Monday, 30 May 2011

Wardrobe Saga - part 3

Nearing the finish now!Course, you have to take a sneaky peak to see what it will look like when it is done.. But, there's still work to do! No shelves to be seen in there yet - here we go...Now. This... hurt the head to work out. One of the four shelves was always going to be just a spreader at the top, upside down so it looked good to eye level, to take the cords tied around the unusual front to back hanging rail the wardrobe had. This is what we came up with for the shelves after all other ideas failed. Double lengths of cord lashed around the rail, run to each corner of the spreader shelf, and from there down, so there would be no messing about trying to put things on a top shelf hampered by diagonal cords.

So this all looks a bit Heath Robinson - but I like that. After many different attempts at getting the top spreader shelf high enough, and level enough, with a good deal of grumping on my part (i do like it when things just work how I planned them) and a lot of knot untying and putting up with grumpiness on Duckos part, we got it done. Threading the cord through the holes drilled in each shelf and knotting them never gave a consistantly flat shelf, so, they were looped through, tightened and raised slowly, then tied off. As the spirit level shows - its FLAT bebbeh!


There wasn't going to be enough cord to wrap around each shelf, so one cord wrapped, the other ran straight through before being knotted, then on the next shelf down, the cords swapped, so the one that had gone straight through wrapped around the next, giving enough cord, and keeping the strands the same length. Soon enough, with much congratulation to Ducko - we had three level hanging shelves!

Sad to say, the local DIY store going out of business meant we got some nice handles we could afford. This is also a nice shot of just how rockin the gluing was around the lock on the door. Nope, we don't have a key for it, but it looks good!Doors screwed back on, looking all nice and shiny white against the rather magical and lucky chinese interior. You can also see the attention to detail of the map covering the side of the door as well as the front. No messin.
In situ, ready for the grand finale.

Yes... the shelves really work!
TADA!!! Only took a few months... and the cost of more than buying a new cheap wardrobe... But, it's unique, with memories built in, and I love it.

Wardobe Saga - Part 2

So... the insides are done. Time to do a bit of work on the shelves. This is turning from a wardrobe into a cupboard really, as we need the space for storage of stuff more than clothes. So, shelves had to happen. As earlier experiments showed, this was not going to be easy. Still, the old brain does like a challenge, even if it's pretty masochistic. Hanging shelves. The way forward. Just not great if you happen to get dizzy from seeing things swinging. I'm not nice to myself, but the idea was a good un. Now, just to make them.
So, with some kiln dried timber, bought to make the frame that didn't happen and the shelves that did, and some fancy measuring involving folded bits of paper - I'm SO high tech its frightening - we had the basis of a shelf. Three more and a lot of drilling that scared the catface, and a long wait while the glue dried.

Here we have the shelves taking shape. Ducko cut more of the hardboard to size, and we glued it onto the timber frames, and voila - shelves.Next - the shelves got the same treatment with the cut up envelopes, covering the tops that can be seen, and the front - we were having to be careful with the envelopes by this stage. At the finish we only had the front picture side of one left. So regardless of maths, the fuckit that'll do attitude actually worked out for once!

Now attention was turned to the outside of the 'drobe. There had always been a plan in mind - something quite different, yet similar in process at least - to the insides. First step was to paint the doors white. You can see here there are weird yellowy stains coming through the paint from the wood. Turns out it might have been better not to have taken the varnish off after all, as the seepage was coming through from the wood. The doors got a coat of paint, then a layer of sprayed on lacquer, then another coat of white. Sadly even this was not enough to keep the yellow from coming through as I will point out later - I'm a bit of a perfectionist at times, but the adds character argument can work equally well.The idea originally had been to cover the entire outside with what will be covering parts of it... it just wasn't going to work. The frame of the 'drobe has some lovely features, one of which is the grooved sides to the outer edges that frame the doors. This, had the original idea been followed, would have lost a lot of what it is to look at, as well as making the whole thing not quite work size wise. I know, I know.. but all will become clear soon. For now, the outsides all got the same coatings of white and lacquer as the doors.At this stage - it all looked quite Christmassy to me. Like an oriental Santa's cupboard. here you can just about see the grooves on the front panels.

