I keep writing the same stuff. Some of my posts are short enough to be tweets. My girlfriend tells me I take too long on the toilet.
And for those reasons, this is the last Potty Mouth post ever.
It’s a saddish day, but I’m ready to move on to bigger and better things. Expect my blog where I analyse television shows to pop up on your Facebook and Twitter news feeds within a few weeks.
I’ve achieved a lot with Potty Mouth but it has always been a means to an end – a way of practicing how I would write for much more culturally significant blogs. Thanks for hanging around these past 6 months.
Bye for now.
Why did I read that A Storm of Swords chapter?
Ever since I audibly gasped on the Marshall-bound train this morning, I’ve been thinking about what is probably the most intense chapter I’ve read from George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series to date. At Les Mis rehearsal I couldn’t concentrate, watching the ever-so-overrated The Walking Dead I couldn’t concentrate, and doing my two assignments due tomorrow I could not concentrate.
Mr. Martin, you make a damn fine novel but boy do you know how to disrupt my day, ser.
At this time in two weeks, I will be lapping up the first day of my super-extended Summer break. Here are some goals for the holiday period that I’ve just come up with:
– Earn butt loads of money.
– Watch some great TV (I’ve notably got The Sopranos to catch up on most of all).
– Make another documentary.
– Go see mah girlfriend in Perth.
– Do some other awesome things.
These seem as good a place to start as any.
I’ve almost reached the end of post-production for my uni documentary. I’ve preferred shooting a doco to the drama we filmed last semester because I’m more emotionally invested in the topic of our film this semester and it’s going to be a real achievement when it all comes together.
Two Jay is chugging along nicely but there’s been a bit of a drought in video uploads because Final Cut Pro keeps failing to export the latest ep to YouTube. I’ve restarted the computer and hopefully we’ll see episode four online in a few hours.
The Game of Thrones project I’m working on at the moment is proving to be one of the most exciting things I’ve done this year. Currently, I’ve almost finished editing the first scene and have something massive planned for a shoot on Monday: a flyover of Melbourne.
YEH BOI. Jumping in a light aircraft and filming Melbourne like it’s no one’s business. I must say I’m puzzled about the logistics of filming this (something I’ll sort out tomorrow) and it’s definitely not without its potential risks but my pilot has flown this path before and is a total lad.
The project’s also proving a great opportunity to try out my new toy: the Canon 60D. I confess: I’m a bit of a camera noob but practice makes perfect and a feature film of roughly 60 minutes is sure to get my skills up.
I’m so tired that I almost forgot to do a post just now. I want to go back to bed so bad but uni calls.
Two Jay seems to be taking off again. I’m not getting the camera out as much as I’d like to though. I’m preoccupied with bigger things, like an hour long movie I’m making for Queen’s that parodies Game of Thrones. There’s a lot of thinking going into that and it’s taking a massive chunk out of my time but I love it and I know the end result is going to be very satisfying.
So I’m finally up-to-date with Breaking Bad and in preparation for Sunday’s mid-season finale, I thought it worthwhile to reflect on the legacy Walter White has created… in less than a year.
Yes, that’s right: these four and a half seasons have spanned across roughly a year in the Breaking Bad world. In between birthdays 50 and 51, Walt has been diagnosed with cancer, gone into remission, been complicit in a junkie’s death – subsequently causing two planes to crash into one another, has indirectly and directly murdered many men both guilty and innocent, opened a car wash and bought and trashed some spiffy cars (all while upholding the biggest reputation in the American methamphetamine trade). I like to think of myself as keeping fairly busy all the time and achieving as much as I can in as short a time as possible. But Walt puts me to shame (though I guess I don’t aspire to cook and sell meth) and if the opening of season 5 alludes true, Walt is going to make it to 52. With the current temporality of the show, Breaking Bad could consequently go for at least nine seasons but methinks we might see a ‘one year later’ happen. After all, what’s something new left for the producers to come up with?