Bingowings

oojason said:

^ Good to see you back here mate - and that life is treating you well too.

Think Bingo has moved to a new city and possibly a new job (he also did a long charity walk thing not so long ago).

Not too sure on Marks - though hope the pair of them are doing well and be back here soon, some quality British humour form the pair of them (I especially miss his count-ing posts in the counting thread 😃 )
 

Yes I moved to Glasgow. I’ve been getting my PTSD looked at as well as suspected late onset Tourettes. Looking for a new job. Been doing lots of art. Thanks for asking. It’s nice to be remembered.

I overdid it this evening. 😬☕

Hello there.
I just re-watched the original ANH:R. Loved it again. The way the scene in Ben’s hut plays is so much better. It feels so natural. It would be good to get rid of some of that flat lighting on the Death Star. Compared to Rogue One the beautiful sets look very uniform and a bit lacking in appropriate gravitas. Vader also seems a lot less menacing, sandwiched between Rogue One and ESB. JEJ hadn’t quite found the character yet. The thing that confuses me in every version is what the rebel pilots are actually doing in the trench run.

You have each pass of three fighters. A leader and two wingmen. The wingmen are doing something to give the leader time for his one shot. While turbo lasers fire you can imagine (though we see little evidence) that they are picking guns off to reduce risk. But when the fighters come in they sway too and fro which present a bit of a challenge for Vader and the boys but it does take them a while to take down the fighters. Maybe adding a rear facing weapon or having the fighters blast chunks off the trench to act as an obstacle would make that sequence make a bit more sense. Alternatively have rebels enter the trench behind the ties and have them fail to pick them off. It’s always kind of bugged me but much more this time. Good fortune with the continued work. Hope we have a change of regime tomorrow. As soon as my ship comes in I will send a donation. Money is really tight at the moment.

Anakin Starkiller said:

The whole “This place seems familiar.” is such an unimportant throwaway line that I only remember it exists because of this thread. Besides, it’s not like Luke would remember the place he was born at. How many of you remember being born?

How many are Jedi?

paja said:

snooker said:

Here’s the opening of my Phantom Menace edit:

https://youtu.be/aAOsOddfx_M

It includes:

An entirely new opening shot.

Early introduction of Amidala.

A short skirmish to protect Theed.

Nute and Rune’s new voices.

Very nice!

Indeed. The opening shot is very similar to what I suggested many moons ago. Though I would have the federation ships looming large in shot and have the Queen on Coruscant talking via hologram rather than Palpatine. That way the story is linear. She need to get home to save her people. Rather than darting back and forth.

Anakin Starkiller said:

Speaking of the Queen, I’ve always preferred Padme not being the Queen to avoid the bizarre concept of an elected monarchy. I just wish I could keep the implication of “The Queen wouldn’t approve”. Is there any way to make that work?

Elected Monarchs have existed in this planet. Its not that bizarre.

Once in a while our intrepid band of heroes take part in a sponsored event or have some sort of charity or cause that they are trying to raise money or awareness for, I searched but couldn’t find an existing thread so here it is…

To start you all off and completely shatter any anonymity I once enjoyed on these forums here is something I’m up to soon.

On Sunday 29th April I will be walking 23.3 miles around Glasgow in a skirt. Not that I need much justification, but I hope to raise a bit of money for the Central Scotland Regional Equality Council who are kind enough to employ me, a number of my friends and provide volunteering opportunities for more friends. Here’s our website : https://www.csrec.org.uk/ You don’t all live in the UK or Scotland or in the Forth Valley. At least one of you (not naming any names) doesn’t even come from this planet (you know who you are ). Chances are there is a comparable organisation near you, fighting inequality and hate crime while doing their bit for the environment. If not, start one 😄 Donations gratefully received here : https://glasgowkiltwalk2018.everydayhero.com/uk/brian-3

Hi folks. It’s been a difficult time. I moved into just in time to be snowed in. (up to my knee) So nobody would deliver the items of furniture I needed or come to assist me fix items to walls which seriously slowed down my progress unboxing. All the while my mental health has been in flux and my work has suffered for it. A co-worker I’ve grown quite fond of is leaving and blurrrrrrrrgh! So I’ve not visited for a while. I thought I’d pop in to say hello.

Hello! 😄

The flat is now a home with only a few boxes tucked away upstairs which I will work on at my leisure.

I need to find another job as I’m finding my current one unworkable because of the distance, the hours and the fact I have to commute back to a place I associate with a lot of upset.

My tics have at times been very bad and the wonders of anxiety attacks and general anxiety have raised their heads again after a rather long pause.

Moving has been very expensive. I have almost completely wiped out my savings so add financial worries to the mix and stir but this place is amazing.