Now for the real mindbending fun to begin. The outside of the 'drobe is to be all Ordnance Survey maps. Maps of the area. The map which covers Newcastle - where I live - and Consett - where Ducko resides - is all one map. We got four in all to cover the thing. Now... to fit both my street and Duckos onto one door, meant that Consett - further south - would be at the bottom near the left hand edge of the door, while my bit of Newcastle was mid door height and bang on the right hand side of the door if we had Consett just up against the left. So the maps had to be cut to fit, some on the door, some for the side, some for the other door.

After a bit of an accident with the first door - the section covering where we both live - it was clear that the maps had to be cut into smaller sections, or sticking them on without them twisting and going wrong was nigh on impossible. Here's the left hand door in progress. Yes.. it looks very wrinkly. It isn't all that bad once dried. Too much smoothing and the map tears, so it all had to be done with a lot of care. No matter how flat it went on, it wrinkled. Thankfully, its mostly dried flat.

Left hand door again - you can see from the shiny patches to the left hand side of the pic, that the sections glued on got smaller and smaller. Not for ease - oh no - lining up all those edges so the roads met and houses weren't split wasnt easy. Nope. This was the very tricky bit. Of the four maps bought - they are all of the area. Newcastle Consett on one, then to the left of that, Haltwhistle and Hexham. Above those two, in turn, are the Alnwick, and Kielder maps. Here lies the problem. Newcastle is on the coast. To the north, obviously the coast continues, but it moves westwards, so the Alnwick map itself is inset to the Newcastle one by a good way. This meant that the four didn't just line up - but were staggered. So here on the left door, you have at the base - Haltwhistle and Hexham, but above, a combination of both Alnwick and Kielder! Mindboggling.Left hand door done. Once the stuck downness was dried - it got a coat of pva and water mix to help seal the paper.

Next, the sides of the 'drobe. Here, you can see much more clearly, what I was trying to explain above. On the left of the picture, is the right hand side of the Newcastle/Consett map. Above - to the right in this picture, is the Alnwick map. The Alnwick map ends - and so has the white paper with the map's key, while the Newcastle map - with more land to the east - continues.Here's gluing the left hand side of the 'drobe. Now, I love Kielder. Many happy memories there - but to continue on from the left hand door - would mean it wouldn't be on the 'drobe. Not having that. So, just a bit more jiggerypokery with the maps, and it fit on, though with a section of countryside now missing. The bottom of this side shows the same as on the right - the bottom maps - set further to the east than the top - run out on the left, so a gap is there, but is filled again with the map's key before we are done.

The Wardrobe Saga - part 1

Bear with me... this could take a while.
So, the house came with an old wardrobe in it. Battered and tatty - with a set of old australian encyclopedia in it no less. Question was - can it be used, or do we get rid?

D'uh.

Several ideas came and went - it's carcass was not strong enough to build shelves into, so we had to come up with a different plan.. or seven.

