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Hyp(irate)ocritical [03 Feb 2010|10:07am] So I buy iTunes cards with some vague regularity. Let's say one or two at a go, maybe every 1-3 months. Usually I won't bother unless JB has some sort of deal like two $30 cards for $40. Most of the time I'll get one around the same time as The Word magazone and after I'm done with the magazine, I trawl through the reviews, make a list of the stuff I like and try to find it on iTunes. The reason for this is simple: most of the stuff The Word talks about isn't available to be pirated, so I stopped trying. Also, iTunes store is accurate, high-quality, and I know what I'm getting is the real deal. Now I've been a pirate since Napster at university and am not averse to torrenting something if I'm not able to get it legally due to Coming-To-Australia-lag (I'm looking at you, Avatar: The Last Airbender, True Blood & Dollhouse). Conversely, I have the stance that when I like something created by the little guy (be it an iPhone App, or a podcast like TikiBarTv), I'll pay to help support them (like buying the Apps instead of jailbreaking, or buying merch for TBTV). This leads to some interesting situations. Last month I had a $20 iTunes card. I read The Word, and found a bunch of tracks from Half-Man Half-Biscuit, Zoot Woman, Wintersleep, Hockey, and an oddball English Beat track. However, one of the reviews was for She Keeps Bees, a two=piece that drew comparisons to the White Stripes, which got my attention. Nowhere to be found on iTunes. So? Straight to PirateBay, where I found an EP and a CD. Turns out they weren't that impressive and I only kept a few tracks. On the flipside of that anecdote, I bring you another: today, $30 iTunes card in hand, I looked up Kill It Kid, and bought two of their tracks, then, on Sam-from-work's recommendation, looked up Them Crooked Vultures. Quickly, I found 5 or 6 tracks I liked, then thought "Bugger me, I want the whole album." iTunes had it for $19.95 ($3 more than usual!) which gave me pause. I like the album, sure, but did I want to spend 2/3 of my rarity-finding-money, with half the magazine left to browse, on 1 album by one artist? So I bought one single, then pirated the rest of the album. Am I a hypocrite? Also, here's a video from Zadi at Epic Fu, whose message about copyright I completely agree with. 1 comment|post comment

[27 Jan 2010|10:21am] Irony is...  ...arriving at the vet's, cat carrier under arm, and waiting in line behind two people (one of whom spoke English) who had their dog's name wrong on the system (like WAY wrong), three (wrong) addresses and contact names listed, and needed to show that yes, this was the dog they operated on last year so they could het his eye looked at.... ...Thinking, wow, how disorganized are these people... ...Then getting to the counter and realising that Tanja brought the cat in previously, but I couldn't remember if if was before or after we got married (so not sure what surname they had),  seeing they spelled "Magrat" as "Margaret", and that they had me in the system, but from my address 4 years ago. So yeah. 2 comments|post comment

Gah! I'm all sappy! [23 Jan 2010|09:59am] After looking through my blog-stalking list, I found the following entries. And thewy made me feel all clucky and broody and sappy and emotionful: "Zoe" by Neil Gaiman (from his Journal on neilgaiman.com) "The Owl of Bryant Park" By Kevin "Johnny Johnny" Gamble (from Naked Sponge) "In My Own Image" by Annika Barranti (from Through The Looking Glass) And just a cute one, "Eight Months" by Stephanie Whalen (from Four of Two) post comment

