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Here is the second version of Boy With The Camera!
It might not look that different to most of you but I replaced a lot of the pictures and added some more pictures and changed the edit a little bit.
There are still a lot of images which I will resource over time.
Step 1: Open the book.
Step 2: Read all available text and marvel at all available beautiful pictures on the double page.
Step 3: Turn the page.
Step 4: Repeat steps 2 and 3.
Step 5: When the book is now showing its back cover to you, due to your strict obedeince of these steps, repeat all of the steps.
So here's what I can do:
The government believed in peace and killed anyone who opposed it.
So DebraLou challenged me to make a hecticism (yes I did just invent that) about the colour blue. Here it is. Some of the footage might look a little different because I altered the colours to bring the blue out. Some of the footage plays backwards, I mean why not? I also played around with masking and made LydiaSaskia's walking feet show only the blue shoes by themselves. I cleared up the audio on eaneikciv's Sad in Mississippi (which is so cute). It's not 100% clean because I didn't want it to sound too distorted.
For those of you who don't know, when I was editing The Boy With the Camera almost two years ago, I got a little distracted and started editing random records which resulted into Hecticism. It was quite fun and I encourage more people to try it out. I might start a collab about it soon...
Also the video at 1:38 is taken from archive.org: https://archive.org/details/8539_R458RC_12-8-9_1622_LA_color
The vegetarians ate the vegetables...
So the vegetables decided to eat all the vegetarians.
The coat was hanging innocently on a hook on the back of my door. It was a horrible coat. It just was. I hated everything about it. It was just so cheap and stupid and I'd had it for years. Yet I had to wear it. I could bear the cold of the winter without it, but my mother insisted I start wearing it. Today. I try to yank it off the hook, but it won't budge. I'd have to carefully lift it off to avoid any fabric damage.
I hold onto the coat and lean backwards. Eventually something breaks and I fall backwards. As I get up, I realise it's not the coat, it was the hook that has broken off the door.
I put my arms into the sleeves and walk downstairs. As soon as I arrive, my mother forces me to starighten it out so it looks less awkward.
As we're on our way to school and work in the car, I think about why I hate the coat so much. I think it's because it's just one of the many signals that keeps on alerting me of the same message: this is the end of an era.
The end of a beautiful, workfree summer. Sure, the smmer holidays ended long ago, but even before they started, there was this relaxation in life. A calmness. The sun shined occasionly and it rained a lot but it was bearable weather.
Now, it was back to work. Now the only thing to look forward to was Christmas. It seems less important this year though. Perhaps I'm just older but nothing seems that worthwhile. Even summer.
Everything feels different. Maybe it's just the bitter cold.
I thought this gif and this tiny story were perfect for each other. It took a lot of work as I'm not used to working with gifs and I did make a few accidental changes to the text but I think it's relatively acceptable.
If it's not, have mercy on my soul.
Or you can comment and I can change it whenever.
So I'w's takin' this guy down t'Queen's Lid,
Real posh place by t'London Eye,
When I noticed this Gentleman Squid.
He was standin' outside, smokin' fags,
All on his own, in the freezin' cold.
"A gentleman squid?
Wha's that then?"
Asked my mates.
This Gentleman Squid had a squid's head,
And a man's body with a suave suit.
You could tell he was rich and well read.
When he saw me, he put out his fag,
And strolled over to my ink black cab.
"Wow a gentleman squid
Where did he go?"
Asked my kids.
"King's Cross Station please," said the Gentleman Squid.
When we arrived he handed me his wallet,
And ran off havin' paid me one million quid.
"Cheers mate, keep the change," he shouted back to me,
As he scuttled out into King's Cross Station.
"What did you do after
the gentleman squid left?"
Asked the police.
I booked a flight for Spain for next May,
Courtesy of the Gentleman Squid.
Then we all packed for the holiday.
Afterwards, when we were all sleeping,
The old bill came and took me away.
"So you drove the gentleman squid
Why does that mean you're here?"
Asked my cellmates.
Turns out, the Gentleman Squid,
Was rich, cos he robbed nine banks
And he nicked that million quid.
To make a long story short,
Don't trust a Gentleman Squid.