Anyway - here we go.
This is the wardrobe as was - except without it's doors. Foolishly we only thought to start documenting this after we had begun. Ho Hum. So, we took the doors off, and spent a few afternoons sanding the layers of old varnish off them, and the rest of the 'drobe. It's sides are so thin, only veneer really and the back.. well...
It had a big patched up mess of a hole in it. The back of the 'drobe itself was screwed on with a myriad of tiny tiny screws all totally rusted into the wood and which broke apart when we tried to get them out. What to do now? Kick the back out of course...That... wasn't the best of ideas. No way was it all coming off, and if it did - the whole thing was liable to collapse. So off we went to the massive DIY store to get some hardboard cut to put over the back panel. Course, I managed to do the maths in a hurry so what we got cut didnt fit - too small for the back. But - no fear - Ducko with a saw and a big tube of woodglue and the too small to cover the entire back on the outside fitted nicely onto the inside of the back. Back of the wardrobes gonna be against a wall anyway...
Next came some sums... how much stuff would we need to cover the insides? Whole lotta maths. Of course.. in the end - the - fuckit that'll do - came to the fore - along with costs. There's only so many of the pretty little envelopes I could afford.
Speaking of... here they are. Chinese lucky money envelopes. Most of these are designed for the new year - some for weddings. All for good luck, prosperity, and ever so pretty. Can't see all of them here, but there are five designs as you will see in time. The Koi, the Crystanthemum, The Man, The Oranges and the Phoenix and Dragon. All had to be slit open with the blade of a craft knife, Ducko using the knife, me just one of the blades. We must have looked very dodgy slitting open the little envelopes.Here, you can see the new backboard - the hammer is there as this was part of an idea that failed - building a new frame into the carcass of the 'drobe to build shelves into. After a lot of hammering - and a massive headache - as hammering, when your head inside a big box that reverbarates.. gets very VERY loud, and was all pointless, as the nails just fell out of the old hard dry timber of the 'drobe's frame, and no amount of instant grab adhesive or nails was gonna help. So.. that idea flew out of the window, and something much more interesting took it's place. More on that later..For now, we come over all Blue Peter / Art Attack and start glueing the sliced up envelopes to the inside side of the 'drobe. This was all a bit of an experiment - as each new mix of PVA and water was slightly different in consistancy, that and it turned out that despite looking about the same size, the Phoenix and Dragon envelopes were actually a good bit bigger than all the others. some fancy fiddling, and they got their own stripe, with the other four designs going on more or less in sequence. More when Ducko was handing them to me to glue, and less when he went to make the dinner, and I picked up whatever was nearest in the piles.Here we are a bit further on.. trying to keep all the lines straight, all the glue where it should be, and all the air and glue bubbles pushed out. Though, as hard as we tried, there are still a lot! They crept in when we weren't looking I'm sure.One side done! Still sticky and wet with glue...And Dry! In lovely golden afternoon sunlight no less. Yes, here you can see the wrinkles in the envelopes. But, I would argue now that they add character. Anything else and it may as well all have been one sheet of paper.
Here, we have moved on a bit, more than half of the back covered now too, as well as the righthandside on the shelves that you can't really see. The gap at the bottom of the left hand side's there as it took a good deal of thinking about as to how to cover that bit, the wood of the floor there and the base of the sidewall was broken, and the carcass of the 'drobe had to be worked around. We get there - never fear.See! Here's the built in shelves - they are very bizzare, as they are not attatched to the floor of the wardrobe in any way. All quite flimsy and light, they may have rested on the floor once, but it's bowed over the decades and now they float free. You can't really tell from this photo - but each shelf was covered in a single design - fortuitously there are five! For added luck, one glued on also contains a coin. So the 'drobe, already lucky not to have ended up in a skip, should be luckier still.Insides... DONE!

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

sad

Realised tonight that for the second year running I missed my friends birthday.

It shouldnt be a massive shock, as we havent spoken in... a couple of years. But it always is. I work very hard not to think about some things. Two things really. Both hurt too much to go anywhere near - very unhealthy in all liklihood, but you do what you have to to keep breathing.

I dont know what to do about it. Some people say I should let it go, not bother trying anymore. Its not trying too hard to forget a birthday surely. I want to write a letter, but I've run out of things to say.

Is there any point filling someone in on how much you miss them, when they know it because you have told them in every brief communication since you last spoke? Is there any point telling them whats going on in the life they have distanced themselves from?

Do I want to know how she's doing? Whats up in the world of the PhD? How things are in the life I'm not allowed to be part of - to keep someone who hates me happy?

I dont know.

I do know that I still care. Am still hurt. Am still grieving for the loss of someone who is just down the road but may as well be a million miles away.

I'm angry. I understand for the person you love you put up with a lot. You give up a lot. I dont understand giving up truth. Letting lies be believed to create a baddie that people can hate is just toxic. Letting outright lies, and misunderstandings that have been built on to become massive problems stand as fact, and be believed, boggles my mind. That I am the target of them is so unfair I dont know where to start.

Living life that is a lie, having others lives dictated because of lies, is sad, and it is wrong. It won't make them any happier. Though dellusions may make it seem so.

It makes me cry. And.. it makes me sick. It's not something Im allowed to try and put right. I'm not allowed to show the truth, as the lie makes him perversely happy, and she needs him to be happy, so that has to be the end of that.

There. thats an end of that. I wish it was. I wish it was that easy.

Ive had enough of feeling like shit over this. Enough for tonight. Back to trying to not think about it.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Day 10: Favorite foreign film

I'm adding something to this... as, well, you say foreign film, you think foreign language film. Otherwise my favourite foreign film would just be my favourite film... America being foreign to here and all...

so...

Day 10: Favorite foreign *language* film.