Costanza'd [18 Jan 2010|12:06pm] So this week is sort of planned out for Tanja and I. I'm on 1:30-9:30 shifts, and we're planning our barbecue on Sunday. So Tanja made a huge spinach pie/quiche thing, with the intent that it can be my lunch and her dinner over a couple of days (Monday & Wednesday). I was to make chilli on Tuesday, which would be my lunch and her dinner for Tuesday and Thursday. Also, at some point, I was to take down the skeletal remains of the pagola in our backyard, and also make a trip to Dan Murphy's to pick up booze. So this morning, Tanja takes the mince out of the freezer so it'll be defrosted by Tuesday. then goes to work, reminding me of the schedule on the way out. I get up, have my breakfast and coffee, loaf around a bit watching Avatar, then decide, "Okay, time to take down the pagola". It goes relatively smoothly, with me not having to hacksaw anything, and only one of the pieces dousing me in liquified rust. I get finish, wash all the grease & crap off my hands and glance at the clock. It's 10:41. "Oh no," says I. "I need to get the chilli on the stove. It takes an hour to cook, and if I still want time to eat it, I'll need to start right now!" So I do. I prep the vegetables, get the spices, get the onion simmering, then take the mince out. It's frozen solid. "Stupid fridge!" says I. "It's almost like it hasn't been out of the freezer more than an hour!" So I use the microwave and a hot knife to break it into pieces. I get the chilli simmering, realising it'll finish at 12:30, and that'll only leave me like 10 minutes to eat. I make my sandwich, and wrap it up. I go to put the lettuce back into the fridge when I see the spinach pie. And realisation hits me. I call Tanja and explain that I'm an idiot. She really agrees. So now I'm putting the chilli in Tupperware as soon as it finishes, wrapping up some Spinach pie, and having that today. Also? Today being Monday? I start at 1, not 1:30. So I'll have like 10 minutes to get to my train. For I am Costanza, Lord of Idiots. 1 comment|post comment

The New Year, and Resolutions of Same [10 Jan 2010|09:06pm] I told myself (and Tanja) that this will be the years I monetise & business-ise (that's not a word, but I'm making it one) my t-shirt operation. I've been looking into getting a t-shirt press, and essentially starting to print my designs off the computer. This way I have greater detail control over the designs, and it becomes astronomically easier and quicker to print shirts (especially large orders). This press, bought from a wholesaler, costs over $1000. You can get cheaper ones from eBay for between $300 and $400, but if I'm going to be doing this right, I want to be able to afford a good one. This lead me to the consideration that if I'm going to be spending this much (plus changing the cost structure of my enterprise from stencils, paints & brushes to sheets, ink cartridges) I need to think tax-wise. To do that, i need to be able to claim stuff and write receipts. For that, I need an ABN. I tried to do some reasearch into this the other day and got depressed (this is partially as Tanja meantioned trademarking, copywriting & intellectual property. This tweet was my response: http://twitter.com/lokified/status/7477505890). I need to stay focused. I've had thoughts toward buying one of the cheap shirt presses and using that as I do shirts now to get together the money to get the good press. I've also been thinking about marketing. I think doing the Paddington Markets or whatever may not be the way to go. My thought was towards a site something like TeeFury, wherre I'll have a selection of shirts for sale. I'll continue doing the custoemr stuff, by appointment. ... I was just about the write more, and then stopped to let my thoughts whirl around for a moment. I haven't a clue what I'm doing, or planning to do. I have tons tof ideas, but no way to actualise them. Result of hypothesis? Further study is needed. 3 comments|post comment

Wierdness=creativity [30 Dec 2009|01:20pm] I feel weird. I blame the weird-feeling on my screwing-up of my normal routine. I woke up, had cereal, went to the gym, then came back, had juice and two cups of coffee (I usually have juice and coffee with my cereal, THEN go to the gym). So now I'm shaky, my head is pounding and I'm dizzy. I was taking a shower, trying to clear my head, but all I could think about were random geeky and obscure references I could put on t-shirts. The first one?   [Silhouette of man's head with long curly hair] = [silhouette of shapely female form] (taking off on the line from the Wog Boy about "having the curls to get the girls.")   Then I started thinking about Roadhouse and the ideas exploded:   ·         [Silhouette of a man in blue with his right foot illuminated in red, possibly with a cutaway showing the razor in the toe of his boot]. On the back: RIGHT BOOT. ·         PAIN  ≠ HURT ·         Two separate Euler circles, not intersecting, one marked "MY WAY" the other marked "HIGHWAY". and finally ·         "TOO STUPID TO HAVE A GOOD TIME"   If and when I make these, I'll have to send a bunch to the Rifftrax crew.   Tanja has just brought me a turkey, red kraut & cranberry sandwich, so I must eat. Hopefully I'll feel better. post comment

