pottsie

am waiting to go out and have a beer...... a mate's going to call, going to meet him for a beer at the sensational rose hotel in chippendale, then scoot across town to see my girl and go and watch wallace and gromit! booya. wouldn't mind having a massive one with my friends tonight but i foolishly promised friday night to the girl earlier on the week not taking into account that feeling of needing to pursue hedonism in its most alcohol fueled and boorish form that overtakes me at the end of the working week. mmmm getting smashed. mmmmm will have sex and watch animated film instead. probably a better option. mates or dates? or mates up the date? or dates up the mate?

am mixing this redbull motorcross thing at work, the "x-fighters" show in mexico and madrid, where these nutcases do insane jumps inside tiny bull fighting rings to hordes of appreciating mexicans and spanish people. kind of cool. will be in tomorrow working on it too probably.... am still coming to grips with the technology. now getting into hard core technical sound engineering, stuff my arts degree didn't really prepare me for. but if you want to know how to convert a 25fps dolby-e bit stream into a 24fps (which is actually 23.965 fps) dolby e-bit stream, while maintaining phase coherencing and performing loss-less time and pitch shifting, just give me a call. its always a good conversation starter at dinner parties.

fuck this, my friends taking too long, i'm skipping the beer and going straight for sex and wallace and gromit. i can't write wallace without thinking of the hotness that is wallace.

you know those rambling journals entries that are kind of like verbal diahorea typed out and submitted? you just read one. i'll write some wild story soon i promise. have a good weekend. get into it