Nickelback

So last Tuesday I went to go and see Nickelback. I would've blogged about it earlier, but hey, I'm a busy guy. As such, this post might not be very long either. Anyway, let's get on with it.

To start off with, I wasn't too keen on the idea that a band who isn't as good as Reel Big Fish would cost more than their gig, and twice more to be precise, but I was pressured into it. Like, actually pressured into it. I didn't have a choice. Not even a little bit. I was like, "Forty quid? Aaahhhh... I don't know..." and then somehow by the end of the conversation I had said yes. I do not remember saying yes, but apparently a positive notion was expressed, and therefore I had to cough over the required £40. What a fucking rip off for music. I'm glad I didn't pay any money for any of their albums.

As ever, the journey over was eventful. Josh's shitey one hundred year old sat-nav did little in the way of directing us to the ... NIA I think it's called, but either way the TomTom didn't know where on Earth that was, so we drove to Birmingham and used our instincts. That, and we followed the signs. But, it was fun, and that's the point of all of our road journeys.

Anyway, on to the actual gig. We arrived as Daughtery were playing. Joe and I figured that daughtery was like adultery but the other way round and centralised around one particular gender. I'll leave you to figure out which gender it is. OI! No peeking. Just work it out. It's not even that hard. Haven't got it yet? Females, you tit-box of epic proportions.

If you had the answer before I said it, then I do apologise and you can have a gold star. Just email me your address and I'll send one on a crow. People still use messenger crows, right?

Anyway, back to the actual gig. While we were milling around, Bekah decided to pull a funny face. A funnier face, in fact, than Josh's:

Don't think that's happened in a long while. Maybe Josh has lost his touch. At least Joe's smiling.

Anyway, if anything was going to make the gig worth going to, it was this:

MUSIC AND VIDEO! ALL IN ONE COMBINATION! It's like they had me in mind when they decided how to make the gig inventive. I know big gigs are probably like this all the time, but hey, I've never wanted to pay £40 for music before, so this was pretty big for me. I guess it makes sense, though, if they didn't do something like this then I'd have been really disappointed. Believe it or not, but I don't care much about seeing bands live unless they're not popular enough to be in a big, crowded venue like the NIA. Small bands are just fucking awesome. Anyway, Nickelback actually out-did themselves.

If any of you are nice enough, though, I've found what I want for my birthday:

It's super cool, right? A standing piano, but with cogs and shit on it!

Anyway, it definitely was worth the money in the end, and the fact that they managed to impress me made it all the more worth-while going.

Pete out.

Granite Moths - Entry #58

This week, P and Jim venture to the abandoned strip club/car park, but not is all as it should be... Watch the continuing adventure unfold.

Pete out.

New Semester!

Wooooow. So a new semester has just started, and you know what that means? It means that, once again, I'm really fucking busy. Let me briefly talk about last week.

So last week was freshers' week, which is a week in which the freshers get free stuff and drink a lot of alcohol and get the fabled "freshers flu" just in time for the start of lectures. It's pretty fun. So on Monday morning we got up at stupid o'clock and got onto campus at 9 o'stupid to film stuff. I can't really remember what even happened. I know we got lots and lots of footage and lots and lots of chinese food. Seriously, all we had to do was walk up to the booth and flash their number at them, and they gave us noodles or egg fried rice or something. It was super cool.

The second day was fun. Demon Media set up their own stall and we were standing around all day talking to people. The Wednesday was pretty much the same as well, but I had fewer people to work with, and for a few hours I was entirely alone. Over the two days we got 300 to sign up to Demon Media, and I must have talked to at least 200 of them. At the start of the two days I had barely any clue what to say to people, but by the end I had developed a routine that included the fact that we have £4000,000 worth of equipment, and that I don't know anything about the paper, and that it's really fun. I also said other things, but you know.

The Thursday was probably the most fun day of all. This was bodge day, when we got all of the Media Prod students to film random stuff and record random stuff. My first group were great. They had to make a wildlife documentary in the style of Blue's Clues with the quote, "look in the sky, a flying pig!" and they did an absolutely cracking job of it. My second group were shit, but my first group were really fucking cool.

Anyway, so that was freshers' week, which was amazing.

So now it's time to crack on and do new stuff. This term looks to be pretty fun. I've got to make some stuff in After Effects, do some TV stuff... you know, media shit. It looks like the projects will be better than last year anyway.

So yeah, I'll talk about other stuff soon.

Pete out.

ToTheRC - Session

This week, ToTheRC reveals some strange feelings and stalks Carly Rae Jepson.

Pete out.

Granite Moths - Entry #57

This entry sees the last of Jim's "scenes from the behind". What will happen? Will anyone survive? What does P do in his free time? All will be revealed.

Pete out.

WORKOUT TIPS

So this week I give you the very best workout tips to make sure you can keep track of your fitness.

Awesome postage about last night's events/the summer are coming soon.

Pete out.

My New House

On Friday (the 14th) I moved into my new house, and it's surprisingly big and spacious for a student house. Well, a student house in Leicester. The weekend in Leicester was great fun. I got to see people again, go on the radio and have a good laugh with the peeps and generally I came to understand what life would be like this year, with my new house and my new role in Demon TV.

The house, however, does have its problems.

I was just settling in, you know, finding the comfortable spots, picking my room, when I realised that a bulb had been broken in the room that I wanted. I found another room, which was practically the same but with the wrong plug layouts (trust me, plug layouts are important in a room) and so I stole the light bulb from there. Now, this being a particularly tall building, I had to stand on the bed to reach the light bulb, and it was an "only just" deal. Either way, taking the bulb out wasn't all that difficult. However, when I went back downstairs to put it in the empty bulb socket... if that's what it's called... and well, things got aggravating.