More good deeds. [27 Dec 2009|09:35am] Playing inFamous again, I was killing time and roaming the city, avoiding a story mission that was frustrating me. I wandered into a part of the city I had previously passed and heard shots. Thinking this to be an enemy encounter, I ran over. Now, in the game, you can run police missions that gain you territory and reestablish police presence in the city (which then help you attack enemies when nearby). The city also has defensive machine gun turrets at certain spots. The shots I heard were coming from one of these turrets being manned by a cop. He was shooting at nothing, so I figured it was either a glitch, or there was an enemy on the other side of a building he was aiming at. So I healed a few people that had got in his was and went to leave. That's when I noticed that the cop was purposefully aiming at the pedestrians, mowing them down. I continued healing. The cop began to target me. I avoided the gunfire, but was nearly killed. I decided "Okay, that's enough." I got behind the turret and knocked the cop down with a kick. He got back up and ran back to the turret, resuming his shooting spree. I eventually had to stick a grenade to the turret, killing the cop. This gained me negative Karma, if you can believe it.  But wow. An NPC cop in a ruined city, having a mental breakdown and shooting civilians? That's too heavy for my Sunday morning. 1 comment|post comment

Apropos is a good word. [21 Nov 2009|01:12pm] Apropos and as a follow-on to my previous post about Photography and people blocking shots with their hand (Oh, I'm not going to link to it, just look two inches down the page), I add this: On Thursday, Gonzo, while sitting on the other side of the pod from me as I was trying to organise something at my desk, held up his fancy schmancy digital SLR and started snapping photos without looking into the viewfinder. I, being extremely busy as well as annoyed by other things, held up my hand to block him. He then cited the blog entry, saying "Don't you hate people who do that?" This gave me pause, but in my head I can up with an answer. He was not taking photos because he found what I was doing interesting. He did not think I looked good. He was not even looking at the pictures he was taking. He was using the camera simply as a tool to annoy or provoke a reaction from me. This then gave me the right to block with my hand. 2 comments|post comment

[21 Nov 2009|01:11pm] I read on someone's Twitter that smart Twitterers and Bloggers were part of the "Douchenozzle Offset Program". This made me smile. post comment

"Oh, don't take a photo!" [13 Nov 2009|11:14pm] [ mood | frustrated ] [ music | 1000 BPM - Beck ] I’m finally taking a stand.   I hate, hate, HATE people who:   1.   flinch away, or try to block their face with their hand when you try to take a photo   -or-   2.   people who, upon seeing a perfectly fine-looking photo of themselves that you just took, will exclaim “Oh, God! I look ugly/fat/stupid! Delete that!”   Seriously, I’m over it.   As someone who takes a lot of pictures (nearly 4000 this year alone), nothing frustrates me more. This is especially bad when I’m trying to take a candid photo to actually capture a funny or interesting moment that I feel would make a good and well-composed picture. That candid photo is ruined when the person becomes a cringing blur as they exhibit behaviour A. Yes, I know that everyone’s image is their own business and that I shouldn’t be taking photos without permission, but come ON. Behaviour B seemed to be more of the ingrained body-conscious insecurity that’s drilled into people (of which I myself am an occasional victim) in which we must automatically downplay ourselves as ugly for fear of being considered arrogant and conceited (or worse, actually believe that we are unattractive and dismiss ourselves out of hand).   In any case, it comes down to this:   1.   I am a photographer and therefore (for better or worse) am an artist (of some sort). 2.   The pictures I compose and attempt to compose (for better or worse), are art (of some sort). 3.   Therefore, the people and objects in the picture (for better or worse), are part of that art (of some sort) and are worthy/interesting. 4.   Therefore, shut your face about it. I think you look good/interesting in this photos and that’s that.   These thoughts were kicked into action by a farewell I was at last night, and two friends of whom I took a candid photo of two people I know sitting by a wall and laughing at what a person standing nearby had said. The candid photo was natural and looked great. They then noticed I was taking photos and got quite embarrassed saying “Oh, delete that, I’m sure it looked terrible.” Despite having not seen the photo. I tried to downplay the situation by saying “Well, if you don’t want me to take a bad photo, let me take a good one.” (my mantra of sorts), and they posed. Then viewed the picture. “I look terrible in that one,” one said. “Take another.” They posed again. Repeat times 5. In the end, I just walked away. When I looked at the results, the two best-focused and best-looking photos were the first two I’d taken. Also, after putting the photos on Facebook, I got a narky comment about the candid one, stating “When did you take this, how dare you, I’m going to kill you when I see you next OMG.”   I can’t win. Frankly, I miss my old camera-phone, where you could take a picture without making a shutter sound, so people wouldn’t know (though, the camera was no good, and I know they auto-enabled the noise to stop locker-room shots and such).   So yes, if you’re one of the people like Craig and Stevie and Ted, of whom I can take many many photos and just love the attention, then I salute you.     Lucas Brown | Proxy Champignon Master of Brainthinking   4 comments|post comment

