Saturday, 31 August 2013

Finally a sunny medieval day on the Old castle

Couple of pickies from the first medieval fair in YEARS that wasn't dreary rain. There's more, I just wanna work on some more of Kimi's stuff for a while, then I'll get back to these :))

Friday, 30 August 2013

Lost In Translation for the fourhundreth time

... I soooo like this movie, so so much. I watch it periodically ... all the time. In fact if I was into drama, this would probably be even more favourite than Priscilla, and Sofia Coppola is certainly one whose work I can always look at ...


But I cannot help to think poorly on how Charlotte behaves towards her husband, at least until she starts making friends. I happen to know how damn hard it is to book gigs of that magnitude  and I also happen to have a spouse who tends to act actively bored while I'm trying to work. We don't have the same outdoor pace. To me indoor is just a phase between action and to him action is just the necessity between indoors. So if I ask him or if he comes with me to a shooting job, I am constantly aware of how unhappy he is being there. For some reason he simply cannot see the locations or the people or the technicalities or even the rewards of what enthrals me - which can be very, very frustrating. We always had discussions about what if I have to leave someplace really cool for a week, but he would refuse to come with me. I would hate to be away from him. But he would hate to wait for me in the hotel room. I am not sure I resent that, as we are all different, but I certainly cannot relate to it. I love the opportunity to be housed and fed and left for half a day in places that are unfamiliar. If the roles were reversed, I would be over the moon. Sleeping with him at night, eating with him in the morning, but on my own during the day? In a foreign city? That would be the ideal arrangement. The last thing I would do is hate my idleness while he's doing his job.
      ... Of course on the other hand when it's time to do our taxes, i throw a screaming fit and throw things and he nails it within an hour.
     So that much about that.

Shooting Kimi today...

... it's way past midnight, so I probably shouldn't be doing any more editing (or typing, for that matter ... or eating chocolate raisins), or there's no telling what will become of the shots, but we had fun and it was magnificent having a sitter after all this time. (One that was not a plant, I mean.) So, sleepy time for now. And I'll be back in a few days :) Or a few doggie walks :))

Thursday, 29 August 2013

Math in wilderness ...

 (or Why I love sunflowers...)

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Well.. I've mustared the courage to go see another Slovenian film...

... I thought I was going to die.

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

HNTM interesting gifs

Holland's NTM6 has this interesting gif thing going on... I am not yet sure how they did that, but I wanna find out...

Back from visiting G

Such a lovely drive back. I was almost alone on the afternoon road, winding among the gorges and valleys. I could drive slowly and watch trekkers and cyclists and cows. The sky is being a diva, so it was very dramatic. I went to have dinner with parents, as I didn't feel like going home just yet. 

No words to say how much I love kissing my husband. I just claimed him, in that tiny, noisy room (you can hear everyone outside) and kissed, kissed, kissed on the wide uncomfy bed. Two hours passed like a blink. We never took any clothes off at all. We just kissed. And tangled and talked and kissed. Compatible like Legos. Kissing, kissing, kissing. 

Am contemplating going to see a this-country movie (I really never do that, I can't stand the movies this country produces in general), a gay thing about two handsome babes, meeting in the capital. I've seen one other by this director a very, very long time ago, and remember not hating it. Of my four open fee issues, one of them actually delivered way ahead of time (a tiny one), so I can pay for my own popcorn for a change.

Am also contemplating a photo shoot. It's been a while. I'm not even sure anymore, what to do. Just go with it when the time comes, I suppose? Yeesh, it's not like sex or swimming. I'm sure I'll manage something!

And I read how someone is suing Trump's "University", where for a honest fee of 35 grand, you got to listen to useless lectures by no-names and in the end take a photo of yourself with Trump's cardboard standee. And people wonder where the guy gets all his money from. Retards.

Fuck elves

Oh, and I remembered the third thing that bothered me from updates this morning .. I saw this picture and this quote from the actress who plays god knows who in Hobbit.

