Wolfie's World

The white world

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 13:25:00 +0000

I was living in an authoritarian world where things were tightly controlled and sanctioned, and had an eerie feel of everything being fine... and most people seemed to think it was just that.

There were lots of little kids, and a fair few of us, I saw myself as a teenage boy who had a couple of friends I'd hang out with. We dressed in uniforms that were mostly white, and we looked very clean, our hair was very tidy.

It seemed that what we did most, was study and carry text books and write a lot.

A group of about twenty of us students sat on the roof of a low building, at wooden picnic chairs and sorted through our piles of books on the tables, everyone seemed to be smiling and generally happy.

The little ones walked around in groups, and they all played with a soft white rubber which was like marshmallow, for some it was a very high bouncing ball, and one girl had a balloon of an animal, it was solid, not filled with gas, and sort of looked Japanese... more of a soft shape than an animal.

The rubber stuff, whatever it was, was part of the problem.

I didn't like the kids being herded around like they were, they seemed ok, but there was something going on, and the rubber stuff... my friend bounced a small ball, and it ricoched past me, I scowled at him, I hated it, and he knew. Both He and the Girl who was with me had read something I'd written in my textbook, I'd seen it somewhere... I cannot remember what it said, but it was deadly secret, something that if they found out, would land us in very hot water. I guarded that book with my life... but I didn't know what the text meant, neither did my friends.

What I seem to remember was, was there was this man, who was dirty and living alone, had found something out and was living like a vagrant. He'd written this on a wall somewhere, I think it was some sort of warning.

I think I felt that there was some truth in what was said, I felt very disturbed.

For a moment I turned my eyes away from the table, and when I looked back, my book was missing... My heart raced... and I looked up to see a student on another table flipping through my pages.

I ran to him and grabbed him, we fought and... I killed him, just like that... which was obviously a bad move, but what could I do?

There were these two serious men in light grey uniforms, I was sitting in a white room, on a low bench beside the wall, with my head down... held down... near my knees, and as I was questioned, I felt a sharp point drilling into the top of my head.

"And what did you do? you killed him? what was in the book?"

I sobbed and said "He was a good boy"

"He was a good boy?" the man said angrily.

And then a plastic thread was pushed into the hole and it attached itself to part of my brain.

On the other end of the plastic line was a thin silver rod, I couldn't see it, but I knew, somehow, that's what it was.

I have a vague memory of being taken somewhere in a vehicle.

And I woke.

Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 04:43:00 +0000

Last nights dream was pretty wild and confused. It's summer here, and very steamy, really difficult to sleep and last night I retired at 4am... well yes, this morning.

I was out with my parents, and Mum, though quite old, wanted to play on those spinning things that kids play on in the park, they're made of metal and are flat on the top, you know the ones.

And she's got something like an iphone, and really mad about it, which is strange for her because she didn't go in for any of that.

She's spinning around on this equipment, stops and takes a photo and says that she has to tweet about it.

Mum isn't well, it's at the time that her health is failing and once in a while she throws up, not much, just a bit, and yet she's still happy as Larry and bouncing around like a child.

My Dad is there but seems to stay out of the picture.

Later we're at home and my Sister turns up, She's sick with cancer, Sadly she is in real life, and I remember how we were trying to make her comfortable.

I'd made a big bed of soft blankets, on the floor, which is strange.

Later I was outside in the back yard, and I heard my Sister call for Mum, Her voice seemed to come from the distance somewhere, the lane behind our property. I called Mum out to listen and it got fainter and fainter each time she called.

When I woke, I heard my cat crying in the kitchen, and her voice could have become my Sisters, in the dream.

Wolfie!

The most disturbing Pr0n is the kind where someone in it looks like someone you know.

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:45:00 +0000

Many years back, I snuck off to the video rental place near us and managed to hire my first naughty movie (due to it's high rating, it should legally not have even been on the shelf).

