Camerapunk and the race against time.

ali_anarres enjoyed an attack of Camden today. Amongst other things, she got herself some ( poi ... )

The pics are a mix of 50 ASA and 400 ASA - the blur with the former actually works quite well with poi twirling.

The process: Images extracted from camera. Two turned sideways with jpegtran -rotate 90. Run through a script which does (more or less) jpegtopnm | pnmscale 0.3125 | pnmconvol sharpen3.pnm | pnmtopjeg (where sharpen3.pnm is a convolution matrix I found). Run through a simple index page script, tart a little in Mozilla Composer. scp to Velvet. The result.

(Still needed: something to ascertain the height and width of a JPEG from the command line. rdjpgcom -verbose is almost there, but not quite.)

I can see myself putting up a page of netpbm scripts, recipes and convolution files. Just because.

Geek quotient:

1. The camera.
2. That the pics are up just two hours later.
3. Editing the photos on the command line.
4. Writing new scripts especially for the purpose.
5. Writing new filters especially for the purpose.
6. The subject herself.

The horror. The horror.

ali_anarres' other purchases today were two CDs (Spectators by Wolfsheim and her own copy of Futureperfect by VNV), two books of Transmetropolitan ... and a DVD player and a copy of Queen Of The Damned. Oh God.

The only reason this is not the worst movie ever made is because I actually paid money at the cinema to see Battlefield Earth. It is very pretty. I didn't spot as many of my Melbourne cronies as I was hoping to. (To do so will require further viewings, and I really don't want to contemplate such just yet.) Stuart Townsend does much better as a shallow bloodsucker than I expected. If they had included every one of the deleted scenes, the movie might have made sense or something.

We coped with the aid of some of David's Blue Velvet Martini. As our brains tried to batter their way out of our skulls.

Ali: "This is not a film. It's a toy. It's the sort of thing you devise drinking games around."

At this moment, Ali is outside in the street playing with her poi. She's drunk, poi is addictive. You know how it is. Oh dear, now she's at it in the ( lounge. )

And in the ( Lara Croft outfit she's threatening to wear to Slimelight ... )