Well, lets see.. I'm soon going to get back into indoor climbing and start using my mountainbike again (what? In Holland??? Its flat! I know, but it gets muddy..). I also do some CG 3D modelling, PC games (hate consoles with a passion) mainly combat sims and basicly any kind of digital imagery I can do. I traded riding stupidly fast motorcycles (saw 165 miles per hour and the damn thing was still accelerating!) in for driving stupidly slow Land Rovers. Besides modelling, my Land Rover takes up most of my time. I also do some creative writing, mainly sci-fi. Here's an excerpt (sp?) from something I just started. Its an old draft, because the latest version is on my work pc at the office:
The rain pattered down on the small fluorescent tarpaulin tent, giving the occupants the impression they were sitting under a rather large bowl of rice crispies. The rounder, older man unscrewed the top of his thermos flask and poured himself and his young companion a cup of tea. The two watched in the silent disinterest only civil servants have as the downpour happily washed the trench they had just (disinterestedly,) finished digging full of mud, water and pedestrians. Any normal person would get rather miffed about their hard work being ruined like this, but these weren’t normal people, these were people who worked for the council! The tall young lad took the tea and nodded thankfully, then stared doe-eyed out into the grim dampness of it all, wondering what to peel the back off and stick onto his Ford Escort next. The new road through the centre of town they had just recently dug up (again), had just as recently been laid down to cater for the amount of traffic (momentarily diverted) that was predicted to come from the new motorway (which was also being dug up… Also again). He watched the as the street slowly transformed into what resembled a huge bathtub, with their trench being the plug hole. A ridiculously brightly coloured beach ball floated lazily past. It was, after all, summertime. Sticking out like charisma and personality at an accountants convention its offensive brightness contrasted with the solemn grey surroundings that seemed to be condescending its frightful lack of manners as it slowly disappeared around the back of the bus stop. This was lost on the men from the council. These men were on a mission. These men were here in the name of efficiency.
Ehh.. What else. I'm horribly forgetful. Ah yes, sci-fi movies and their parafinalia.. I get up to lots of stuff, really. Rarely bored. And when I am it means I should be sleeping.