The storyline was weird, three women planned to hypnotise the homeless man in the street and use him as their own personal stud who they'd "hire out" and thus get lots of money.

Now, because everyone had seen his face, they'd make him wear a bag over his head with eyes cut out... everyone needs a hobby.

Though there were scenes where he had the bag off, because he was also humping his bosses and they knew who he was, so what did it matter?

BUT.

I'd met a friend via the computer... not the internet... Hrmm, I used to produce freeware floppy discs which would circulate through the community sort of virally, and this really nice guy who worked on a lavender farm, saw my name and contact details on one of my discs which a friend must've bought to his place. So he wrote to me and asked if he could come over, "Please do" I said, so we made a date.

When he finally got here, he, um, well he looked like the guy in that video, and I felt sort of embarrassed. Oh no, it wasn't him, the one in the film was American and my Mate was Aussie and younger. Anyway I just couldn't look at him and felt really awkward... and if he picked up the vibe then maybe he wondered what was going on.
it could have blown a really great friendship.

Gawd I was so shy then, so what if my friend was a pr0nstar?, I'm sure there must be many out there who are just ordinary, people who are worth having as friends, right?

*sigh*

Alien Probes, or How I survived a Pentax up my Arse.

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 04:09:00 +0000

Today was my colonoscopy which I had to have before we could proceed with the operation to reverse what was leftover from the cancer surgery in 2005, a thing called an ileostomy which basically is, as the nurses explain it "Your bottom in another place" (just what I always wanted) Yes, I've heard the "They tore you a new arsehole" joke, The ability to crap on your own penis is a wonderful thing.

So this is what happened, Before a colonoscopy they give you something to drink which is like two litres of thin KY jelly and tastes as nice, two laxettes and two fizzy, salty pouches which is like beroccas evil twin brother. What this amounts to is something like French Nuclear testing in your bowel, You are now fully capable, as Dad delicately put it, of "Shitting through the eye of a needle".

You "GO" (like NOW or you'll be sorry) about every 15 minutes or so till about 2am, at which point, you think you've finished, but don't be fooled.

But... Because I was not connected down there where they had to look, I thought I was getting off scot free, and how wrong was I.

Because I got an Enema instead.

And spent quite a disturbingly long amount of time on the dunny, wondering when it would be safe to leave.

Even when I did leave, I had to return at least five more times.

But here was the weird part.

I was called to the room where they do the procedure and was asked a few basic questions (Much of it had been done already).

Then I got a needle in the back of my hand, which was a bit "ow" but not too bad, and once it was in, it was fine.

I had a nice warm blanket over me and felt very comfy, and was given an oxygen mask.

The nurse asked my if I was feeling sleepy, and well, there was a mild, mild sense that something might be happening, I said yes, but it was kind of a lie.

I opened my eyes, not that I remember closing them, and discovered that I was in another room, and someone said something like "Ahh you're awake, how are you feeling?"

I didn't feel groggy or anything, it felt as though someone had done the cleanest edit ever, just like a movie, I was one place, and then the other.

"Is it over?" I asked, "Surely not" I thought.

But yes, it was all over.

I was asked to get up and the nurse took me to a comfy chair and got me a nice coffee and some tasty sandwiches and that was... well, that.

Seriously folks, if the doc suggests a colonoscopy, trust me, Dentist = fear factor 4,
Colonoscopy = Fear factor 0.1 Rooly Rooly.

Wolfie!

Capture problem (Pinnacle/Vegas)

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 01:19:00 +0000

I hope someone out there can help me with this. I'm trying to capture video from analogue tapes (digital video is so much easier), anyway. on loan to me is a Pinnacle USB capture card and I'm trying to use Sony Vegas 9.0b to capture... only... to get this error" :The device "pinnacle 710-USB" could not be opened. Please make sure that it is turned on and not being used by another application or user" Any idea?

I use Windows XP.