If that was supposed to make it easier... it doesnt. Still so many contenders.
Battle Royale for one. My first view of that was me watching it here in the middle of the night when I couldnt sleep, with a friend in a city hundreds of miles away, also unable to sleep, on the other end of the phone, the pair of us giggling about why the evil guy had a pretty pink umbrella.
Run Lola Run is another.. its just an epic film. Nonstop.

But I have to go for...

Les Visiteurs

Jean Reno - always a favourite. Here, in a comedy, not a genre I like him best in, but this really is hilarious. Its split between 1993 and 1193, with a senile old sorcerer calling the people from the past to interact with their 'modern day' descendants. Oh dear.. I've just seen that they've made a sequel. Anyway - its good. Go watch it.. and the others mentioned!

Friday, 13 May 2011

Day 9: Favorite musical

Musicals are tough... and not just because it took me three attempts to type it correctly there...

See.. I think of Grease as a film film.. rather than a musical.. I always seem to forget theres all that singing in there. Same goes for the film I thought of, and completely forgot about in the process of typing this sentence. Going well eh? Eesh.

Day 9: Favorite musical

Calamity Jane

Yeeha! Yeah, I think of Musicals as films defined by an era. Black and White years are filled with Fred and Ginger... then the technicolor palette exploded all over the screen for Hepburn, Kelley and Day.

I love love loved this film when I was little. I was one of the first, if not THE first thing we ever recorded on VHS. I used to watch it endlessly. Get to the end, hit rewind, and watch it again. Sitting, of course, on the piano stool like it was a horse, singing along all the way. Like many films over the years, I watched it to the point where I could recite all dialogue from start to finish. Scary.

For anyone who hasnt seen this particular gem...

Doris Day plays Calamity Jane, the leather trouser wearing, gun toting, stagecoach driving woman of a wild west becoming increasingly encroached on by civilisation.. and other women. Thinking back now, I can only vaguely remember why she had to go and get 'Adilade Adams' the female star of the musichall from Chicago, and bring her back to Deadwood. Drunken bet probably, although she did drink a lot of Sasparilla...
Anyway - off she goes to get the star, only having a picture of her from a 'cigareet paket' running across the star's maid in her dressingroom, who decides to play along with Calamity's misunderstanding and go with her as Adilade - after some amusment from thinking Calamity was a man.
Of course, it all falls apart.. maid gets stagefright, fraud is exposed... Calamity is blamed. They end up living together, in a technicolor whirl of a timesweep scene they clean and tidy the cabin making it fit for two ladies.
Sadly, Katie - the maid - falls for the soldierboy Calamity has had her heart set on, while the cowboy who really loves Calamity is overlooked by both. Big fallout at the dance. Get outta town or I'll kill ya speech...
Big dressing downs for Calamity... Howard Keel singing his song that I always fast forwarded..(wow remember fast forwarding?) through.
Big make up... and Weddings!

Oh! Take me back to the Blaaaaaack Hills. The Black Hills of Dakota... Where the pines are so high that they kiss the skies above....

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Day 8: Favorite thriller

Ooooh damn you genre definers!

Favorite thriller *quietly does the dance*

Day of the Jackal


The original of course. It is intensely thrilling! Generally when its been on TV its late at night, Ive invariably been doing other things, or just too tired to pay proper attention - so when now I watch the DVD, I see new things each time.

Of course, its a beautifully shot film, like other films of that time its fantastical in some ways, and utterly realistic in others.

For those who don't know - it's about the assasination of the French President - a group of dissidents hire a hit man, and we follow his story. Its as much an education as a film, an education in ways of doing things all sneaky style, and of course, just how bad an idea it is to try and doublecross a hitman. There is also an excellent sequence showing you how to sight you new sniper rifle through the cunning use of watermelons.

Saying all this I want to watch it again. The star has just that Real Star Quality - leadingman handsome in the way of the old war movie hero of the hour. It is an.. understated film. Everything the epitomy of cool, just the man doing exactly what he was meant to do, knowing everything he does will be exactly spot on.

It's a great film. I would witter on more, but I just realised I have some computer fiddlage to do to try and print some stuff out that I need tomorrow.

Toodles.

Monday, 9 May 2011

Day 7: Favorite animated feature

Day 7: Favorite animated feature


Second attempt at this today. Earlier I was going on about how hard it is to pick favourites, well not hard to pick favourites plural, but to single things down to one... eesh.

