Archive for May, 2008
Murder in the night
Monday, May 19th, 2008
After working all weekend, more than anything I wanted to get my portfolio up and then get a good night’s sleep. I “sort of” got my portfolio up (I’m still no jquery expert, so some tweaking needs to be done), and settled down to sleep. After an hour of “Ring my bell” in my head (catchy dance tune, not a great sleeping song), I finally got my eyes closed.
I was jolted awake in the middle of the night by an animal being murdered outside the window. It sounded like a fox, maybe a baby fox, being attacked. It was desperate to get away, moaning and screaming. This continued for about 10 minutes. Should I do something? What could I do? It would take me 3 minutes to get downstairs and outside. And then it got worse, and I could hear the moment it died. You don’t actually often get to listen to an animal being slaughtered, and it made me unsettled to realize that I didn’t do anything. Should I have?
Update: Someone told me that this could have just been the female fox during the mating process…. scary!
Bare with the teething pains
Thursday, May 8th, 2008
This is my first wordpress site, my first time using a database and basically anything dynamic, so my site is all over the shop right now. Please–this is not how it will look very soon, I promise!
Side note: if you’re thinking of using Fasthosts.co.uk, think again. I am not an angry person by nature, but their service has been TERRIBLE and they refuse to allow me to have a flickr stream into here. RUBBISH!!!
The goat with banksy
Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
During the Cans Festival this past weekend, I really wanted to try out spray painting. I spent the whole weekend before cutting out stencils. When I got there, the guy asked me how big it was, and told me he had a great place for me. He proceeded to take me over to where Banksy’s work was, and told me to paint on the same bit of wall. I said, “Uh! I can’t!” and he said, “No, Banksy said that all the space is to be filled.” With trembling hands I began to take out my stuff.
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