Funny Aneurism Moment [07 Nov 2009|10:03am] I was playing InFamous this morning and had an odd moment. I had taken a side mission involving a poison vat atop a water tower, defended by bad guys. I defeated the mooks, then approached the tower, which was on top of an apartment building. As per the game's morality system, I was given a choice: use lightning to overload the tower from a distance, thus sparing myself from the poison, and causing the poison to flood the water tower (that's bad); or using a shockwave to explode the tank close-up, which aerates the poison, saves the water, but doses me fairly severely (that's good, I guess). So I chose the second option. I got close, let off a shockwave & destroyed the tank. I was dosed with the poison, but in an unforseen consequence, the canister exploded, knocking me off the tower and the building. Mid-plummet-to-my-death, a legend appeared on the screen:  "Congratulations! Your actions have made you slightly more Good." Legend disappears. I continue falling.  Splat. I feel gooder already. 2 comments|post comment

Never Trust The House [28 Oct 2009|12:04am] I seem to have shifted in my medical habits. Well, less of a shift, more of a move in a straight line: from doctors to physiotherapists. Now, I hadn't been to a physio before I got whiplash and needed a few visits. Since then I've been back 8 or so times for things such as headaches, back spasms, sore heel/achilles tendon, and more headaches. I usually go to the University Sports clinic, but I've been to one in Newtown as well. Recently, I've been getting soreness in both my elbows after doing things like playing drums, shaking martinis, and when I curl my arm under my pillow. It happened off and on for about for months until last Wednesday, when I woke up in the middle of the night and had had enough. I went to the doctor at Broadway Clinic. Called ahead. Booked an appointment for 9:45 (I started work at 10:30). Sat in the waiting room until 10:55. I get into the room and the doc (who is not one of the usual people I see) immediately (and I mean before I even say what's wrong) starts lecturing me that I need immunization for Whooping Cough (after a serious of relationship questions that I answered with no idea as to what they were for). He then moves on to what I was prescribed last time I was there 9-10 months ago: Cafergot, which is a migraine medication. This was prescribed after 39-straight-day headache (the doctor then had said it probably wouldn't work, or stop the pain in any way, but I should take two, and then two more each half hour it didn't work). I told him I took one dose, and the 60 Mg of caffeine (that's a 6-pack of coca-cola) in each pill had me bouncing off the walls, so I stopped. He then typed "Allergic to cafergot" into my file *facepalm*. He then prints out 3 pages of migraine advice sheets and a migraine diary for me. He then turns to me and asks why I'm there. "It's my arms, actually." I almost felt bad to see his face drop. Oh, and the migraine? Cured by one physio appointment. Anyway, I explained I first started noticing after mixing drinks on Fridays (which got a glary look) and after playing drums (which got a confused look). He feels my arms, notes a "tightness" in my biceps, then asks if I "lift weights". I explain that yes, I go to the gym, but it doesn't bother me at or after the gym. He then says "Well, it's probably a contrasting muscle cramp. Your triceps are too weak compared to your bicep." I look at my two-pipe-cleaner arms. "Really? I do roughly the same amount of weight with biceps and triceps." "Oh yes, you should be doing two to three times the weight with your triceps than with your biceps." Ummm, okay. Never heard THAT before. He also cheerfully informs me that it's not arthritis, so he won't send me for bloodwork. He also says a bunch of others things it's not, confusing the issue. He writes a recommendation for a physio (which is A) sealed in an envelop, so I can't see who or where the physio is located and B) the outside of the envelope is a RANDWICK address. No thank you) but then adds that I shouldn't get a physio unless I get an x-ray. Anywho, he sends me out to pay with an armload of paper and no real explanation for the arm-thing. Bothered, I then go right across the street to the University Sports Physio clinic. I book in for 12:30, show up at 12:30 on the dot, and am not sitting for more than 30 seconds before they're ready. Meet Chris, the physio, and describe what happened. He starts check out my arms while I'm talking, getting his own idea of how far I can turn, where it hurts, etc. I explain the doc's idea, which he describes as "Fair enough, I mean, you shouldn't be doing too much more with your bicep, but yeah. Clearly it's your nerves."He explains that it's the nerves in my shoulder- and elbow-sides of my tricep that are being stretched in a wrong way and are causing me pain in complaint. He gives me a list of gliding stretches to do (and demonstrates them) and suggests I improve my posture at work to relieve some of the pressure. Then comes the shoulder and tricep massage that was agony, and left me bruised but pain-free afterward. And here's my point (he said, two pages in): I prefer physios to doctors because they actually DO something. They'll hear you out, have a look, give their opinion, then in a hands-on-way, sort you out. It'll hurt, sure, but you'll be better for it. That's more than I can say for just about any doctor I've been to with the exception of one, who was an acupressurist/acupuncturist, who was a great doctor because he ALSO actually did actual things. This is being exacerbated by Tanja and my watching the first 8 episodes of the first season of House. I like it, but it points out how doctors (even highly trained good-looking specialist doctors) are just best-guessing. House is constantly kvetching about how an ER Doctor or a GP would prescribe or diagnose the wrong (and usually the worst thing) they could. I believe it. I actually had a normally good doctor attempt to diagnose me with asthma because my breathing was raspy while I had a cold. Admittedly, I had taken a Codril earlier and was feeling better, so made my breathing sound worse than it was, but still. The guy spent 10 minutes trying to convince me to get checked for asthma. Example: Zoidberg: “What is it this time?” Fry: “Well, my pipe hurts a little.” Zoidberg: “That’s normal. NEXT!” So yeah. It’s physio for me. Unless I have a cold/asthma. 2 comments|post comment

