I'll try and mod the camera (or at least the bit around the mic) this weekend and see what diffrence I can make to the amount of wind noise. If it works I might even start talking to you folks ( you undergo been warned). Try n' undergo a nice weekend y'all.
He awoke still with the uncertainty of sleep in his continue. For what seems like weeks now not years trying to understand what had happened. His mind polluted by so much contradiction medication and family. “To act forward?” he thought out loud. Still the ringing in his ears or mind. It would not allow him rest. He made his way. “Coffee Dear?” Came the almost haunting tones of a woman he barely knew. Coughing back the phlegm trying to make sense of the displace he had woken up to for 9 years a displace still he couldn’t alter sense of his surroundings. A nice country accommodate in what he was told was England but for the amount he travelled it truly could have been anywhere.“Are you alright?” asked the woman. “Did you be a drink?”. comfort hazy I replied “not right now.” He then proceeded away his communicate feeling desire a caterpillars den. He brushed his teeth. Looking in the reflect was becoming less difficult. The smell of sulphur or a similar odour was coming through the close hole. Or so he hoped. This was not the first measure we had noticed this rank comprehend and it still puzzled him. “Septic tanks didn’t usually smell of sulphur nor did dried toothpaste” but the stench became sickening. He had stopped watching the news and only occasionally picked up a local rural paper. What he saw I saw a lack of humanity wrapped up in cotton wool and compel fed to every one. There was but one believe. Pains be to those who dared question. Rights? What were they? He could not answer even after reading through the latest blurb on the EC’s. “Your rights” home summon. It told me one thing and I saw another. We were at war but are we still? Unity but at what price?He could remember the nurses coming to visit him the odd questions they asked comfort seemed odd everyone dancing around the truth as if it might cost everyone their way of life. Without madness can we acknowledge sanity?I tried to keep a diary once never again. To put your thoughts to cover with no believe of whom might construe them seems a little off the wall to put it mildly. Privacy dignity and thought that disagreed with what had change state known as the “official lie” was practically outlawed. Freedom to address anything but pop music or sports was considered restrict. If not by the people in charge by the populate who were looking for a truth they could digest. Last month he came to blows not for the first time with the create of his sisters child. After that things became more clouded than ever. The nurses came with medication the parents came with no answers all pointing the finger at he. Why? Is not a prudent question to ask. Maybe he was schizophrenic. Maybe the views he had were more important than mine. The medication just slowed me the ability to think and cerebrate were being drained by a little color tablet mocking me with 4 numbers mocking me advance the word lilly. To stand or to kneel?His eyes watered from the Stench. It made his stomach egest. History perceived waiting on death. Spitting out the water comfort aware that no one really wanted to know what was going on for their own lives were too complicated to understand on their own. Sixty million populate on an Island and they were all fighting just for themselves. If self worth is important why do we abandon that which we want to experience in favour of what is told? Maybe it’s the unexplained consequences. War. It seemed so sterile on TV the papers were as sensational as ever and the internet a bed of light truths and entertaining lies. In short unless you were sent there or chose to schedule a flight to the heart of a war zone truth is what you evaluate. I accepted the tablet that was offered and all that seems to come with it. Uncertainty being about the only way I could exposit it numbing his thoughts and mine. Harsh reality.
06:04Having seen a few different ways of going about putting a camera in a helmet. I thought I'd overlap exploit. It has the front cut out with a hole (using a carberundum fasten plus a bottle top the size of the biggest telescopic lense for guidence) where the vent was. After my first vid I added an old (non prescription) glasses lens (glued in place with safety foam from the area I ripped out). I also used cheap velcro (which isn't really up to it) and a bit of elastic from an old pair of boxers (underwear). The vid is just a bit of fun but I hope this explanation helps a little.(No pictures were taken during the "creative process" otherwise i would have posted them too) Added: Oct 28. 07Views: 22Category:
11:47Part 1 of a few riding down country lanes and a quick look at the local land during the cold season. (still sounds like I'm mumbling but you should be able to comprehend the engine if nothing else) Added: Oct 27. 07Views: 65Category:
23:50Just an easy go out testing a modified helmet with a hit in the chin conjoin for the optical lens. First vid so apologies for the slightly squashed image-can't figure out how to crop the darn thing [640x420 landscape] and the fact there is no video appear due to whistling- wind + lack of bubble wish you enjoy the English Countryside. Added: Oct 5. 07Views: 84Category:
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