It is the most amazing flat anyone has ever lived in…ever. And I live here and I’m not being shouted at, not being ‘sent to my room’. I don’t have to suffer conspiracy theory videos 24/7 I can have booze in the house and not worry about it vanishing overnight. I can have friends and neighbour pass my threshold.

So it’s not all bad.

In fact today I’m feeling a bit optimistic. It will pass but enjoying it while it lasts 😄

Mrebo said:

Several years ago I was in a bad place. My work situation improved and that helped a lot. The mental part takes work even then. If it means doing something radical (I moved to a city where I only knew one person and took a low level job) or finding professional advice, it’s worth it if you are in a better place three years from now.

This is the situation I find myself in. I’m moving to Glasgow where I don’t know anyone really well and it’s the first time in my life I’m moving to A) a big city and B) a place I haven’t lived before in on my own. So there are layers of anxiety there but also the potential for a new start.

I’d have Leia die in the bridge explosion and remove her from the rest of the film. I’d remove Yoda. I’d have Luke burn the tree. Sensing Leia’s death would prompt Luke to confront Ren.

Warbler said:

Bingowings said:

I misjudged the situation with my co-worker. I waited for a private moment and raised the matter and I upset him while doing so to the point of making him tearful. I justly feel guilty and crappy for it and all the apologies in the world wouldn’t be enough to rectify how wrong I have been. He is a great guy and my current confused state is no excuse. I just hope to learn from the situation.

If you feel comfortable answering, how come he had you blocked?

He said he didn’t so I have to take him at his word but it doesn’t really add up but it’s not really important. What is important is I need no validation from the outside to defend what I am on the inside. I know this when I’m well but it can be the first thing to be forgotten when I’m not. This weekend is very strange. Cooked food for my ex and myself. Watched our favourite television shows but as soon as my character reference is printable the forms to let my new home will be sent. Strange is my new normal.

Handman said:

It’s shocking how all of my friends seem to care so little about me. I don’t know. I feel empty and alone.

For what it’s worth and I appreciate it’s not the same, but we are here. When you aren’t well it’s like looking into bathwater with baby oil on the surface. The whole view is distorted. Things that seem so insignificant when you are well are magnified and the truly important things are obscured and hard to make out. If your friends don’t notice your discomfort you might need to tell them about it as it might feel obvious to you but be utterly invisible to them. If after that they don’t care, well what sort of friends are they? Make new ones if you can but if it’s currently too exhausting, vent your woes elsewhere while whatever you need to do to get a purchase on the problem is kicking in. Life is short, stand as tall as you can and the best people will notice your courage.

I misjudged the situation with my co-worker. I waited for a private moment and raised the matter and I upset him while doing so to the point of making him tearful. I justly feel guilty and crappy for it and all the apologies in the world wouldn’t be enough to rectify how wrong I have been. He is a great guy and my current confused state is no excuse. I just hope to learn from the situation.

Collipso said:

Bingowings said:

Hi fellas. Progress update. Last Wednesday I came back from the South of Englandshire. I hadn’t slept much for days worried how things would turn out. It’s quite a long journey back on the train 7ish hours so very tired. My now ex partner pressed me for details so I told him about the mental health problems and that I had to leave him if I were to get better. He was sober to start with was very apologetic. Got progressively drunk and tearful and asked me to stay and talked about leaving me his money in his will and feeling suicidal. I managed to steer him to his bedroom to sleep it off. The next day was my first day at work. When I got home my now ex was spending the night in Edinburgh with someone else. So I tried to cheer myself up by using social media.The silence got to me and the magnitude of what I had just done had got to me and I noticed something. The people I know on Twitter with a mental health background or training all had me on mute. Including people I considered friends. Real friends responded and a few random strangers but not these particular people who know what’s been going on. I felt very let down and humiliated. And I found myself looking at a packet of sedatives and thinking I could take half of one and sleep or take all of them and sleep. Thankfully those that did answer helped me decide the right course. But despite sedation I only got a couple of hours sleep. Next morning I had to go to work. I felt like a zombie. I had to take long bus journey and on the way I had a complete meltdown. Uncontrollable tears on a mostly full bus and nobody asked if I was okay. Just ignored. When the ex got home he decided that it would be for the best if he got an extension built to the house so I could have space. I reminded him that I was leaving. The next day I checked a couple of flats in Glasgow. I picked one and paid the holding fee. Letting a flat is much more complicated than it was so I need to get credit checks and references together. So I had to go through the weekend in the same house as my ex and the drinking resumed as did the shouting and the muttering of obscenities as he passed my bedroom door. As before help came not from the people I expected to help but from others. Fast forward to today. I called one of our volunteers at work to try and get some forms filled. She has bipolar disorder and I discovered she has been detained in hospital over Christmas and New year. So my first thought is to visit her. Then I think a card from everyone at the office would be a nice touch and might lift her spirits. So I get one and circulate it. And there is this one chap and he is umming and arring about signing the card because he doesn’t know her well. Bear in mind this is for a lady who gave the office a huge box of chocolates for Christmas with no stipulation as to who should or shouldn’t eat them. She’s got a known mental health problem and she’s in a mental health ward and the guy is our mental first aider and one of the people muting me knowing my problems. So I just felt really let down there. I got him to sign the thing under duress and went to visit her. She loved the card regardless she looked withdrawn and distant when I arrived and really perked up by the time I left. When I got home my ex was very helpful and supportive so that was better. TLDR I am single, I have a flat sorted. And I’m a bit wiser about who my friends are.

