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» Now, there was no need for that...
Tale of the broken camera
Ah. I was helping a friends group to edit their GCSE Media production, as being the slackers they are (no hard feelings if you're reading this, people!)they had next to no time left.(Ironically, the hard drive crashed, losing this production, and they had to make it again...) Four teenage boys in a cramped room, with our young IT support man.
He proceeded to show us the new Sony cameras that had just arrived at the school. Cool, they were quality things and made noises like aeroplane lights (Fasten Seat belt, head between legs.. those lights).
So, the It person wandered off trusting us for a few minutes. One of us (not me, I swear), proceeded to toy with the camera. He opened the slot for the DV tape, and it got stuck and the camera died. To my knowledge the weeny bit of factory-charge on the battery had just run out.
Well, the IT support person came back in and found as with the camera, and wandered out again. We all sat round the Media computer, and watched one of the group edit their production so far on Pinnacle. He was previewing it, playing the song 'The Film - Can you trust me'; know, music from that Peugeot ad.
Well, the headteacher came in and started giving us the what for, ("New cameras, not supposed to use them until they've been prepared. You're the oldest students in the school, I should be able to trust you.." Quite rightly so!) whilst this poxy embarressing music was playing. He said 'Can I really trust you anymore?", and the music in the background echoed 'Can you trust me?! Ah ah ah ah..'. God, that was one of the longest moments in my life. I wished my friend stopped that bloody music playing because for all I knew the teacher could have just exploded with the irony.
Bah.
(Thu 16th Jun 2005, 11:05, More)
Tale of the broken camera
Ah. I was helping a friends group to edit their GCSE Media production, as being the slackers they are (no hard feelings if you're reading this, people!)they had next to no time left.(Ironically, the hard drive crashed, losing this production, and they had to make it again...) Four teenage boys in a cramped room, with our young IT support man.
He proceeded to show us the new Sony cameras that had just arrived at the school. Cool, they were quality things and made noises like aeroplane lights (Fasten Seat belt, head between legs.. those lights).
So, the It person wandered off trusting us for a few minutes. One of us (not me, I swear), proceeded to toy with the camera. He opened the slot for the DV tape, and it got stuck and the camera died. To my knowledge the weeny bit of factory-charge on the battery had just run out.
Well, the IT support person came back in and found as with the camera, and wandered out again. We all sat round the Media computer, and watched one of the group edit their production so far on Pinnacle. He was previewing it, playing the song 'The Film - Can you trust me'; know, music from that Peugeot ad.
Well, the headteacher came in and started giving us the what for, ("New cameras, not supposed to use them until they've been prepared. You're the oldest students in the school, I should be able to trust you.." Quite rightly so!) whilst this poxy embarressing music was playing. He said 'Can I really trust you anymore?", and the music in the background echoed 'Can you trust me?! Ah ah ah ah..'. God, that was one of the longest moments in my life. I wished my friend stopped that bloody music playing because for all I knew the teacher could have just exploded with the irony.
Bah.
(Thu 16th Jun 2005, 11:05, More)
» My Worst Vomit
A couple of puke stories
These are not me. Really.
1) My old friend (who I realised how much of a little bastard he was and I have left for dead) was complaining about stomach pains during lunch time. It was the first day of Year 9. Well, he was keeling over and screaming. We all laughed at him, as you do, yknow? Screaming 'Ha, you're going to die', and other things to that effect to try and squeeze maximum entertainment from the situation.
During next lesson he sat ouit the office, and tried to get sent home. He eventually did, but only after he spewed the contains of his ghastly stomach over the headteacher's shoes.
2. Every school has a weasily kid, you know the kind. Unkempt, and covered in a light fuzz, who speaks like a twat. In Year 2, I had the pleasure of speaking to this prick (he wouldn't piss off! Thick shit), when suddenly, his stomach growled and a firey monstor erupted out. I run back to avoid the oncoming jet of molten puke, but strangely, it didn't seem to come. He was covering his mouth with his hand, which only resulted in the build up of vomit spraying out of his nose.
The little pansy's mum was a dinner lady, and she of course rushed over to her son's aid. He removed his mouth from his hand, and the idiot actually spoke. Because his lips were so protrusive, they acted as some sort of ramp to the sick, and it shot into the air as if he was some sort of statue that sprays water throuh a little whole in their gob.
Oh, and I puked over me sisters coat once. Cow.
(Tue 24th Aug 2004, 19:56, More)
A couple of puke stories
These are not me. Really.
1) My old friend (who I realised how much of a little bastard he was and I have left for dead) was complaining about stomach pains during lunch time. It was the first day of Year 9. Well, he was keeling over and screaming. We all laughed at him, as you do, yknow? Screaming 'Ha, you're going to die', and other things to that effect to try and squeeze maximum entertainment from the situation.
During next lesson he sat ouit the office, and tried to get sent home. He eventually did, but only after he spewed the contains of his ghastly stomach over the headteacher's shoes.
2. Every school has a weasily kid, you know the kind. Unkempt, and covered in a light fuzz, who speaks like a twat. In Year 2, I had the pleasure of speaking to this prick (he wouldn't piss off! Thick shit), when suddenly, his stomach growled and a firey monstor erupted out. I run back to avoid the oncoming jet of molten puke, but strangely, it didn't seem to come. He was covering his mouth with his hand, which only resulted in the build up of vomit spraying out of his nose.
The little pansy's mum was a dinner lady, and she of course rushed over to her son's aid. He removed his mouth from his hand, and the idiot actually spoke. Because his lips were so protrusive, they acted as some sort of ramp to the sick, and it shot into the air as if he was some sort of statue that sprays water throuh a little whole in their gob.
Oh, and I puked over me sisters coat once. Cow.
(Tue 24th Aug 2004, 19:56, More)
» Petty Sabotage
How how I laughed
Not quite sabotage, but still.
We used to have a strict as hell French teacher-now, 5 weeks before our GCSES we got an awful replacment teacher. Now, every lesson I took the liberty of snapping a friend's pen-I love him when he's angry. The other day, he managed to grab mine-but it wasn't a biro, oh no. It was a Uniball fine tip pen, with the ink inside a little resiovior inside. Yknow, you can see th ink through the little window?
Anyway, he posed to snap it. "I'm gonna enjoy this you fucking cunt. Finally!" Says he. I tried to tell him not to, but it was too late. He snapped the pen outwards, meaning that the remaining contents of the ink resevoir exploded all over his new shirt.
THe funny thing was that the twat didn't realise he'd done it for a few seconds. And that it would not wash off, and rendered his shirt unwearble. Ha. Teaches him to snap my bloody pen.
(Thu 5th May 2005, 16:52, More)
How how I laughed
Not quite sabotage, but still.
We used to have a strict as hell French teacher-now, 5 weeks before our GCSES we got an awful replacment teacher. Now, every lesson I took the liberty of snapping a friend's pen-I love him when he's angry. The other day, he managed to grab mine-but it wasn't a biro, oh no. It was a Uniball fine tip pen, with the ink inside a little resiovior inside. Yknow, you can see th ink through the little window?
Anyway, he posed to snap it. "I'm gonna enjoy this you fucking cunt. Finally!" Says he. I tried to tell him not to, but it was too late. He snapped the pen outwards, meaning that the remaining contents of the ink resevoir exploded all over his new shirt.
THe funny thing was that the twat didn't realise he'd done it for a few seconds. And that it would not wash off, and rendered his shirt unwearble. Ha. Teaches him to snap my bloody pen.
(Thu 5th May 2005, 16:52, More)