Biting the Bullet

It's finally here. I've finally decided to do it. One little step for me, maybe a larger step when viewed from another perspective. I've always wanted to do my own thing, run my own show. Somehow ever since I was born, I knew this was what I've always wanted to do.

And now I've the chance to do it. Either do it now, or never. Time isn't going to wait for me, and I shouldn't wait for myself either to grow old and regret missed opportunities. I finally start up my own little film production company. I've decided not to fully focus just on films, but on anything that requires a camera, I can definitely apply myself to. And if I don't know how to do it, then I'll get myself down into the trenches and learn it. It can't be all that hard since many other people are doing it as well.

Exciting times. Every day is a battle between myself. Sometimes you're afraid that it won't work out. Sometimes you're afraid of failure, but there's no other way but to stand up and go on ahead and face that fear. I read an article on the internet about how guys manage to talk to pretty girls. Strange subject matter, but the underlying concept is the same. They just decide on an action in 3 seconds rather than letting their head get in the way of being knocked back.

So I've linked my film website here. It's in english and german. It was a little hard with the web coding, but I'm happy everything turned out fine.

Now for the next step!

Second Term Begins...

I'm feeling kinda miffed because the digital section of my camera is broken. Strangely, it didn't happen in the last 2 years when I really abused my camera by chucking it under heavy objects in my bag, but it had to happen now, under some tubgs of yogurt and lettuce. Goes to show the evil inherent in milk-based products.

So I went to get it checked out at the local electronic store, and guess what, they offered to charge me 50 Euros just to give me an estimation on how much it would actually cost to get the camera repaired. 50 EUROS!!! FOR NOTHING!!! And you wonder how the heck the economy runs in Germany. So I promptly said, thanks but nuh-uh. I'll happily buy a new camera across the corridor from *your* competitor. Adios! Gotta love the power of choice.

I do wish I had more internet access though, so I can keep the blog running regularly. I calculated how much an annual contract with BT with cost me in London and it worked out to be - including installation costs - around 55 pounds per month. In other words, NOT worth it. Strange thing is, I've got a phone box downstairs which isn't used, but the landlady doesn't want to use it for internet purposes. Oh well. Some people are just plain wierd. Or backwards, or both.

But back to the camera, I'd have taken some nice shots for the blog this week, but seeing as it's out of commission....