Posting Stuff on Films

Mon, 2 Mar 2009

Am currently editing a video for my friend Sash and introducing his Samurai Movie marathon this weekend, which is just fun and a good excercise to keep me working. Especially since I’m currently sick from work, which is really annoying, cause I get sick only once a year during the seasonal change from Summer to Winter, but that shouldn’t happen for a few more months. This flu is way too early and I blame it on global warming. To be fair, I do blame everything on global warming, well, I do if I can’t blame it on the robots first.

Last week there was a screening of the short film collection It Came From the Swamp at the Hamilton Gardens Summer Festival. I tried to attend it, but somehow got lost in the gardens and it seemed everyone I inquired had a different opinion of where exactly it was on the grounds. But from what I’ve heard, most screenings have gone down very well and Spit-Takes is a real crowd pleaser, which is great.

At the insistence of several people I’ve uploaded an old video made several years ago. Shot on no budget and for a university music video competition, this was just fun for all involved and turned out to be pretty much one of the only videos I can rewatch without cringing for some self concious reason.

So, without further blathering, I present “I Think I Can” with music by The Pillow.

Strangest Theft Ever

So it takes an out of the blue, crippling flu to get me to finally update this blog. Plenty has gone on in the last two weeks, but I’ll just detail one thing for this post.

First off my wallet was stolen one night in the most bizzare of circumstances. One night, alone in my house, I was preparing to head into town for some drinks when I realised I’d need money for a taxi, so I pulled some notes out of my drawer and put it in my wallet and left it on my desk. I left the room for a few minutes to call a cab, grab another beer and then waited for the taxi for about ten minutes.

The cab arrives and as I was leaving, I realised I didn’t have my wallet and looking where I knew I last put it, it wasn’t there. Several minutes of frantically looking, I resorted to telling the driver to just go without me.

After turning my room inside out for an hour, I thought a bit on it. I knew the window by my desk was open at the time, so looking outside, I found a few other items that were in the grass, still dry (as it had been raining all night).

So the conclusion was that after seeing me put money in my wallet, it had been taken from my window. In all the time I’ve lived at this house, there’s never been a burglary or anything like this happening. Especially considering the place is down a long driveway and my room is not visible to anyone on the road.

The usual calling of cops and cancelling of cards happened pretty soon afterwards. But what was even more bizzare was several days later, my wallet turned up again in my car. Empty of money, but the cards were still inside. Strange? Very.

Now this no doubt made me paranoid of my own sense of time and space, but fact is I checked the car several times of the night of the theft. Even had a friend looking through the car a seperate time and finding nothing. So the theif must have taken the wallet and returned it several days later.

Certainly was one of the more stranger experiences I’ve had in a while. And I’m simply gonna assume the wallet was returned after the thief realized who they had stolen from and quaked in fear at the repercussions of what they had done and tried to make nice before Batman opened a can of whoop ass on them.