so this morning i woke up at about 9:50, as of yesterday my classic wakeup time and headed upstairs to make cereal. i brought it back down to discover ro and mark mixing 'dirty looks' so after reading an issue of american film from 1988 in my room for a while i bailed upstairs to continue there with a few other issues. i was reading a big fat article about lawrence of arabia and realised i'd looked at it on dvd in woolworths yesterday but not actually bought it even though it was quite cheap. kind of silly. it annoyed me so much cause i wanted to watch it that i nearly walked all the way back to that woolies to buy it. i decided not to in the end. i finished off the myspace playlist and sent that off, then made some lunch and watched garth meringhi's (spelling?) darkplace with ro for a while. about lunch: never buy ainsley's instant cous cous. well, the citrus kind anyway. made me want to gag.
after that we recorded drums for a quiet song which went well. i switch to rods part way through the song which i don't usually do live. the wonders of studio recording eh? after that i read some more american film for a while and organised my laptop to be picked up for repairs. later i borrowed ro's car and jord & i ventured out to do things. first stop was jord's dad chris' house to pick up a gibson 335 for this ad thing we're recording. after that we went to jb where i bought a somewhat cheap toshiba dvd player. i went to buy lawrence of arabia but paused, contemplating whether i could justify buying a dvd player and a dvd at the same time. seemed like i didn't really need to, so i put it back down. then i nearly bought jaws before realising i would be doing the same thing i put ol' lorry down for. after jb we went to hungry jacks which was alright. ordering ettiquite (spelling?) is getting confusing now though. the voice in the box, instead of opening with the traditional "hi welcome to blah blah what can i get you today?" or whatever, today it was "hi welcome to hungry jacks, feel free to order whenever you're ready". out of confusing i said "what?" and probably interrupted something important because a different voice then sharply asked what i wanted. also the boy (he was probably 10) who handed me my food was funny.
we headed home after that and i set up the dvd player. problem is, the tv is a widescreen tv but you can only use the full viewing area when you use composite video. as the dvd player didn't have composite video, i was in a bit of a pickle. it did, however, have HDMI which the internet leads me to believe can be converted into composite. means i had to drop money on a cable but the picture itself is pretty darn tootin. my tests were the shawshank redemption and full metal jacket and both came up nicely. not a bad player for 99 bucks. i started watching mccabe and mrs. miller when bree came over and weed invited me upstairs so i headed up and we hung. i suppose it was a good thing, the sound mix for mccabe and mrs. miller is easily one of the worst i've ever heard which makes it difficult to watch given it's a robert altman film. there's a very natural speak-over-the-top-of-each-other nature to the way he writes and directs dialogue that you need a solid sound mix to back up. i'll return to it later, hopefully my first impressions are wrong.
later on i made some pesto and joe spilt apple juice on the floor. then he, weed, jord and i headed downstairs to watch the midnight meat train. joe left about 50 minutes in, jord about an hour in. joe was tired, jord wasn't enjoying it. by the time the ending rolled around i'd stopped caring for the characters but the film on the whole wasn't too bad. there's definitely worse out there but that said it's pretty darn graphic. nice to see ted raimi make an eye-popping appearance too (hyuck hyuck). i watched the special features which included a mini-doco on clive barker (the film is based off one of his short stories). the man has always fascinated me and this threw him in such a human light. i imagined him to be this strange sinister twisted d00d but he seems somewhat level headed. he had a real funny way of talking about his paintings too. my neck hurts.
until tomorrow, bye.
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