Tag: vlog

I recently bought a new digital camera. Unlike the last, this one has video capabilities. As you can imagine, I’ve spent the last few days filming just about everything: birds, cats, my crippled sister, the undergrowth outside… and even myself. I’ve been brainstorming, trying to come up with some kind of video series that’s both interesting, and a good test of my ability. The video below is the result — it’s quick, it’s dirty (in one take!), but I think…

‘The die is cast’ were the fateful words spoken by Julius Caesar as he crossed the Rubicon — the singular act that would set in motion the eventual overthrow, downfall and destruction of the Roman republic, the repercussions of which are still felt today. After a truly dismal beginning of the week, England finally warmed up again — just in time, too! The competition closed last Monday, and I really didn’t want it to drag on another week. I woke…

Today is Floreta‘s birthday. If you don’t know Floreta — the Solitary Panda — she’s one of my many geeky online friends (actually, she’s probably even a bit dorky, and if you don’t believe me, just wait until you watch her video blog). She’s a poet and photographer, and likes to while away the hours by putting on dark, pensive make-up and pondering existential conundrums. Anyway, I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and here’s what she said:…

Good Day readers! This is Floreta from The Solitary Panda, taking over Seb’s blog for the day. When Seb asked me via Twitter (shameless plug: @solitarypanda) to write a poem about him once I had reached 100 followers, I knew that I owed him one! What better way to share with you a poem about the man himself than through his blog? The following is a vlog performance of the poem entitled “An Ode to Seb”. [Make sure you are…

Please, fast forward 2 months. As mind’s eye pans over the green, leafy British countryside the rapid staccato percussion of a helicopter’s blades can be heard. As we grow closer, the chopper comes into view. Hovering, its illuminating search light pointed down at the ground. On the ground firemen and other emergency-response types move around quickly, with purpose. An a-frame and winch is assembled, with a taut steel cable running from it down into a pit as dark as pitch…

It is with great pride, and with almost no hesitance at all, I give to you the third — and final (for now!) — chapter of Day 37, a story that chronicles the poor plight of a Brit destined to spend all of eternity in a bunker, where no one can hear him fart. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qedFXP8E_aE[/youtube] There will be proper pictures of the half-beard to follow, don’t worry!