Desktop: 15/08/2011

Quite like being nosey and looking at other people's desktops, so I thought I'd start to 'document' mine. I don't think I particularly change it that often, but we'll see how it goes.

Think that I will be more likely to work on my website once I have a desk again — I'm currently at my Gran's — and when I'm out of 'holiday' mode; it's my birthday tomorrow then there are few family events before I head off to France next Friday. I signed up for another recruitment agency this afternoon and I have an sign-up interview with another one on Thursday, let's hope that something comes from it. I'd really like to have something to occupy my time for a bit, although I'm sure the website will be fun, *derp.

Biffy Clyro @ Apple Store, Regent's Street.

I realise this was ages ago.
Took me a while to realise they're not that great quality. It was much better being there, haha.






All images, Ruth Johnston ©

Had enough of panoramics.

..But have become obsessed with the bed.
I've photographed it about 4 times today.
This project, with or without research is going to kick ass... why am I so enthused about a piece of rubbish?
I don't really like modern art, I guess because it's pretty easy and related to the idea of space - otherwise I wouldn't notice/care.

© All Images, Ruth Johnston 2009

Maybe I should fork out for a fish-eye lens, a proper one. I haven't even got the right lens for the attachment I bought anymore. Anyone want to buy an attachment?

I have no time now and the time I do have, I spend sleeping. When I have finished doing my RDB, I will update the blog with proper work and not ugly 'shot on compact digital' panoramics, urgh.

Didn't watch Couple's Retreat in the end as Lovefilm sent me Spinal Tap and Little Ashes. Wish I'd used up the Orange Wednesday to be honest..
Spinal Tap is awful, I even see the influence it's had on The Office and I still hate it. Literally the only funny parts are the ones included in the clip shows that talk about how funny it is. I really, really wanted to like it, but I just couldn't.

I hope Little Ashes has a bit more to offer, although ofcourse I realise they're two completely different types of film.

Did have nachos though, at HaHa, wasn't as good as the one in Brighton, why is Portsmouth so lame?

I'm going to London again tomorrow, this time to see Bowling for Soup. Might head there early to get to The White Chapel gallery to sneak a peak at their Sophie Calle exhibition, I think it's kind of a retrospective, at least they're showing her work from the 1980s to present, should be interesting.

Panoramas.

Downloaded a programme at vast expense that is just as good as Photoshop at making them, as I didn't want to chance Apple and Adobe not making an update any time soon.

© Ruth Johnston

I am going to the Isle of Wight today, everyone else is going ice skating, I am not, I hope.

That was so good!

I'm not sure whether I'm in pain because of how much I danced last night or whether there's actually something wrong with me, my back kind of hurts.
It was so unbelievably awesome, I can't wait to see him again, he even dived into the crowd, I don't know whether these photographs illustrate it but it was a pretty long jump and he's a pretty tiny guy, so it was quite a feet.

It was a bit annoying that once again being on the right hand side of the stage meant we got less actual attention from Jamie, but then we probably got a better view and weren't kicked in the face by crowd-surfers.

The only annoying thing was the waiting, we had to wait for an hour outside before they opened the doors of The Roundhouse, then another hour until the doors to the stage opened, and then a further hour for the first band, Slow Club- who sound better live than they do on their Myspace, to come on. If they'd organised that aspect better than it would have been perfect. Oh, maybe if they hadn't taken our water away from us when we got in only for us to have been allowed to buy more water after that, that was pretty lousy.
I haven't danced so crazy in ages, there were loads of girls shouting about how sexy Jamie is, which he just isn't. And a load that had come clearly get a look at him, the girl behind me was standing still holding on for dear life to the bar at the front, she didn't even sing along and kept giving me astonishingly dirty looks, what a whore.
EEEEEE! It was so so so awesome! What a great way to kick-off summer.