Hello bingo. I’m unaware of who you are or what you’re really going through (besides of what you said in the post) because I’m new here. However I can see you’re a really nice person, and that alone would make me wish all and only the best for you. Given that you’re also going through hard times, those feelings that you should only get the best intensify. I’m not religious, but I’ll pray for you. I truly hope things get better for you, and they will. Really.
Hope you, and everything, get better to you.

Thanks Collapso.
It’s a big step to move on my own to a pretty big city where I know almost nobody. So I’m pretty nervous anyway and I’m already aware of my deficiencies. I don’t need them reinforced by someone at work who is young enough to my child for heaven’s sake. It’s 2:40am and I still can’t sleep and I have work in the morning with this chap. Part of me wants to find out what’s going on and ask him but another part of me wants to keep my dignity intact.

TV’s Frink said:

Join date
22-Jul-2009

…at age 35…hahahahaha.

I was 39 when I started. Now I’m 32. (47)

Warbler said:

Man, I am so sorry all that is happening to you, Bingo. Yet with all that happening, you still were able to give your coworker a lift in spirits. wow. I really hope things get better for you, Bingo. I’ll be praying.

Thanks Warb. It’s nice to be included in your conversation with the infinite. It’s greatly appreciated. As are all the messages of support on this thread and a certain secret agent over on twitter (you know who you are).

snooker said:

There’s other gay people here? Yay!

I seriously hope that everything goes well for you, and for everyone else on this board.

There’s alot of it about, whatever your it is 😃

[suspiciouscoffee said:
In other news, I’ve suddenly fallen pretty hard for a guy. He’s probably straight, but even if he isn’t, any relationship I pursue with him would result in my execution and subsequent trip to hell. I continue to daydream nonetheless, and hope God has mercy on my soul whenever I do die.

I wish you the best of luck because you never know, it might come to pass that he isn’t straight. It’s bloody awful falling for someone you suspect doesn’t feel the same way. Part of you wants to be optimistic and not be too hard on yourself but another part of you is just protecting you from humiliation and disappointnent
. My advice for what it’s worth is to be a great friend first and foremost. Never expect anything. And one day you will be astonished by someone who wants what you have to offer.

Hi fellas. Progress update. Last Wednesday I came back from the South of Englandshire. I hadn’t slept much for days worried how things would turn out. It’s quite a long journey back on the train 7ish hours so very tired. My now ex partner pressed me for details so I told him about the mental health problems and that I had to leave him if I were to get better. He was sober to start with was very apologetic. Got progressively drunk and tearful and asked me to stay and talked about leaving me his money in his will and feeling suicidal. I managed to steer him to his bedroom to sleep it off. The next day was my first day at work. When I got home my now ex was spending the night in Edinburgh with someone else. So I tried to cheer myself up by using social media.The silence got to me and the magnitude of what I had just done had got to me and I noticed something. The people I know on Twitter with a mental health background or training all had me on mute. Including people I considered friends. Real friends responded and a few random strangers but not these particular people who know what’s been going on. I felt very let down and humiliated. And I found myself looking at a packet of sedatives and thinking I could take half of one and sleep or take all of them and sleep. Thankfully those that did answer helped me decide the right course. But despite sedation I only got a couple of hours sleep. Next morning I had to go to work. I felt like a zombie. I had to take long bus journey and on the way I had a complete meltdown. Uncontrollable tears on a mostly full bus and nobody asked if I was okay. Just ignored. When the ex got home he decided that it would be for the best if he got an extension built to the house so I could have space. I reminded him that I was leaving. The next day I checked a couple of flats in Glasgow. I picked one and paid the holding fee. Letting a flat is much more complicated than it was so I need to get credit checks and references together. So I had to go through the weekend in the same house as my ex and the drinking resumed as did the shouting and the muttering of obscenities as he passed my bedroom door. As before help came not from the people I expected to help but from others. Fast forward to today. I called one of our volunteers at work to try and get some forms filled. She has bipolar disorder and I discovered she has been detained in hospital over Christmas and New year. So my first thought is to visit her. Then I think a card from everyone at the office would be a nice touch and might lift her spirits. So I get one and circulate it. And there is this one chap and he is umming and arring about signing the card because he doesn’t know her well. Bear in mind this is for a lady who gave the office a huge box of chocolates for Christmas with no stipulation as to who should or shouldn’t eat them. She’s got a known mental health problem and she’s in a mental health ward and the guy is our mental first aider and one of the people muting me knowing my problems. So I just felt really let down there. I got him to sign the thing under duress and went to visit her. She loved the card regardless she looked withdrawn and distant when I arrived and really perked up by the time I left. When I got home my ex was very helpful and supportive so that was better. TLDR I am single, I have a flat sorted. And I’m a bit wiser about who my friends are.

