.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Give in, give up, STAND UP, FIGHT BACK
My love for Boysetsfire has re-emerged, After The Eulogy and Release The Dogs being possibly/probably two of the greatest "hardcore" songs ever.
The Leavers' Ball last night was mostly rad. The actual ball was good fun, I got quite wasted and ended up dancing with Tom and Harry for most of the night, featuring Chris Cousins (among others) from time to time. CC is awesome, I really hope I see him in the future.
Then most people went back to Sarah Webber's for a few hours, where I spent about two hours on a trampoline singing classics such as "X-Men Theme" and "Paedo-Man" (Child fucker, child fucker, radioactive child fucker).
Then there were many emotions emerging between Alissa and myself, but it's all been sorted now.
Got bored today, made this:
Here's a picture of Bansri and Me from last night, I'll post more as and when I get them because everyone cleaned up pretty nicely.
I thought I had lots to say but I guess not. This is turning from a daily rant into a freakin' diary. I'll put a stop to that tomorrow.
WHERE'S YOUR ANGER? WHERE'S YOUR FUCKING RAGE?
The Leavers' Ball last night was mostly rad. The actual ball was good fun, I got quite wasted and ended up dancing with Tom and Harry for most of the night, featuring Chris Cousins (among others) from time to time. CC is awesome, I really hope I see him in the future.
Then most people went back to Sarah Webber's for a few hours, where I spent about two hours on a trampoline singing classics such as "X-Men Theme" and "Paedo-Man" (Child fucker, child fucker, radioactive child fucker).
Then there were many emotions emerging between Alissa and myself, but it's all been sorted now.
Got bored today, made this:
Here's a picture of Bansri and Me from last night, I'll post more as and when I get them because everyone cleaned up pretty nicely.
I thought I had lots to say but I guess not. This is turning from a daily rant into a freakin' diary. I'll put a stop to that tomorrow.
WHERE'S YOUR ANGER? WHERE'S YOUR FUCKING RAGE?
Saturday, July 01, 2006
More For Tom
An asteroid knocked the sun light-years out of the way, did it? I see...
Click the image and bow before my might, bitch.
Click the image and bow before my might, bitch.
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