Just in case you haven't been paying attention and were thinking that just because the top of the page hadn't changed that nothing was changing, I will direct your attention here to the Dr Dave "life on the streets" comment blog. I've decided that it's super cool that Dr Computer 3 has been doing all the hard work and updating my site for me while I've been working so ultra mega super hard on assignment action.

Took my bike, blades and some other random stuff to the house in Newfarm this afternoon / evening and had all you can gobble sushi and other assorted asian stuff at West End with Lukeileilieoeileieio(unemployed) and his Bag-O-Jes.

The film isn't yet finished, but the edit and colour correction (as opposed to rotoscoping, a 12 second example of which was in the last post) are all but done. Now all that remains is: rotoscoping. Ouch.

This 12 second sample of the effect we want for the piece took me about 4 hours spread over 2 different 29600x2180px photoshop images. Leetle bit of maths tells us that: 4/12*60*6 = 120 hours of work to get whole film done. Hopefully (well definitely, but we'll go with hopefully) this isn't really an accurate figure. The transition I chose to work on was one of the most complex in the film, and there's some chunks which don't need colour in them at all, which will cut down to maybe.. Random figure taken out of the air... 90 hours of photoshopmonkeying.

I've found a nifty tutorial on rotoscoping video with After Effects, but I'm not sure if it will give the same sexy effects as Jaymis' painstaking photoshop work. We checked out Premiere's Black and White video effect in comparison with photoshop's desaturation. Premiere's render looked rather crappy and had lost loads of mid-tones, so I thinik I'm just going to go ahead with the photoshop method and hope it doesn't implode my brain or the brains of my group as we are working as trained monkeys to get this bad boy finished.

Time to start clicking buttons.

Oh, and for the inquisitive (me) that last post was about 900 words, and the comments (mostly via Dr BustedPeen's fingers) were about 2700 words. Yes I have recently tortured a rather weak assignment out of my brain one paragraph at a time.

Also: I really like clouds (Camera: Siemens S55 addon camera. Yep, they're worthwhile)

'Dr Dave "life on the streets" comment blog.'

Recently, people have begun mistaking me for a homeless person.

The normal people walking around I guess I could understand. Someone curled up under a dirty trenchcoat on a public bench = homeless. Okay, its not true, but its not like it changes anything.

But recently the homeless people have started thinking I'm homeless. They dont boong my money or ciggarrettes (one of those double letters is correct, that will do) anymore. They've started asking me if the food van was coming tonight. Then other person will ask me if I knew what time. Sure, I was sitting where it turns up, but that doesn't automaticly give me hobo status.

They've started asking me where I've been sleeping. How long have I been out here for.

I pretty quickly kill their misconceptions. I'm not homeless. I'm not even slumming it. I'm just sitting on a bench.

But I've been talking to the hobos. They are kind of cool. Because when you're sitting around with them, you're entirely invisible to the rest of the population. They don't look at you because they think you'll scab their money or steal their clothes or just stab them because you're insane.

And - most of them wont.

They have shit lives though. I felt bad getting involved in their shit lives, when my life isn't particularly shit. But they don't hold it against you.

Give them your cash. You don't really need it as much as you think.

In other news, there was this guy at the train station today who kept moving in front of me and facing me.

I didn't want to look at him, so I'd move or turn around, and he'd wander over and face me again.

I told him to fuck off and he ran away.

There are some goddamn weird monkeys out there.

(i dont love homeless people all that much - jay use your phone cam in change rooms. its more fun now because its illegal)

Or wont be fucked.

This is going to be a quick visit, since there is one smelly motherfucker in here.

Bye.

(thats how smelly he is)

I hope he's gone to shower.

I dont really have anything to say unless you happen to be jaymis or the bag of poser tesosterone fuckwit puffa shit who called me a junkie and tried to pick a fight with me on the train.

If you do happen to be that person I would like to say: Fuck you. Just because I got on the train at Redfern and happen to be quite thin doesnt mean I'm a junkie. When you fell asleep I carefully took the cigarette from behind your ear and snapped it. Don't get me wrong. I WANT you to die of lung cancer, I did it because you gave me shit and then fell asleep, leaving you ripe for retribution. I had a permanant pen with me. If I wasnt worried you'd wake up and punch me in the mouth, you would have had 'fuckwit' written on your head. I hope that was your only smoke and I hope you really wanted it.

And only spivs keep cigarettes behind their ears.

Of course I normally wouldn't have bothered, but it was making the cute young girl (the one you also gave shit to) giggle. And cute giggling girls make my nob melt.

I hope you read this, then I hope you die. At least I know one is inevitable.

And if you happen to be jaymis: <3. I want us to have babies, and really fuck their heads up.

Its a shame the most interesting things I have to say all involve public transportation.

I have to go now, because I originally typed that as pubic transformation (because I'm high) and its making me laugh (because I'm high)

And the sillyness comes to an end:
Now.

Hahaha I'm glad you snapped the guy's cigarette.

<3

I have no internet at home either. Sucks, doesn't it? So I do it all from work. Which probably means I'm going to get asked by someone here at work why I've been in a "spanking chatroom".

Do your own site Dave.

This is dave's site. My site is dave's site, my camels are his camels.

And yes, when I get wives, My wives are to keep the fuck away from Dave and his mangled knob.

Snapping the guy's cigarette was a stroke of beauty and genius. I wish I could have been there and captured it on film... Just like when Dave finally expires on a concrete staircase somewhere.

Click click click click.

Your reverse pyscology dreck wont work on me commie. I am trè smart.

Not to mention incredibly lazy.

And if it WAS my site, I wouldn't update it, I'd just leave it around to gather mold.

Then I'd roll it up and smoke it.

This comment is fuckin weak, but its not front page anymore so its unlikely that anyones going to read it.

And I dont let people take photos of me. They steal your soul and create concrete evidence of how badly you got shafted in the looks department.