Drum Hero [26 Sep 2009|05:08pm] So I got the Guitar Hero World Tour bundle with guitar, drums, and microphone yesterday (which is a major feat: ordered Thursday morning, shipping Thursday evening, arrived Friday morning). The idea, as I originally planned it, was to use it as a surrogate drum kit for when I can’t get to Ted’s. I also wanted to us the GHTunes recording suite to lay down some tracks, and learn new songs. Once I got it set up and gave it a shot on Drums on Easy mode, I fell into what I’m told is a common musician’s trap: I tried to play what I was hearing, instead of the extremely limited notes they were giving me. I also lost points for hitting the bass drum for each cymbal hit. Once I upped the difficulty, it got better. What I didn’t expect was how much I enjoy the guitar part of the game. Especially with songs you know, you feel like a freakin’ rock god when you finish one. It’s a lot of fun, and I finally figured out why. The Guitar Hero version of playing guitar is essentially a non-musical kid’s view of playing guitar: one button per chord, then move to the left or right. Making that motion taps into something childlike and imaginative (if you’ll forgive me for a moment) that allows you to create music by pushing buttons. Well, it makes more sense in my head. 2 comments|post comment

Customer Dis-Service [17 Sep 2009|02:51pm] So I left training today with a splitting headache (my third in three days), and stopped at Broadway for lunch before going home. Ate my food, then wandered into Kmart, thinking I'd see if they had any Nerf guns. They did not, and I walked past the DVD cabinet on the way out. I noticed thaey had the new-packaged Star Trek Voyager complete box set (I missed out on the limited-edition EzyDVD Borg Cube box). I couldn't see a price tag, so I went over to the counter. The girl there was busy attempting to sell a mobile phone package to someone, so I waited a bit, then decided, with head still ringing, to go home and check into it later. So, later. I'm home, and I give Kmart a call. Here is that conversation: "Hello, Kmart Broadway." "Hi, could you put me through to DVDs, please?" *hold music* "Hello, Audio-Visual." "Yes, hi. I was wondering the price on your Star Trek Voyager Complete Box se-" "We don't have that." "....yes, I think you do. I was in there earlier and saw it. It's in the cabinet." "Oh, you mean the white one?" (note: the DVD box is greyish. Even if she meant the cabinet, the cabinet is black.) "Ummm, what?" "I'll just go see, please hold." *hold music. Ohhhhh, hold me now... hold my heart.... stay with meeeee* *phone starts ringing. Ringing. Ringing.* "Just a minute, we're trying to force the cabinet open, won't be a sec." *hold music. Ohhhhh, hold me now... hold my heart.... stay with meeeee* "Okay. Got it. It's $250." "Thank you." *I hang up.* If I'm making it sound quick or easy, I'm telling it wrong. Geez, and people bite on Telstra for bad service. 4 comments|post comment

