And I've been loving it.
I probably would've been sweating like a stuck pig, back when I was porky; but that's not such a problem anymore. Now it's the cold that gives me trouble (it goes straight through me).
But there's also something about this weather that's making me feel nostalgic. ... or, I dunno; there's something about it that just feels ... right... Like this is how it should be.
So I'm glad winter is a fading memory.
And I'm sad when I think how soon it'll be back.
But who has time to dwell on that? Not when you feel so full of ... life?
I want to turn off the news, put on some music, and dance like I was fifteen.
Or five.
I want to re-read my favourite books, and re-watch my favourite films. I've even had the urge to play some old video games -- some old board games even.
I can't explain it.
...
How's the weather where you are?
Speaking of old films, SBS has a few horror movies online (presumably for Halloween), and one of them is the
The twist here is that the movie tries to have a message of conservation. The crocodile is a special aboriginal dreaming animal, with human like intelligence, which only attacks for a reason; and the good guys are out to save it from a nasty bunch of hunters, who want to kill it for fun, profit, and revenge. Don't miss the completely inexplicable homage to the end of Mad Max 2, where instead of petrol, the protagonists are racing across the desert with a truck-load of precious crocodile. Amazing.
Best of all, it's all very, very Australian.
Definitely one to check out. If you're into that sort of thing.
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| *Not representative of what happens in the actual movie* |
And here's another question for the ethics committee.
A bloke who operates in the building space, who I kind-of-know, and whom I've done work for in the past, has offered to pay me to retouch some photos he wants to use as promotional material for his business. Here's the thing: He's not that good at what he does. While he's a nice enough guy, he's very much a slacko, half-arsed, she'll-be-right type when it comes to his profession. What he's asking me to do is cover up flaws in his past jobs so that he can show something fake to prospective clients.
Now, I know this kind of thing isn't new. People have been doing it since the invention of Photoshop. Hell, I've even done this sort of work before, in the past. The question is, should I be doing it.
*sigh* Life was so much simpler back in the days when I looked out for #1 and didn't give a shit about doing "the right thing".
What say ye?
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Weather been a bit ordinary here... happy to hear you are so full of joie de vivre, wonderful stuff... I am yet to read a novel that has nostalgia that is not set in summer. There's something about it. It's like winter is the opposite of nostalgia. The wrong colour to begin with! Part of the value of having kids is that you can relive all that shit with them a second time. And then maybe with grandkids, once more! Love a good boardgame.
On your ethical dilemma. I feel absolutely unequivocal about it: I wouldn't do it. Yeah yeah photoshop etc., but it's *you* he's asking to do it. Different if he did it himself, and everyone does it, etc.
Sounds like the retouching of photos are to be part of a folio of his body of work, to get more clients, so no fucking way. Quite apart from the ethics of it, then he'll be wanting you to help him with his shoddy future work, and then you are roped in.
Don't touch it, tell him thanks but no thanks.
Also: an update with the Chinese-porn-photos-man-from-work?
And that crocodile movie? I might add it to the list. Am swamped with stuff at the moment... gotta go and teach Year 5 boys about puberty. Sixty of them. Joy.
Love a good boardgame.
I'm sure I've said this before, but a little part of me has always wanted to play a proper game of Dungeons & Dragons. Maybe this summer I'll look at online options.
Also, this afternoon, when I was doing a workout, a currawong came and sat on my balcony, about 3m away, and sang me a song. It's the first non-crow I've seen around home in a long long time. Bloody fantastic! I hope he sticks around, and maybe invites his mates over too.