I saw it.
It’s a real mess.
I guess every flaw has been rolled over on the previous pages but the biggest problem for me is I felt no sense of engagement (maybe a bit with the Rey/Ren story thread). The plot had no forward momentum.
The characters learned nothing inspirational. It’s really badly edited, very jumpy.
It’s as flat and dull as any of the prequels. In fact I felt much more invested in what was going on watching ROTS than I did watching this thing.
Maybe after three decades of abuse it’s time to divorce myself from Star Wars.
I think I may have finally got too old to care about it.
Flying Frozen Leia and Crazy Ghost Yoda Puppet were so bizarre I thought I was watching something RLM put together.

Laura Dern’s hair was nice though.
Funny how with the amount of destruction caused by two ships colliding at hyperspeed nobody seemed to think about doing that during other battles or designing a hyperdrive torpedo that would have the same effect.

If our mistakes are our best teachers it’s taught me not to get too hung up over these things.
I used to love you Star Wars.
You filled my heart with wonder and filled my house with junk.
Now it’s time to say
goodbye… for a couple of years… probably.

Sorry to worry you folks.
I’m down visiting friends and family down south and while I have had some bleak moments (particularly activated someone I have begun to be rather stupidly keen on seems to be actively ignoring me for reasons yet to be known) and my tics have become almost comically uncontrollable, I had a small triumph in that a very nice (possibly too young man) got very keen on me the other night. It was kind of mystifying but nice while it lasted. It didn’t go beyond kissing but it showed me that someone likes what I have to offer and that’s a step in the right direction even if he will be hundreds of miles away. As Cole Porter put it : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Nxgc3zb7VE
Still dreading my return both to home and work. The support group I’ve been consulting seem to be not answering email either and now I have this added worry about if work is going to be made uncomfortable by uncomfortable silences. But for the time being mostly better than okay.

Thanks for the kind words. Got a case of the Morbs at the moment but nothing too serious.

Someone is bound to love this awful thing : https://youtu.be/IgPgavmY99U

I had my first counseling session on Tuesday. It was pretty awful. I thawed out 47 years of suppressed weird misery. After a few minutes I had to stop looking at the counsellor because she was out of her depth. I don’t think she’d heard anything quite like it. And if I started to moderate my story to what her body language was saying I’d never get it out. The poor woman her hands were shaking as she took my money. And there I was. On the street with several tonnes of emotional permafrost melted and I had to get bus home and get more drunken abuse. But it did cure my tics for about 36hours. They then came back with gusto when I had my clandestine meeting with a domestic abuse prevention chap. I may get some assistance getting me the hell out of here. Got a new tic. I got to the location of the meeting earlier than I anticipated so I walked around the supermarket because it was the only thing open. There were these Batman toys on display. As I left the building I let out a yelp of " yay Batman!" I wish I could do it again. My partner is drunk downstairs and has spent much of the day texting me demanding my door key. I hate going home. I spend much of my time at work stressing about going home. Now have a weekend and everyone is telling me to have a good one. I will get through this but I really need a run of good luck and happiness because there hasn’t been much for a very long time. Sadly I don’t think the universe operates on a balanced tally system. I’m doing another couple of sessions before Christmas and after Christmas is when I blow the whistle on 16 years of mostly misery. God only knows how that will turn out. Not feeling very festive. I changed my Twitter name to Umjinglwings which is about as Christmassy as I can cope with at the moment.

I have a pal at work at he really feels bad about having what he feels is poor taste in music. True some of what he likes isn’t to my taste but I think he is being hard on himself. It struck me we could have a whiteboard and list guilty pleasures on it and point out the benile silliness of discrimination based on liking things that other people don’t. There is already a guilty pleasure thread and a so bad it’s good thread. This thread is to list recordings of songs that we feel are genuinely torturous, so bad that they should come with a health warning. If anyone likes them or loves them be brave quote the post and confess your love for the hated. So to get the bowels running my hated single is Doctor in Distress by the appropriately named Who Cares? It was an awareness raising single to try and prevent Doctor Who from being cancelled in the 80s. Money went to charity. All good and well BUT by Jingo is awful. Listen at your own risk. https://youtu.be/sJIDFsJE8GA if you like or… love this steaming pile, I’m not judging you.