Current mood:	exhausted
Current music:	REM

Black and White Fireflies
Time to update this LJ again, methinks.

So, what's been going on of note? A lot, I think, but I'm not so sure. Hopefully I can sort it all out. Dream's Image Video screened twice at the Sydney Film Festival last week, which was rather cool. In all honesty I wasn't as spun out by seeing it as I thought I might be, but I guess that's because I was simply spun out by the idea of it a long time ago now. It's a little creepy that it's already come and gone, though.
The inclusion of my own work put aside, I think that the collection of Oz Digital Shorts is probably still the best thing that I've seen at a cinema all year. There was some really good stuff in there, a couple of pieces that were aesthetically brilliant, and it was very diverse but still managed to get the right audience reaction each time. I think they plan on podcasting the collection, but I'd love a DVD to be released, if only because I want a copy. As it happens I can probably just ask for a copy anyway. Answering questions was a little uninspired. There were two screenings and at the first I was simply told to introduce myself and explain a bit about the making of Dream, and then when the option was thrown out to the audience, nobody asked any questions. The second time we were given the option of speaking straight up, and both myself and the other dude down front declined, but I still had to point to a random person in the crowd and tell them to ask something of one of us before the questions started. Beyond that it was pretty generic: How long did it take; what was the budget; what software did you use. Fair enough, I suppose.

The answers above are just under a year, there wasn't one, and lots of Adobe stuff if anyone's interested. Beyond the second screening, I didn't get home until comfortably after midnight, and since I didn't want to go to bed only to get up again at four in the morning, I decided to just stay awake and slug it out until the soccer. Watched half of a really good French movie called Nikita while I was waiting, and I really must finish that off the next chance I get. As for the game, the results kinda say it all. It was a tense experience with lots of shouting coming from the swath of bodies that were collected together in Dil's garage. Then I got home again, and eventually went to bed where I would sleep for a poultry four hours before waking up again, unable to return to dreamland. As a result, my body clock is still a little messed up.

A week before the second screening, I got down to some Glasshouse recordings for the first time in nearly two years. Still having trouble comprehending how hard it is to get tickets these days, it used to be so easy before the show became popular. In early and spoke to Wil Anderson briefly as he was on his way into makeup, and damn - I never would have guessed just how much gel that must be put upon his head. The man's hair was curly. Curly! The second show was better from the first, and the group of us (which included a certain someone who knows who he is who didn't show to Dream's second screening, and if he doesn't know who he is then I'm talking about you Jacky!) found ourselves reflecting upon the experience of actually being worn out from laughing while eating KFC. It hurts the ribs. Then I went home and played some of my uber-cheap copy of Baten Kaitos: a game that I like more than I thought I would, but has an inevitably annoying element of chance in battles that can be troublesome in boss fights. Having to wait for a healing item to become available isn't the result of perfect game design.

Back in the present and I'm now writing this. I guess I may move into watching some Escaflowne or Train Man now.