EVOLUTION. [15 Aug 2009|11:52am] [ music | Take On Me - Reel Big Fish ] Downloaded Space Invaders: Infinity Gene for my iPod after a glowing review from Co-op. Really really addictive. It starts in the basic format and then evolves from there new weapons are gained (including lock-on missiles, a homing laser, and a wave-motion gun that fires horizontal lines in a spread), you're rewarded for chaining enemies or destroying while invading, you gain the ability to move all over the screen, not just left-to-right, and as a result, the enemies get different, tougher, & quicker. This alone woulod be worth the $5.99 pricetag. But then, of course, it gets better with the "Music"mode. Music mode lets you choose one song from your library, then designs a stage around it. BPM, melody, the spikes in the soundwave, all these effect terrain, background, enemy frequecy, level speed, rate of enemy fire, the works. I gave it an experiment with the following songs: - Acetone by The Crystal Method: fast, zig-zagging terrain with enemies that dodged in and out of the screen, firing occasionally. - Winnepeg is a Boiling Pot Of Cranberries by Venetian Snares: Fairly wide-spaced terrain features, but with enemies that can appear randomly throughout the stage, all set over a running laser background. - Adelaide by Ben Folds: No terrain, enemies coming in waves during the piano crescendos. (the only one of these levels I finished) - Ace Of Spades by Motorhead: surprisingly slow level, wide-spaced terrain, slow enemies that suddenly spew clouds of bullets at you. -Air Near My Fingers by The White Stripes: Slowish level, moderately fast enemies that just keep coming, firing in evenly-spaced geometrical patterns. -Radio Song by the Cat Empire: Pretty red-to-blue gradient background, no terrain, but once the bassline kicks in, it's a solid wall of enemies you need to shoot your way through. But the killer, the one that I tried twice, the one that absolutely destroyed me was Take On Me. I last 30 seconds. Extremely fast level & enemies, narrow tunnels of zigzagging terrain, enemies sweeping in in wings, spraying shots in a spiral. See? No good comes of A-Ha. 1 comment|post comment

App-licable. [08 Aug 2009|01:04am] A friend just got an iPhone, and I offered to recommend some aps to him. These are my go-to apps. I do experiment now and again, but these are what I come back to: App Name App Type App SubType Comments iExpenseIt Finance Expense tracker I use this for tracking the money I spend on shirts and cocktails and stuff (where I need to know it balances out). Also useful when you think "It's the end of the week. Where's all my money?" Worms Game Action Just like the Game Boy, DS, or whatever version with all weapons and levels. Space Deadbeef Game Arcade-Style Shooter Side-scrolling shooter. Fun times. Spore Game RPG A mini-version of the real thing. Flight Control Game Skill-based A very popular Air Traffic Control game. Far more fun than it sounds. Dactyl Game Skill-based Very quick I-need-to-kill-5-minutes game. Defuse the bombs in time! TapDefense Game Tower Defence A good (free) beginner Tower Defence game, just enough to get you hooked. FieldRunners Game Tower Defence The next step, with place-anywhere towers and path-building. GeoDefense Game Tower Defence The big daddy. Tower Defence with Geometry-Wars-style effects and a crazy difficulty level Star Defense Game Tower Defence Tower Defence in 3d on a globe. A good game for when you're sick of Geodefence kicking your ass. KarmaStar Game Turn-based Strategy Cute, quirky stat-based Strategy game involving dice-rolls & attacks. I Can Haz Cheezburger Humour Picture Feed For all your daily LOLs. Urbanspoon Lifestyle Restaurant Finder Great for picking where to eat. You can also use the randomise feature to come up with something out of nowhere. Stanza Reader Book Ereader Reads PDF e-books (for free). Also can have new (pirated) ebooks uploaded from a desktop app. iVerse Reader Comic eReader Actually a series of apps, each one representing an issue of a comic. Some free, some not. Ebay WebApp eBay Just what it says on the tin. Facebook WebApp Facebook Just what it says on the tin. Twitteriffic WebApp Twitter My go-to Twitter app, until the 3.0 Software update made it go screwy on the iPod touch. Easy to use, plus easy re-tweeting and marking for later. Twitterfon WebApp Twitter Twitter app, part two. Visually similar to Twitteriffic, but actually works on the touch. Also has auto-twitpic, auto-friend-name-add, and other nifty features. TweetDeck WebApp Twitter Organises tweets into columns. Some like it, but it's not my favourite.         1 comment|post comment

