Freckin' Composters
I hate computers.
It is twenty past five on Tuesday morning and I have had enough.
All I want it to do is some simple rendering on a simple five minute film.
But can it do it? Can it Freck.
I've lost the entire film once so had to start over and now it keeps getting stuck half way through the ten minute process of producing the bloody thing.
If it wasn't for the fact that it weighs quite a lot, and I'm completely knackered, I swear I'd throw the whole thing straight out the window.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah.
4 Comments:
I feel your pain brother.
You should get the future you to damn well drop off that time machine so that we can go to 2104 and pick up a computer that actually works.
Seriously, have some words with that guy...
I will, and you have a quiet word in the ear of your future self and maybe together we can stop them frecking up thier past, our present and yesterday's future.
Freck is a funny and also a wickawesome word...
I'm glad you approve.
Freck yeah.
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