Killing? Really? Killing? Because that's what people who love Hobbit want to see? Killing? You're gonna put in another fucking elf with six foot extensions to do more killing?How is this a movie about battles and slaughter and who guts whom with what? Who are these fucking elves? As I remember it, there were only two elves worth naming in Hobbit: one was kind and wise and good (Elrond) and the other was a fucking asshole (Thranduil). I was fine with that, because elves are supposed to represent a kind of polarity in sage ambition (same as wizards) – you can go right and be a spiritual, well read entity of legend, or you can go wrong and you can act as a total dick. Thranduil was a total dick. Everybody knew that. He knew that. That was a whole point. And I understand you need to continue to up the ante on fighting the actual villains (admittedly, interesting addition to Thorin's consta whining), but now we not only get that idiot Orlandobloomiel fifteen years later, shooting more arrows and doing more fake-lens-wide-eyed glaring, as if that's all this movie is about. (I don't mind him doing it three times in an eleven hour saga. But taking time away from Beorn for more CGI Legolas is lame.) Seriously, as if killing took talent and courage. Any moron thug can manage admirably well.
I imagine my problem with »who's the best dressed bully« is because I have gotten to that final stage in playing Warcraft, where I dare to be the tank. Tank is the most complicated and responsible role one can play. (Except if you ask twelve year old boys. Than it's real easy.) There are usually 12 players to every tank in 25 raid groups. Or, the regular deal, five people and one of them is a tank. The other complicated role is that of a healer, but there are three healers to a tank in raids. In a group of 25 players, among six healers, you can be pretty stupid and the group will still pull through. But not easily so, if you're a bad tank.
So now, I'm playing a tank. Rockstar had to help me with the first twenty levels and explained the basics which I live by to this day. Those were good tips. Vital, in fact. And after a while, you get to predict stuff that will make the job harder. It's never the trick of being a good player in a good group. It's doing the salvaging of difficult that makes a solid performer (agree, elves?)
Here are some of my favorite responds to retarded co-players.
Me: »Hunter, please turn the growl off your pet. It's pulling apart my CC (crowd control).«
Them: »Just be a better tank.«
(Once you get all the mobs to fight YOU, everyone else can do their part. But if a growling pet breaks it and it does repeatedly, everyone else is consta interrupted. There’s no winning against huntards.)
Me: “Hunter, please turn off the aspect of the pack.”
Them: “Why?”
(After 60 levels, you would think that they would notice that being under that aspect makes your character unable  to move or cast when struck?)
Them: »Big pulls, please. Or let the druid tank, he's pulling whole rooms.«
Me: »Yes, because being able to pull the mobs is what's important in a tank.”
(Any idiot can – and usually does – pull lots of mobs on themselves. Keeping them on and staying alive during is where the focus comes in.”
Rogue tanks. (Rogues are the fastest moving roles and have the tendency to think themselves the most amazing, but the problem is, but sticky bit is, they are wearing leather, not plait.)
Folk who sign in as DPS, but are in fact in tank spec and tank needs and tank spells. But can’t play for shit, so when they break the CC and the healer dies and then everyone else, it’s my fault. They will loot my gear, though. For their “off” spec.
And my favorite by far, from a healer: Big pulls, please. (Me: “Will you be able to keep up?”) I will, but you are kind of weak.
(It’s super easy to pull whole rooms and even to control them, but of course the healer needs to be able to heal, otherwise bye bye muchachos. If they are too lazy or too dumb, though, it is of course your gear that’s the issue. Not his.)
So spare me the Pai Mei bullshit. Who’s the biggest bully in da cave is NOT something to celebrate your culture upon.

Debates about .. well, stuff on-line. One's an article about the cynicism of people who suggest the kidnapped survivor as a family murder is in fact the perpetrator. Well, as cynical as it may be, people have good reason to consider that possibility. How often do crimes in fact revolve around the lone survivor? And more over, how often the teenage girl is the one who inspired it in the first place? Teenage girls can be a dirty force. They can do gruesome, gruesome things to perfectly okay people. It is the easiest thing in the world for a little bitch like that to accuse her teacher or whoever of harassment and this will be super fun for her. She will be popular, she will have twitter feed for a month! She considers nothing of consequences for the accused and those stains really never go away. Yet alone, how much damage is done to kids with actual confrontations, that then nobody believes. Sorry, but when it comes to teenage girls, people have the right to be a little bit cynical.
The other is summertime romance. Speaker on the radio yesterday mention how probably right this minute there’s someone in the back of their parents’ car, weeping their heart out, driving away from their one true soul mate, the love of their lives, the one they will never love like ever again … Oh, how we all had these. Being mean and aloof towards someone for ten days, then on the twelfth you kinda get to talk to them and get to know them and get to admit they’re kind of cool and then on the thirteenth, you share a moment of total and utmost erotica and passion, kissing them and allowing them to touch your boob or you touching their boob… And then the cruel and bitter fate rips you away from them forever!
Ah, youth. I remember it now a lot more fondly than it actually way. And I certainly wish I did some things differently. Mostly appreciated certain things more. Given things. Things, taken for granted. Like, how is it completely forgivable for a fourteen year old to be driven to a nice, nice vacation, housed in a lovely apartment, fed great food, bought summer clothes and swimwear and entertained and protected – and all the while you get nothing back but consta bitchiness and ingratitude.
By the way, I enjoyed watching We’re The Millers. There’s a scene in which he’s describing the kind of a haircut he wants. That’s just precious.
Now I’m off to get my first haircut in, hm, twenty years? I mean professional. Not by a kitchen knife or paper scissors, the way I normally do it. I mean by actually someone who got schooled for this.
No idea what to expect.

Monday, 26 August 2013

little Lara Helbel (all grown up)

Rummaging though disks to clear out space, finding old unpublished stuff, remembering my humble photographic beginnings :))

General's joke of the week ..

The man really is one of a kind. He's been in the spa for a DAY and already he's making plans to come FROM his vacation HOME for the WEEKEND...

Which should tell you something about our marriage :D

Second season of The Newsroom (up to S02E07)

... Love the way it's going. Love the way it's done. And I love you can't really compare it to much else on TV these days.

Spent the whole morning listening to Bach. Some because every suite gives a different heartbeat to a soul, but mostly because I thought John Noble's role in The Good Wife (which I saw a long time ago,) was overwhelming.

Very rainy outside. Just politely mourn-ous. Can't call him yet, as he's a late sleeper, but certainly thinking about him all the time. Fuck, but he feels so very far away. The next room is fucking too far away. Some people are ridiculously addictive.

He's in one of the little houses in the middle of the picture. The middle ones. Didn't even notice the lake behind them while I was there. I was distracted by my passion for unpacking :D