The Chinese-porno-bloke? There's not that much to tell, really. I didn't spend any significant one-on-one time with him after the incident, and haven't seen him face-to-face at all since I got home. A couple of his emails have been of the "Let's get together for a meal and drinks at some point" variety, but it's not like he's sending me blowjob gifs or anything. ... Unlike a certain someone else, who's been known to do that sort of thing from time to time. I tried subtly interrogating Sammo over the incident, but he disavowed the whole thing while laughing heartily. I knew he would, whether he had a hand in it or not. I had to laugh too. In fact, I had to act like the whole incident was an amusing anecdote. Because I know Sammo's sense of humour, and I know that if he sensed any of it got to me at all, this would just be the start of something. I think I mentioned that he's a mean-spirited prick with a twisted sense of humour, didn't I?
Sounds like the retouching of photos are to be part of a folio of his body of work, to get more clients
Yes. That is exactly what he's doing. I'm actually a bit surprised that you are that unequivocal, to tell the truth; but maybe I should just be embarrassed that I equivocated so much. This really did seem like 50/50 territory to me. You would think that at my age, my moral compass would be more reliable, but half the time it feels more like consulting a bloody magic 8 ball. Cheers Melbs. I honestly dunno what I'd do without ya.
How did the year 5 laddies go? What was the best question that Mrs Melba heard today?
Cold snap here which normally I like but discovered a load of condensation on inside of our windows, worse in our bedroom - I guess as there are two of us breathing moisture in there. Grrr so just one more house thing to worry about. God, things were easier back in the day when I was renting and living below the poverty line
I'd have to say no on that other question. Mainly because we've been ripped off by shoddy tradies here but also, you know, if he ever ended up in court, you might be called in as some sort of witness and what a drag that would be
Don't get me wrong, I can be a little morally fluid but I think when he's trying to get work, and people may hire him based on the quality of his images, if HE can't produce those images and needs someone else, then it's deception of the highest order (but yes, there are worse out there). Maybe he needs to hire you? Maybe that's a better reaction? Was it meant to be an ongoing arrangement? I think my problem was not necessarily that he was deceiving potential clients but that he would get them in on false pretences, then not be able to deliver on the job. I guess it's not that different to someone having a graphic design studio, and not doing the work themselves, having people do the work behind the scenes?
I dunno really. But if he was going to get you to do all the retouching, and pay you bloody well, then who cares?
See how unequivocal I am really? I can waver just like everyone else.
Was it meant to be an ongoing arrangement?
It was a one-time thing, with the implied possibility of more down the track, if it all worked out okay. I wouldn't say it's bloody good money, but it's certainly good for such simple work.
I guess it's not that different to someone having a graphic design studio, and not doing the work themselves, having people do the work behind the scenes?
No, it would be a little different. It would be like if someone running a design studio paid an artist to make up some samples to show clients, and then, after taking his clients' money, delivered them second rate designs that weren't anything like the quality of the samples they saw.
Actually, when I think about it like that, it does seem pretty fuckin' bad. And Squib makes a good point about legal complications.
Also, sorry to hear about the home-owner troubles there Squib. Interesting, you say you like a cold snap. You're more into building snowmen, and cuddling up by the fire, and all that jazz, eh?
Love the cold and love, love the wood burning stove. Had a lifetime of sun growing up in the desert
But water has its own complications
I remember wood stoves. Was not a fan of chopping the wood.
At least you don't have to put up with the bizarre anachronistic head-fuck of seeing masses of wintery-themed plastic decorations melting outside of shop-fronts in forty-five degree heat. Are you looking at a white Chrissy in your neck of the woods this year?
Well then I'd steer clear. Sounds like it's clearly not something to be involved in. And yes, the legal stuff.
Not sure. I'll be in Manc with in-laws anyways
I'm not Charles Ingalls! Wood is delivered in appropriate stove door opening width sizes
Well, that's certainly a better way to do it.
How does the price stack up against gas or electric heating?
Also, speaking of your in-laws, I vaguely remember you once saying Mr Squib was a Spaniard. Thoughts on the Catalan referendum?
MrSquib left Spain when he was 4 and doesn't follow the news there except in a very general world news way
Darn. I was hoping for some fascinating insider perspective.
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