MOTHER FUCKING LIGHT BULB!

I was perched on the edge of my bed trying to get the damn lightbulb into the socket, but it just would not go in! I'm sure at least eight of you made a "that's what she said" joke. And now the rest of you have. Good, I'm glad we got that out of the way. Okay, she'd never say that. That one didn't even make sense. MOVE ON!

Okay, balance... balance... tease it in... TEASE IT! Why do light bulb shades have to get in the way so much? It's making this at least three times harder. POOF. Aha! By bending the shade outwards you can take it off its frame! How clever. Aw... but now there's really thick dust everywhere. God damn it. This better make it easier to... tease it... GOD DAMN IT.

I lost my balance all too often trying to do this. I almost decided that it wasn't worth living in this room with the correct plug socket placement, but I powered through, determined to get this damn light bulb in the damn bulb socket. I tried to find steadier alternatives, like my wheelie chair, which of course was a stupid idea because desk chairs aren't stable at all. I then moved the desk and put it next to my bed, stood on top and finally put the damn light bulb in the damn bulb socket.

FINALLY. Now I just have to put the shade back on. Okay, fold it forwards, the opposite of what you accidentally did before. It's easy. It's supposed to be easy. Why would be harder this way? That's just stupid. I SAID THAT'S JUST STUPID. THAT'S YOUR CUE TO WORK. THANK YOU. Ah... job done... Aside from all the dust that's now all over my room. Sigh. To the hooving machine!

Well after that was done, I made my bed, which was easy and then sat down to watch some Avatar, finish filming Entry #56 of Granite Moths and then render the bastard, ready to upload. I'm also reading Halo Glasslands at the moment, and if you're anticipating the release of Halo 4, I definitely recommend giving it a go since it'll explain some of the things that were unexplained prior to seeing the footage. Questions such as why the Elites would try to kill you despite the alliance that was formed during Halo 3. And I'll leave it at that to avoid spoilers. It's really interesting, and at least a million times better than the piss-poor effort Eric Nylund made of authoring his books. The stories were fine, but the writing style was so bad that I just had to read the summaries of his books on the Halo wiki. Also, if you did read Eric Nylund's books, Glasslands also picks up where Ghosts of Onyx left off. Eric Nylund was originally supposed to write this new trilogy of books, but Karen Traviss expressed interest and 343 picked the better option. Anyway, this has nothing to do with my moving in.

The light in the kitchen is one of those fluorescent strips that takes forever to turn on, and so soon I gave up using it and decided to navigate using the light of the lounge and the pantry. This turned out to be a bad idea.

Eugh, a patch of this rug is damp. But I didn't spill anything... what is that? It feels a bit like slime... Maybe someone spilled some Fairy liquid or something. I'd better turn on the light and check it out. Click.... ... ... Come on... and light! Okay, let's see what this- ah a slug! How the fuck did that get in here? Probably lived under the sink for a while. Alright, well, you're not staying in here. Out the door you go. And... fling! Man, looks like that guy didn't train to be a pilot.

I thought the slug problem had been dealt with, but when I returned later that evening to get a drink, apparently I was proven wrong.

Man, I love that Jon refrigerates filtered water. It just makes juice taste a little bit nicer. And it's cold, which is a squelch. Squelch? OH MOTHER FUCKING SLUGS! That's it, I'm leaving! You can stew there. I hope you like the taste of sole, dick hole. You can sit there and die. Normally I don't let creatures suffer, but you have entered my domain, and therefore new rules apply. Dickhead.

When I returned the next morning, all slug activity seemed to have vanished, but even so my footing was careful. That said, when I looked later on with James, the slugs had apparently multiplied and grown. I think I may have started a war with the slugs by injuring one of their princes or something. I don't fucking know. Either way we're eradicating them one way or another. It's not racist, trust. Slugs live in damp burrows and stuff. I think.  Either way, they don't live in people house. People live in people houses. You know what you can legally do in America if someone unlawfully intrudes on your property? Shoot them in the face. Same rules apply to slugs. And I've got a pellet or two for them. Hahaha, pellet. See that's funny, because you kill slugs with slug pellets, but shotguns use pellets as well. Whoa, hahah. Fricking comedy genius right here.

Uh, yeah, anyway. This weekend has been well fun, but now the countdown to the end of the summer has begun with my final week in Kettering. Dun dun dunnn....

Pete out.

Granite Moths - Entry #56

So things are getting more interesting in the world of Granite Moths. The plot is getting thicker, P's lie is getting thinner, and the DVD Rewinder is on the fritz. It's all pretty cool.

Pete out.

Pete Plays Games

Yeah, so I play a couple of games for this week's video.

What's interesting about one of the games I played, Facade, is that it is a really unique AI-based game. It's based around the idea that a couple are having an argument at the time that they invite you over for a few drinks. You can either sit there and listen to them for a while, or you can engage in the discussion yourself. The AI characters then take on board what you say and form appropriate responses. It's really, very clever. And the best part? It's free! Now I know things like this already exist in the form of search engines and Siri, but they're all keyword stuff. Okay, it's obvious that this is keyword stuff as well, but then it selects the most appropriate thing to say from its extensive list of conversational items. Sometimes it can get a little jarred, but on the most part it's very fluid and you really feel part of the moment. Until the guy kicks you out for repeatedly asking his wife to suck your balls, or have a threesome, or say that her tits look great. It's all part of the fun. One day, I may even try to do an entire run-through and see if there's an ending. Ooohhh....

Other than that, Happy Wheels is fucking hilarious.

Pete out.

Granite Moths - Entry #55

This week, Jim's scenes from the behind show an interesting new insight into the filming of Granite Moths, and also how Extra 2 hardly ever seems to talk while he is outside.

Hmm. How very interesting.

Pete out.