Mar 25, 2020
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CALLING IRELAND: Today 2PM at FORTY FOOT. Old school GLOWPUNK meet up. Let’s start this year off right! #ireland🍀 #swim #fortyfoot #newyearswim #meetup #irish #comedian #francis #cronin #freezin #me #bollix #off (at Forty Foot)
I don’t often screw myself but good... however, on Sunday, I screwed myself.
But good.
Still don’t know exactly how. I just know it’s operator error, an unbeknownst-to-me gap in my knowledge of timelines that look like this.
Like this... except an hour thirty-eight’s worth of clips clustered around a timeline. Somehow, whilst making a ten-second compound clip from shots down at the end of the show, I managed to remove other compound video and sound up and down the length of the timeline.
This... I discovered Sunday night at 8 as I was preparing to export a copy of this cut and copy it to the producer’s usb drive for delivery the next morning.
Balls.
I spent the rest of the night, then, going through and making repairs, filling in blanks, as quick as I could.
Actually... no.
I spent most of that time fixing the timeline. The rest was spent in epic gnashing of teeth. Holy smokes I was so mad. And... having no one else blame only made things worse.
And worse.
And worse.
Grrrrrrrrrrr.
Monday morning we were gonna see Rachel off at MEPS, the Military Entrance Processing Station down there on East Marginal Way South. The producer, living in West Seattle, would meet up with us there afterwards for the usb hand-off. So any fixing that was gonna be done prior to the producer’s review and the client’s review was gonna have to happen Sunday night.
Grrrrrrrrrrr.
I did what I could get done, without the possibility of reviewing the entire project myself, and went to bed.
Monday morning came pretty quick. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was simply later of the same day I want to bed. And since MEPS was basically not one, but two, traffic jams from our house, we left a little after 7 to pick up Linzy at Cornish and still make it on time by 9:30. Rachel’d told us she’d probably take the Oath of Enlistment not long after that.
Long story short: we arrived a little after 9 but Rachel didn’t take the oath until noon. Since Linzy had to be back in class ASAP and Kimmer had to be to work in Edmonds by 1, it was quick hugs all around and we were outta there.
The meet with the producer couldn’t happen the way we planned, so I called to say I had to drop Kimmer in Edmonds but would be back to anywhere I needed to be to drop off the usb drive.
Turns out, though, the producer had another gig at 1 and wasn’t meeting the client until first thing Tuesday morning. 730AM. Since I had an editing gig at the UW that same morning, we settled on the U-district for the hand-off. Early.
#SighOfRelief
Once Linzy and Kimmer were squared away, I returned home to go through my bollixed timeline shot by shot, clip by clip, making sure absolutely everything, video, graphics, animation, sound... was exactly right for the client’s review.
It was 1 in the morning, Tuesday morning, when I finally hit Save, set that timeline to exporting.
Four hours later, I was up again, copied the exported client review file to the producer’s usb drive, got myself ready, and was out the door a little after 6. Even then, traffic was still a slug, but I made it to a parking spot underneath the ship canal bridge a little after 7. And, with a little bit of walking, made the on-time hand-off under dark, windy, and rainy skies.
Inconvenient, those skies, but interestingly appropriate.
A Charlie Brown kind of morning. But a very welcome end to a self-inflicted ordeal.
Hair shaved off courtesy of the French foreign legion, for as long as it lasted #haircut #frenchforeignlegion #ffl #army #france #paris #noigentsurmarne #fortdunoigent #wigsforhire #travel #bollix
bollix
\BOL-iks\
[verb]
To do (something) badly; bungle (often followed by "up", e.g. "His interference bollixed up the whole deal.")
[noun]
A confused bungle
History & Origin
Bollix first appeared in the 1930s as a respelling (perhaps euphemistic) of bollocks, which arose in British slang around 1919 as an ejaculation meaning "nonsense." Yes, in linguistics an "ejaculation" is the term for a short utterance that usually expresses a strong feeling, and it's especially appropriate given this particular short utterance.
Bollocks is the plural of bollock "testicle," from Old English beallucas "testicles," from a Proto-Germanic word that would have sounded like *ball, ultimately derived from my favorite Proto-Indo-European word: *bhel "to inflate, swell;" a little gem which gave the world:
Greek phyllon "leaf," phallos "swollen penis;" Latin flos "flower," florere "to blossom, flourish," folium "leaf;" Old Prussian balsinis "cushion;" Old Norse belgr "bag, bellows;" Old English bolla "pot, cup, bowl;" Old Irish bolgaim "I swell," blath "blossom, flower," bolach "pimple," bolg "bag;" Breton bolc'h "flax pod;" Serbian buljiti "to stare, be bug-eyed;" Serbo-Croatian blazina "pillow."
Related: Bollixed; bollixing.
Usage
"The young art student really bollixed up the testicles of the nude sculpture she was working on."
Where can a sissta get a cute single British boy huh?
Failing.
I NEED TO STOP GETTING DISTRACTED I HAVE AN EXAM IN FOUR HOURS!!!!!!!!
Think I might be going into an exam tomorrow, completely bsing it, in the hopes that I just pass. If I have to make a New Years resolution, this cannot happen again. I need to get on top of college work or I'll be crucified.
I'm so disappointed in myself.