Fyeh. [23 Jul 2009|11:52pm] So I get another call today, from the shirt people (you know, the ones I feel like I do nothing but complain about lately?) this morning, confirming that yes, I will be making the shirts for them by Saturday, and that I can bring in the shirts on Friday and Tim will give me the money. So later on, I'm at home, with chilli con carne simmering, and I'm looking up the design (as yes, I had deleted MY designs in a fit of pique) that they want when I discover something. My google-search leads me to the musician's MySpace page, which leads me to two realisations: 1) MySpace is awful Even loading up someone's page makes my Firefox crash and makes me want to run back to my Facebook. B) When these people were originally calling me 5 or 6 times a day to quibble over what I was going to theoretically do, one of them mentioned casually that Tim had said I was good with Photoshop, and could I put the logo onto one of the promo pics and that they'd give me credit for the design, as well as for the t-shirts. I said okay, and sent them a basic logo spot, then 3 or 4 half-assed attempts of mine to make the photo cooler, saying that they weren't finals, but just me messing around with ideas, and to tell me what they thought. This email was responded to with the 7 weeks of silence, so I figured they didn't think much. Well, what I found on the MySpace page was one of my designs which they'd clearly liked, as it's the Australian street poster for the tour. It's on the MySpace as such, with no credit to me listed. Now, I get not giving me the shirt credit, because I didn't do them (except the two prototypes), but that? Come on! It's my work! Tanja pointed out that she didn't see much of a change, so I'll let you judge: Here's the original picture. Then the logo they sent me. And this is what I made in 10 minutes. So the question is: Did I change it enough to make the new work my intellectual property? Not that I want to kick up a big stink, but it just mad me angry(er). To top it all off, I got ANOTHER call this evening from them, wanting to meet me tomorrow, even saying they'd drag Tim along. They then asked about the shirts again, and I confirmed they'd be ready tomorrow. They sounded presently surprised. So why did they want to meet with me if not to pick up the shirts? So I probably won't give them a serve when I see them tomorrow, as I'm nonconfrontational and polite (read: gutless) so I'll probably express my concerns as a "goshdarnit, haven't I been worried" joke and I won't be heard. But hey. For all I know they want to apologise. And if you belive that, I have a use Death Star to sell you. 2 comments|post comment

Required: One Padded Room [21 Jul 2009|09:07pm] [ mood | frustrated ] [ music | White Riot - The Clash ] As I discussed here (4th paragraph), I had been approached in early June to do some shirts for a promotions company. Well, after 7 weeks of silence, I got a phone call while waiting for the train this morning.   “Oh, yes, it’s So-and-so. Can we still get two shirts with just the name, not the design?” “Ummm, I suppose. I still have the shirts I bought last time.” “Yeah, those will do. Can we have them by Saturday?” “Ummm. I guess.” “Okay, do you have other So-and-so’s number?” “No. And I can’t write it down. I’m at a train station.” “I’ll call you later when you’ll be able to write it down.” *click*   It took me a moment, but then I was so angry I wanted to thrash around and scream. 7 freakin’ weeks!?!? No word? I mean, come on! I’m a cottage industry and I’m more professional than these mooks. I don’t even know if I have the designs anymore, as I’ve deleted most of them thinking, oh I don’t know, that I’d never hear from them again!   So (since I have the inability to say no to people who want to pay me), I’ll do their two shirts, and then I’ll give them a serve. I might type it, so I can get the tone right.   Sigh. It’s hard out there for a pimp t-shirt maker.     Lucas Brown | Proxy Champignon Master of Brainthinking   2 comments|post comment

Post Script [27 Jun 2009|05:35pm] (ironic, because I'm writing this before I write the actual script.) I always feel wierd seeing people I like hanging out with people I violently dislike. I know, I know, people have the right to be with who they want to, but it always bugs me. If it were a court case, I would say it speaks to their credibility and judgement. That sounds a bit harsh, but, in an admittedly childish and immature way, I think "Hmm, is that the kind of person they actually like? Does that mean a) that they don't like me or b) that my judgement of the person I dislike is not correct ie that everyone likes them but me?" I don't know, I guess my insecurities are showing, but anyway. post comment