Halloween fails in Australia

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 05:38:00 +0000

I think that however the Aussie lolly makers (not candy) try, I don't think they'll convince us that Halloween is anything more than a weird northern hemisphere things that us Aussies don't want.

I've seen them try in recent years to get us all enthusiastic about something that went down worse than a jar of iSnack 2.0. Dressing up supermarkets with halloween gear and making suggestions for the day on their music track.

Halloween doesn't work in part because it's a seasonal celebration, any follower of the wiccan philosophy would tell you that it's an end of summer thing... but here where the seasons are reversed... and our pumpkins are still growing... it doesn't work.

We're loosing our own culture and our lingo left right and centre, because people don't seem to care enough. We need to be more like us and less of what we're not.

What's next? Thanksgiving?

If you don't want halloween in Australia, speak up and speak up now. Tag messages on twitter with #OzHalloweenFail and let people know how you feel.

Wolfie!

New Life On Line

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 08:01:00 +0000

Featuring the man who led the development team for the new virtual world BLUE MARS.
and we ask what Gen Y thinks of online dating. You can be part of the show too. Upload your material. And spread the word

Life On Line 1
by stevecropper

Hey Hey it's Saturday

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 07:16:00 +0000

Last night I was mildly offended when discussing Hey Hey on Secondlife with a friend.

"Of course I didn't watch it, it's full of old farts" he said.

Old farts of course, have nothing to say, and should be executed before the age of thirty, like in "Logans' Run"

Being 43 myself I should have replied that If I had a choice to be eighteen again, I would take it, however the best I can hope for is that a certain religion is right about rebirth and I'll get a second or third or fourth go at it.

But I simply left, being too old and tired to argue.

I think I know why Hey Hey did well, and it goes something like this.

Years ago, Television was full of kids shows, and had programs for a much older audience, but very little was on offer for teens... Then ABC started Countdown, which of course, was very successful and filled in the gap brilliantly

Ever since then, television has catered more and more for that age bracket, and has left little for us X-ers and Baby Boomers.

Hey Hey was welcomed back with open arms by us oldies who grew up with the show.

Critics, slighted the show as something that doesn't offer anything deep and meaningful, but that's exactly why we like it.

Does anyone complain when they're down at the pub or at a BBQ with their mates that their friends aren't offering their neurons much to munch on?

You go because it's fun, plain and simple.

Hey Hey isn't always that funny or entertaining, but when it is, it's always a pleasure to be caught in the moment, most of us can remember the gems from the past that still make us chuckle.

I'm really glad you're back on TV fellas and girls, Cheers!

* Hey Hey it's Wednesday will be repeated on Saturday, just to confuse things further ;)

More on Wireless Fodder

Wolfie!

HUNGRYBEAST (and a few of mine)

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 15:47:00 +0000

The ABC Is starting a brand new TV show soon, called Hungrybeast.
and some rather obscure promos for the show are running on TV...
These are a few of them... with a few of mine.

Hungrybeast 1

Hungrybeast - Dan Llic

Hungrybeast - Elmo Keep

Hungrybeast - Nick McDougal

Hungrybeast - Scott Mitchell

Virtual Entertainer

Satellite of Love

Blue Mars

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:14:00 +0000

Skribe Forti previews the new "Blue Mars" Virtual World.

Peters Drumstick Ad

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 07:57:00 +0000

Wonderfully creative, The sandman, The Swatter, The huge pair of budgie snugglers with actual budgies. It's a great ad.

The Wolfman

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 16:20:00 +0000

This looks Awesome!

Rocking Steady

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 15:31:00 +0000

Just a quick video we made in about ten minutes in Secondlife, but of course took a few more hours to put together. all in all I'm pretty pleased with it.

Where the wild things are

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 16:10:00 +0000

On getting a life.

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 08:00:00 +0000

I've been involved in Secondlife for about three years now. On occasions I meet people who want to know what it's all about, when I try to explain, it's hard going. People who aren't gamers (I don't consider I'm one either) don't see the point in using a "game" as a means to get something done.

