It's not me, it's the drugs talking
They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."
What do you regret doing under the influence?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."
What do you regret doing under the influence?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
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Drugs it's me, the not it's talking
In university we had a large common room where we projected 16mm movies every Thursday.
Two projectors. At a precise instant, you had to start the second projector, then start up the lamp while killing the lamp on the first, and stopping it, so as to achieve a smooth transition from one reel to the next,
Practice made perfect until week four when several of my friends showed up with the latest shipment from Detroit. We skinned efficiently while a reel finished. What could possibly go wrong?
Time for the transition. Turn on the second machine, light the lamp. Beauty! The machine starts, no problem.
Wait! There's something else I hafta do. Oh yeah - stop the first machine. Excellent! Wait - why is that girl's face starting to burn from the nose outward. Oh Christ - the fire is consuming her face, her body and everything around her! Oh no ... OH No ... OHHHHH NOOOOO!
Three stoners crying "Oh no!" from the projection booth while the audience turns and stares until the idiot projectionist (me) remembers to turn off the lamp on projector one. Oh well - a quick splice, and the film will be good as new. Hey Tom, roll another one.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 21:19, Reply)
In university we had a large common room where we projected 16mm movies every Thursday.
Two projectors. At a precise instant, you had to start the second projector, then start up the lamp while killing the lamp on the first, and stopping it, so as to achieve a smooth transition from one reel to the next,
Practice made perfect until week four when several of my friends showed up with the latest shipment from Detroit. We skinned efficiently while a reel finished. What could possibly go wrong?
Time for the transition. Turn on the second machine, light the lamp. Beauty! The machine starts, no problem.
Wait! There's something else I hafta do. Oh yeah - stop the first machine. Excellent! Wait - why is that girl's face starting to burn from the nose outward. Oh Christ - the fire is consuming her face, her body and everything around her! Oh no ... OH No ... OHHHHH NOOOOO!
Three stoners crying "Oh no!" from the projection booth while the audience turns and stares until the idiot projectionist (me) remembers to turn off the lamp on projector one. Oh well - a quick splice, and the film will be good as new. Hey Tom, roll another one.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 21:19, Reply)
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