Favorite animated feature

My Neighbour Totoro

Other films came to mind, including Spirited Away, and the Fox and the Hound. Right now though, I'd like a Totoro. Earlier I was thinking about how one film, or one thing, can be the best in one situation, and not be right for another. Today is a Totoro day.

Having a Totoro in the garden right now would be great. I'd cuddle into its furry belly and fall asleep. It would probably wake with a ROOOOOAAAAAWWWWRRRRR and frighten the life out of me, but then there would be giggling. And that would be nice.
It's a more muted tone film than anything by Disney, and seems more dreamlike, and perhaps more realistic because of it.

For anyone not having come across it as a film - its Studio Ghibli - beautiful Anime. Its a film with kids in it - so... arguably a kids film - but viewed as an adult, you get both the adult, and the childlike reaction to the events as they unfold. Your reactions now to a mum in hospital, and what you would have felt as a child. You also get the sadness as it emerges that you can only see the Totoro at a certain age, now long since past.

The crazy beast of the Totoro, its smaller minions, and the CatBus all weave through the human story, making it possible without the adults knowing.

You also get a lesson in the ages of Anime -

1. The small girl. Big head. Big mouth. Short and chubby.
2. The older girl. Head more in proportion. Mouth only big when acting childishly. Longer and leaner.
3. The mother. Proportionate, calm, slender.
4. The crone. Short and round. Big features, eyes and mouth - the return to childhood.

I'll try not to be sad that I can't see the Totoro. It's there. I just cant see it.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Day 6: Favorite horror

Day 6: Favorite horror


Favourite horror... do I have one I wonder? You would think I would.. but yet again, I am second, and triple guessing my genre definitions...

hmm

Fuckit. This ones a cracker... if only I could remember the name. Had on while I google...

The Haunting!

Yes.. its a bit rubbishy.. but its also a bit epic. First watched this years and years ago on my own, in the dark, in the middle of the night. At the end, got up to go brush my teeth, in the dark ran into my dad, who had also been watching it, but downstairs. I jumped and yelled. He jumped and yelled. My mam who was asleep woke up and yelled. Excellent.

The film itself is creepy. Definate moments to make you jump. Some beautiful ideas, and some excellent special effects. Liam Neeson is always a draw, and in this - as good as ever.

With all haunted house stories, you have to wonder why the hell they dont just leave. At least in this they try to. You are left wanting them to have tried harder... but, thems the breaks.

I would love to have a water filled corridor with piles of books as steppingstones.

Its not the bloodfilled horror - those, in all honesty, I dont really have much time for. Theres only so many pints of cornsyrup you can see before you get bored, and once you have seen hooks pulling at skin that looks like it came off your xmas stocking tangerine, or wasps crawling all over a bathroom mirror, I dont really need to see it again. I dont want a horror to shock and repulse me. I want it to horrify me.. make me scared to go to bed because of what the bed might turn into, not because there is an escaped nightmare demon hiding under it.

Monday, 2 May 2011

Day 5: Favorite action

Day 5: Favorite action


Gah... another tough one. Hrmmm...

First one that came to mind.. Die Hard... but.. not the first.

Die Hard III, DieHard with a Venegeance.

Got pretty much all you could want from an action film.

Bruce Willis in a vest.

Jeremy Irons in a vest.

And I'm pretty sure.. a glimpse of... Samuel L Jackson in a vest.

Its a vest fest!

Theres cars... trucks.. reverse badge number reading.. gold bars.. trains... massive tunnels.. vats of explosive goo.. I could go on.

Of course.. its not the most cerebral of plots. But it is a compelling one. Yet again John Mclaine has buggered things up with wifey... is in a vest and hung over. This time theres an evil puppet master with a grudge.. or is it yet again all about the money? Nah.. its BOTH! One vicious woman with a knife later and theres plenty of the red stuff around to slip on, courtesy of the one dumb guard with a shotgun who really should have let the money go. Not like he was going to get a gold bar on retirement. Smattering of racism, bit of sammich board walking and off we go.. several destinations to reach, a puzzle or two to solve along the way - one of which - the water container one - ranks up there with the talking doors of the labyrinth in its mindbogglingness. The double, the triple, the quadruple cross amps up the - it's ok I can watch this without feeling guilty coz theres a plot - but its just that. Amping up what is already a very watchable film. Car chases. Truck chases. Boat chases?

Yippy Kai Yay MutherFucker!