Usually it's not till someone tries Secondlife that the lightbulb comes on and they can see some real benefit.

I'll admit that when I heard of Secondlife early on, I wasn't the least bit interested in the idea, it wasn't until I saw it on TV, Sevens' "Beyond Tomorrow" that I thought I understood enough to sign up.

Secondlifes detractors, who very often haven't even tried Secondlife, will often blurt out the very tired line "Get a First life". Wow, I haven't heard that joke three million times before... But each person who says it thinks they're a comic genius, but just like the poor bloke in the music shop who's heard some idiot play "Smoke on the water" for the three millionth time, Secondlife users really aren't going to appreciate the quip one little bit.

Twitter, although with it's much larger user base, is having problems of it's own... much of it stemming from a joke video (Twitterverse) where tiresome people tweet equally tiresome messages.

I'll admit that I also, shamefully, fell for it. When a friend recommended Twitter I didn't see any point... However I will try things at least once, so I gave it a try.

So far I've found Twitter to be useful, and most of the people I follow are centered around Media, which I've always been interested in, and I only follow people who contribute useful ideas, clever or funny.

Even more important to me is that *mostly* everyone I know tweets back, To me the internet is two-way, so I don't find it particularly useful if there's not some kind of conversation.

And when I tried Tweetdeck, the whole thing came alive.

Theres stuff going on online that could benefit you, if you listen to those putting these concepts down, you lose, you're left behind... you can joke about us "losers" who are stuck online as much as you like, But this is how things will work in the future, it's how things are being done now, get used to it.

I often wonder about those who proclaim that a first life is so much better, who are these people? Astronauts? Brain Surgeons? Movie Stars?... or couch potatoes like I strongly suspect most of them to be?

If Firstlife is so hot, why do they sell so much alcohol for people to forget about it?

Wolfie!

Amazing new video

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:03:00 +0000

You've seen those quicktime photos online where you can move your mouse to see anywhere in 360 degrees, well imagine it's video instead of a still picture, try it, it's great!

Tron Legacy

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 02:36:00 +0000

Tron was a great movie, and there was always room for a sequel which was planned but nothing seemed to come of it... and then this turned up.

The Original preview clip:

Angry from Footscray writes...

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 02:26:00 +0000

This morning, a fellow I follow of twitter sent me this link while it may be a bit of a joke, I admit to feeling sick to the back teeth of hearing people say that online friends aren't real friends. so as you can see, I replied.

Incase they pull it, here's what I wrote:

The bit about people somehow not being real friends on twitter, or anywhere else online, is a thoughtless thing to say. I met a guy many years ago from the US who I became firm friends with, He came over to visit me and we toured Victoria which is my state here in Australia, Twice. He returned with his wife after they were married. I have another internet friend from interstate who comes to visit me at least twice a year, he'd come more often if plane fares weren't so expensive, so we keep in touch online. Another asked me if I'd like to tour Tasmania with him, He even paid for the ticket, we had a great time. Last week I was sent a gift from a lovely US friend in Oklahoma... She'd sent me a huge box of my favourite chocolates. A woman on twitter sent me a lot of new plants for my garden and some of her home grown fruit and veggies.

Because of the internet, I have formed solid friendships with people all over the world via forums, secondlife and twitter.

And twitter is giving me the opportunity of meeting brand new people who are already showing signs of becoming serious, actual, definately real friends with me.

The internet is just a phone extention, when you talk to people on your mobile, are those people somehow not real?

I don't listen to people who say we can't make friends online, they should put their brain in gear before opening their trap.

If you're not making real friends online, you're not doing it right.

Wolfie!

Goats, Brains, Werewolves

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 13:50:00 +0000

Elukka - Animal from T. Pohjavirta on Vimeo.

Facebook Manners

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 06:37:00 +0000

Kajimba clip

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:26:00 +0000

Kajimba Annecy 2009 - trailer from Kajimba on Vimeo.

