Ow. Small guilt pang for not writing on here in nearly a week. The horror. I have a small pile of things that I intend to write about, but apparently just leaving them alone and checking back here doesn’t result in their appearance. I could make excuses about how busy I am, about all the time consuming diversions that have popped up but that’s life isn’t it? And everyone’s got
Thanks to the initiative of my chum (thanks buddy) you can now follow me on Twitter: @paul_macauley I’m still getting to grips with it, but it’s fun (if potentially very time consuming…). Hopefully it’ll be running long enough for me to get used to it, before it’s rendered obsolete by newer technology that allows people to fire lists of their favourite colours or whatever via kitten spoon straight into the
Isn’t that just typical? I go away for one week and the site goes down. As it turns out it wasn’t anything big, just some people who wanted some money. Vultures. Literally vultures; a consortium of savvy air-bound investors. vulture capitalists if you will. Anyway, it’s all fine now. Apologies to those of your for whom this site is akin to oxygen in its necessity to your survival. If I
Pssssssssssshhhhhhhhaaaoooooooww, info burst… Son Of Movie Bar is a fun monthly film networking night and meeting of people of that sort of inclination. It is held on the first Tuesday of every month, hence the title of this post. I dare you to find another Tuesday in August 2009 that occurs before the one I’ve mentioned above. Ha! You can’t, can you? I win! Ah, another inexplicably empty pistachio shell-like
I’ve finally got round to finishing putting together some stuff on freezedriedham for the site (link on the bar up there!). freezedriedham was the name given to our formative production company/guerilla media platoon/boys club and was where I got to the opportunity learn a nugget or two about writing and production in a practical kinda way. It was like film school, but cheaper and with people you’d actually call friends.