Shirts [27 Jun 2009|05:33pm] As I went up to Oporto to get my lunch today, I walked through the street market they have in Newtown every Saturday. As always, there are people just selling random stuff, like belts made from recycled materials, old albums and CDs, books of all sorts, and the inevitable t-shirt printers. Now, most of the people at markets who do t-shirts are screen printers, with a few tie-dyers and tailors/seamstresses thrown in. Nobody seems to do shirts they way I do. Admittedly, the method I use (cutting the stenicls, then painting with brushes) is not the most efficient, easiest or most practical way of doing things, but it does give me a level of control that I enjoy. However, lately I've been thinking hard about my printing. My first thinkings were in the vein of more artisitic and impressive (read: difficult) designs to really how what I can do. That line of thinking has been difficult to develop, seeing as the majority of the shirts I do are demand-focused (ie I do what people ask me to do), so these new shirts would pretty much be for me. Also, Stencil Revolution, which was my main source of inspiration, was shut down about a year ago, and has not really gotten back on its feet since. I've come up with a few sort of meta-design examples (my Irgendwas Auf Deutsch one, or a few based on the cartoons of Phil Somerville such as "Tragically Born Without A Logo" (overlaid on a collage of logos I've done for other people, such as the Firetrybe logo, the Carbon Cowboy Design I did for Phil, a Triforce with wings and others) and "Due to computer error, this t-shirt is completely free of advertising," (directly above my logo, heh), but I'm not getting the oomph I wantedto. Most people just assume I got them at JayJays or something and don't give my shirts a second look. As for my process, it's actually cost me a few jobs. It's fairly difficult to accurately mass-produce shirts, as they never quite turn out identical, and paint builds up on the stencils, make each use afterward less accurate. Large areas of solid colour are also a problem, as it's tough to get a smooth, even shape with clean edges. I made some shirts for a local band that turned out not-so-great because their logo was a large yellow oval (large area of solid colour) with the band name on it and they wanted a dozen shirts, but couldn't afford good ones, so had cheap $3 shirts, which were so thin they barely held still under my brush. The results were less than stellar, and I've never heard from them again. Recently, the mother of one of my workmates called me to ask if I could print some shirts for a singer she is doing promotion work for. She sent me a design which was very easy, but said that design was from the last tour and they wanted a newer one. We talked for a bit and after I dissuaded her from putting words on the back of jeans, she said she'd get back to me. A few weeks pass. I suddenly get a call, and after a few confused moment, realise who it is, and that yes, she's still interested. After debating every tiny detail of what she wants (to a ridiculous degree, taken two further calls, each spaced about 5 minutes apart while I'm at work), we agree to two prototype shirts using the new design and then many more to come later. I buy two blanks and wait on the email. She calls again to make sure the shirts I got are the right type, and casually asks me to photoshop the logo onto the promo picture, since I'm "good at those sorts of things." The email comes and the design is, in a word, impossible. It's a spanish-style cross with so many criss-crossing loops and whorls and patterns that even if I could cut a stencil, it would be impossible to use more than once and would probably break apart. I photoshop the image though, even throwing together a few cool effects and a couple different versions and send them back, with my worries about the design. I mention that maybe they could come up with a simple design for the shirt for me to do. I get a short email back saying they would run it by the artist and get back to me. I've heard nothing back. It's been 3 weeks. I even did the plaintive email of "Are we still doing the prototypes?" and got nothing. So anyway. The reason I brought up the markets is that the designs I see at markets are always awesome and original and different. They're huge, sprawling, detailed (whereas my designs are usually limited to A4 or A3 size due to my printer). Also, they're mostly selling the shirts for $10 or $15 dollars. I sell mine for $20, and though Tanja keeps saying I should raise my prices for the amount of work I put in, I feel bad asking more (possibly due to being afraid that someone will tell me my work isn't worth more). So even if I pony up the dough to get a large stock of blanks, find some designs that can compete, I'm still going to be two stalls away from people who are better at it, can mass-produce, and are selling for less. Basically, it makes me wonder if this is ever going to be more than a hobby for me. post comment

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