Peter and the Wolfie (Alter Ego)

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 01:24:00 +0000

Here's the short online version of Alter Ego, the Documentary we made last year and has yet to be shown, in full, on SBS in Australia.

It's mainly about people in Secondlife, what they think and feel and how they interact with others.

Secondlife is a 3D virtual world which at first glance looks like a game, but is in fact, a social network. Secondlife is especially beneficial for those who for various reasons find it difficult to get out. I find a lot of people there who've had serious illness or injury, or recovering. It's also great for those who are "stranded" in locations which make getting out and meeting others, quite difficult.

Personally I prefer meeting people online rather than in real life as it's really difficult to find people with a similar mindset and takes too much personal time,
I have also been recovering from illness, though to be honest, I've always prefered being at home with my family where I feel much more comfortable. If for some reason I can't sleep, I can get online and have a chat at 2am if I want. I can't imagine getting in a car at that hour to go somewhere.

Sometimes I do meet friends in "meat space" who I've met online, and that's been fun.
I got a trip to Tassie out of it, and been on a couple of local trips with friends from the US. I feel really close to my online mates, and know the only reason preventing us getting together normally is time, money, health and distance.

I have no idea when Alter Ego goes to air, that's completely up to SBS, but as soon as I know a date I will certainly announce it pretty much everywhere.

The best thing to do is follow me on twitter, however I should warn you, I'm very chatty. ;) - @Wolfie_Rankin

I will also announce the date on the following Secondlife groups: ABC Friends, Rockit, Australians and Dragon's Roost.

*** Latest News *** The show *may* be airing on the 23rd of December

Peter and the Wolfie from Shelley Matulick on Vimeo.

How Dave O'Neil escaped Mums' Foot.

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 15:45:00 +0000

About Seven years ago, our cat died, and I thought that it might be nice to bring home a kitten since there were so many others out there who needed a home. So we bought home a lovely little one who was taken away from her mum too soon, and though we tried, She didn't survive. So, About a week later I went back to the vets, and found a box of kittens there.

The Vet told me that Dave O'Neil had found them dumped in a lane and had bought them in.

The box was packed with kittens, and one on the top was beating up all the others... normally I'd go for the quiet ones, but I decided to get this mean one since she looked a lot stronger than the other one we had and lost too quickly.

We bought her home and named her Vicky.

Vicky never stopped fighting, she would stalk us as though we were rodents and leap out and sink her claws and fangs into our ankles, it was play, but sometimes it went a bit far.

"Who did you say found Vicky" asked Mum.

"Dave O'Neil did"

"Right, When I find that Dave O'Neil bloke, I'm going to stick my foot right up his bum".

She was joking of course.

Mum would frown a lot like Shirley Temple, or Arnold from Diff'rent strokes maybe.
The look in her face was brilliant.

So we're watching Spicks one night, when who should appear.

"Is that that Dave O'Neil?"

"Yes Mum, that's him"

"Well when I see him, I'm gunna kick him up his bum that hard...."

One day we're out shopping, and were about to cross the street, when I looked up and saw Dave about to cross over to our side.

We met right near the middle of the street, and I leant over and whispered into Mums ear, "That's him Mum, Go on, Kick his bum, you always wanted to, go on!".

I wondered if Dave heard, because Mum was pretty deaf, so when I say "whispered" I mean at a quiet level that she could actually hear.

We've still got Vicky, and it looks like Dave kept one too as we saw a photo in the local paper of him holding his cat, who looks almost the same.

He probably has the same trouble that we've had with ours.

Wolfie!

Who is The Sonic Manipulator?

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 06:00:00 +0000

This little doco was a favourite of mine so I thought I'd post it again for you :)

Sour Death Balls

noreply@blogger.com (Wolfie!) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 07:50:00 +0000

Get yourself a random set of people, give them all a really sour lolly and film it.
That's the idea behind this short and... not so sweet, film.

sour death balls from stampedes on Vimeo.