Only a couple of hours

That’s what it took for me to re-wind my 20 balls of yarn into centre-pull cakes. I hate that word. Mais qui pu fair ? as my Mauritian friends used to ask …

Here’s something noo. From me, that is – a very small video. It is largely in an effort to impress my new friend Hannah. If she is NOT impressed I shall be obliged to commit hara kiri; and I doubt that my idol Plácido Domingo will arrive – too late or not. He just won’t be here. Sighh …


I’ve now made 10 motifs. Shall I show you ? – of course I shall. No-one gets away without seeing my very slowly incrementing stack of ’em. Hang on: I’ll take a shot …

10 out of 73. Don’t phone, I won’t answer.   [grin]


Someone else’s business

It’s terrifically frustating when you’re full of joy on someone else’s account, and not sure if she is going to post about it. I mean, am I being just interfering if *I* do …?

Possibly. Probably. But she is SO TALENTED that I cannot risk not broadcasting.

H, my dear friend whom I first met through blogging, when living in Sydney while she was living down here in Geelong, has just done her first singing exam. No, in fact she did the exam a little while back; what’s just happened is that she’s just got the results.

Honours. Of course !

H is someone who manages to combine low self-esteem with a fiercely competitive nature (how ? – whose nose ?); so although the friend she has who runs the choir H sings in pushed her to enter this first-ever singing exam several grades up while telling her “all my students get Honours” ( ! ), one might wonder if said pushing wasn’t something of a bridge a teeny bit far.

But no ! – whether or not she had real anxiety we shall never know; but the fact is that Honours have been awarded, and no-one takes that away.

Onwards and upwards ?, I asked … No; the new challenge will be theory. And that really is a challenge. H’s voice was the great assistor for the singing examination; to study for & pass a theory exam is a horse of a different colour. One must work; one has nothing to assist one but one’s brain. Yes, we know H’s brain works (most of the time), but sight-reading ? writing music ? GASP ! Bloody hard yakka, everything that comes with singing theory.

Plagal cadences ? What the— ?

ANYWAY. Anyone who knows H should congratulate her. And now I wish I were communicating with all those lovely people I blogged with all those years ago: they all know her. But with any luck, she just might post something …

No such thing as a free lunch …

A couple of weeks ago I purchased, for the magnificent sum of US44 (if I remember correctly), a software to produce animation. I did so because of the man from whom I had, much earlier, purchased a software for the creation of websites: I need to re-make Chic’s and my travel sites as they are comprised of a mishmash of ancient software that WordPress can’t handle. This web-builder is so like my beloved Dreamweaver 8 that I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity; and although I don’t like the man who sells it, when he sent around a huge rave about the animation thingy, “I’m having so much fun playing with it” etc., I thought I’d give it a go. It was, he said (more or less), as easy as falling off a log.

Guess what ? Right. It isn’t. My eyes started crossing almost as soon as I’d installed it. Yes, there are approx. 1,000 videos on every detail; but who needs software that you can’t make a move on without watching a video to enable doing anything at all ? I asked for a refund – getting which, their sales pitch insisted, was as easy as falling off a log.

I explained that I’m too old for their software, that it isn’t as easy as anyone said, and that I only bought it because the web-builder had said how much fun it was, which it wasn’t. They demurred. I insisted. They threw up their hands and refunded me, and I picked myself up from over the log.

However !

I have, since then, received roughly ten emails a day from them. Here is a small selection:

It never stops. I’ve unsubscribed too many times to remember; and I’ve written directly to them to ask them to stop sending me emails. It just keeps coming. And I can only assume that it will do so for eternity or until I kark (yes, whichever comes first !).

As for the web-builder, I haven’t even got started, yet. I will, I will. I WANT to. I’m just a bit … alarmed at the thought of all that re-learning. But 90-second Web-Builder will be utilised. At some stage.

And Animaytor ? – I have called down upon its collective head every curse I can think of. Let this be a lesson to you: US44 may get you an amazing deal; but it will also get you marketing email till the end of time.