Done, done, and done: I’ve finished my sci-fi thriller computery read-out project. It looks pretty snazzy, but then it wants to for the nineteen hours I’ve spent on it.

All that’s left to do now is present it to everyone tomorrow morning. Normally I’d plan something to say, but I’ve been secretly enjoying the thrill of talking on the spot these past couple of months.

Actually, saying that has reminded me - in my final year at primary school, I used to have a five-minute spot (as they’d probably call it in show-business) every Friday before sharing assemblies. As senior prefect, you see, one of my duties was ensuring the sound system was working. So I always did a little skit when testing the mic to the parents waiting for the assembly to start. Then I’d go and sit in a corner, playing classical pieces of music over the stereo as each class entered and seated. Thinking about it, I was a DJ by definition - mixing tracks and the likes.

Okay, that was a bit of a weird direction to go in. It’s just easy for me to do, as I have such vivid memories of it all. I tell you what - I’d love to write an autobiography. I know that sounds vain, but I would.

Something that I’ve been meaning to say for some time: Of all of the content that I’ve put on the ‘net - the dodgy photographs of myself for example - my only fear with it all is coming across as vain. I mean, “BigBlake” alone is just asking for it, really. But truth be told, I’m anything but - as I’m hoping that most of you will have already realised. In fact, most of my published pieces of work are online mainly for my satisfaction; I don’t like not doing anything with my time, so try to always be creative & constructive. The fact that other people observe my efforts is just a bonus.

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Urgh, I hate it when blog posts get all serious on you. I mean, if it was something *that* important, you shouldn’t be sat on your arse typing about it. And it’s really not *that* important at all. I just felt it was a good time to say something about it.Returning to some sense of normality (as I hate to force deep-&-meaningfuls on anyone), I’ve now got to print off my illiteracy project. And that’s sure to be fun, as the printer is out of ink.

I didn’t want to cause any alarm.

I’ve been hard at it (work, that is) since I got up this morning. And I have to say that what I’ve done so far looks ruddy good. There are blippy bits, squiggly lines, maps - not to mention a handful of Red Dwarf references. Groovy, funky stuff.

Anyway, I’d best carry on now - I’m aiming to get it all finished by 3:00 PM tomorrow, you see.

Today has been mad. Mad I tell you, MAD:

• My mother woke me up mega early this morning to watch the UK premiere of Star Wars: Episode III’s theatrical trailer. Lord [Vader!] only knows how much ITV paid for it to be shown on GMTV/Entertainment Today. But anyway - ’twas effing marvellous.
• Yesterday afternoon/early evening, Zehra A. and myself went on a recce to find the most suitable public house to shoot our new adult illiteracy project in. We managed to secure a pub for today and even got them to open especially for us.Despite a lot of rushing around this morning, and despite roping Emma K. into playing my love interest literally minutes before we went to do the shoot, everything went well. Very well.
• Afterwards we went to Pizza Hut for lunch where, funnily enough, we all ate pizza type things.
• Back at Racodac in the afternoon, we got our work edited together ready for printing.
• The finished product was shown to a couple of other students on screen and was received well.

It’s now the weekend, and I’ll no doubt be working on another project the whole time. Yey me.

The bus took absolutely ages to turn up this morning - and it wasn’t even going the full length of the route when it did. Fearing a late arrival at Racodac, I boarded said bus anyway and changed routes when I was nearer to my destination. My judgement paid off, as I got to Racodac just in time.

Racodac was great; these last few Thursdays have been the best there, methinks. Today I was assistant to the cameraman and later audio mixer for an experimental shoot not too dissimilar to a film I wrote (but never shot) with Michael W. at RWS.

The tutor announcing that the microphone I’d been using cost £400 did shock. But I probably shocked the tutor even more than that when I announced that I’d been pointing and shooting it at people as if it were a space gun all day

I had to be at Racodac early again this morning for another Programme Making/Industry Practice tutorial. Unusually, Pete B. wasn’t already on the ‘early bus’, which did disappoint.

The tutorial was over after an hour or so - most annoying considering we keep starting at 9:30 AM to fit everything in. Still, it provided Zehra A. and myself the time to crack on with our illiteracy project back in the Graphics Studio until Context Studies at 2:00 PM.

And after all of that, we decided that our project was a wee bit too obscure, so we’ve scrapped our work yet again to start on something else. Something raunchy…

Having storyboarded some ideas for my illiteracy project at Racodac today, I was rather hoping to take the photographs tonight. Only I can’t for two reasons. Firstly, I haven’t got a rubber duck. Secondly, more importantly, the batteries for the camera are dead. Again.

Something was really eating away at me a short moment ago. But then in an instant, I’d forgotten exactly what it was.

I like it when this happens. I’m of the ilk that prefers to live in happy and blissful ignorance of the nightmares I’m facing.

See you next time.

I’ve just got an old webcam working on my current computer. Naturally, my penis has been out for all to see. It’s just a shame that there’s no zoom function, really. Then I could type with both hands on the keyboard.

I’ve just bashed my knee on the corner of my computer-cupboard’s door. And yes, I did feel a moment’s discomfort.

This copyright lark is really getting on my tits. I’ve emailed the three companies that host the offending site - two of which have already frozen the user’s accounts. But the third wants me to snail-mail them in Massachusetts with statements, proof of ownership, evidence of infringement et cetera.

I mean, I realise that procedures are in place to deal with such matters fairly. But it seems a great length to go to if the whole thing can be solved just by comparing my name in ‘their’ page source to the name of the user who registered with the company.

Ah well, at least it’s going to be sorted.