Dissertation - The Future of Technology in Film

Being in my last year of university I have to produce a twenty thousand word essay on a subject of my choice.

Quite a tall order, some might say but I've found just the subject matter to keep me interested for those twenty thousand words and I'm eager to be getting on with it.

To keep me going, I've decidd that I'll be posting my work for anyone interested in my findings thus far and it will hopefully enable to me to not only keep the overal work in perspective, but provide a means of proof-reading (without me having to send it to people - I'm a student afterall and I have a tradition of laziness to keep up).

In any case, this dissertation will be an investigative piece studying the history and evolution of the technologies used in the film industry and will be used to predict the most likely possible futures in the industry of film production.

As well as posting the updated versions of the paper on my website (ww.machinationsworld.com - yes, you read those two "w"s right) I'll be posting musings and ideas here (that wouldn't be included without some fine tuning and research).

On a side note, I have to produce a feature length film to accompany this paper (which I'm also looking forward to) but I'm divulge more on that at a later date.

Oh well, tally ho!

HMR

I got bored and did some naff poetry...

...Go me.

The passively aggressive huff of the boredom faerie.
By Paul Caulfield/HearMeRoar

Tired and dull you'll find me,
Sat inside my disordered fort,
It's amalgamous and untidy,
And a notepad file's my only sport.

Terrible gobshite my fingers tap,
Goaded on by wrapping dullness,
Boredom made me type this crap,
Beating on me with it's sternness.

The crate of beer is almost done,
Likely because I drank it,
This boredom really is no fun,
My concentration so loosely knit.

At least I can have a smoke or two,
Though I didn't avoid addiction,
But my will is naught and my wants are few,
So I'm held by the smoke's conviction.

Although it could be worse perhaps,
It's only wistful melancholy,
Save for the worst mis-haps,
I'm happy with my folly.

I really wish I wasn't bored,
Or that it was time for sleep,
I think I'll lie on the keyboard,
Fgkdikiksdikdjkmeep.