Scribble’s Notepad 2.0

I’ve been working on this for a while, I have another version (2.1) coming out sometime in the near future as well, I was going to include the features from my current project file into version 2, but I just want to get this program out there now.

Scribble’s Notepad 1 looked terrible (as you can see below), it was a bland, pale, featureless text editor with no real benefits other than the fact it auto-saved and could be locked to the top. It was okay, I actually used it myself to do Society and History homework, as you can see I lazily left my notes on there in the screenshot:

But it was time to redecorate, rethink and rejuvenate. I started working on Scribble’s 2.0 probably last year, but it hasn’t been in full-time development, only last month did I pick up where I left off to get things moving again. Now, after many a hurdles and bug testing, I finally have Scribble’s Notepad 2.0 here. I think it’s nice. =)

Scribble’s Notepad 2.0 keeps the features that Scribble’s 1 had. It will save your note automatically when you close the program, or when you switch notes. 

Let me run down what’s new with Scribble’s Notepad.

Note Page: Now Scribble’s Notepad has a Note Page, click the Note Page button in the utility sidebar and you can view the rest of your notes, you can also delete and rename notes from this page, I think it’s rather handy when managing different homework assignments or notes.

Themes: Scribble’s Notepad now has themes, do you like a particular colour? Leather? Dark? No problem, express your feelings using the themes in the Settings menu, make Scribble’s as slick as you want it.

Portable: Before if you copied Scribble’s onto a USB and took it to another computer you wouldn’t get any of your notes, instead the notes would stay on the computer you ran it on. Now, Scribble’s is entirely portable. I mean entirely, Scribble’s doesn’t even save it’s settings on the AppData folder anymore, it saves it in the directory it was run from. When you run Scribble’s Notepad 2.0 it creates a Notes folder, in it you have all your notes, your settings etc. This means you can take Scribble’s with you on a USB and access everything on any Windows computer (with the .NET 4 Framework installed.)

Hide Me: If Scribble’s Notepad is in the way, just click on the Eye Button, this makes Scribble’s transparent, but at the same time allows you to continue writing. This means that if Scribble’s is in the way, you can easily just turn Scribble’s invisible and get note taking again.

Size Lock: If you use the snap feature in Windows 7 this feature will give you more control over Scribble’s Notepad. Set the size, lock the notepad, then you can snap Scribble’s to  the right side, then the left side, ooh and back to the right side. The entire time with Scribble’s being the exact size that you want.

So there we have it, isn’t it nice? I’m so proud of it! So go to the download page and check it out, don’t forget to tell me what you think, hope you enjoy it, happy note taking.

I can’t wait until I release version 2.1 to you guys, I’ve been working on some more features that will make Scribble’s even better.



Scribble’s Notepad 2.0 has been reviewed by the awesome Softoxi team. 
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Why Photographers don’t like Zorb Balling

I wrote this Story as a a part of my Creative Writing Class. I was handed the Homework last wednesday, and finished it about 10 minutes ago. I was working on this for literally no more than 20-30 minutes. We chose a picture each that was up front of the classroom, my one was a picture of a sunrise with a Zorb Ball in the middle of the screen. We are told to write from the point of view of the photographer. Have a read of this, its not very good, but it might be. Enjoy, Maybe.

As many of you readers know, I have been on a circumnavigation of New Zealand armed with nothing more than $2000, clothing and my film camera along with 10 Rolls of Film. As today was my last day before heading back down under I decided I should go and take a photo to sum it all up. 

To set the scene, I had 1 exposure left on my film this morning and the previous day I spied a spot where the sunrise would look absolutely magic. As it was a public holiday yesterday and too early for any shops this morning, I couldn’t get hold of any more film. I decided to make the effort, and get up before the crack of dawn to shoot a beautiful landscape for use in my gallery.
I was atop the hill by 5:00am, the sun was scheduled to rise at around 5:30. I made sure the camera was set-up exactly as required. Tripod, F/8, 1/60 Second. All was ready to go. All that was left was the sun to be in exactly the right position and BAM, I would fire. It was just after the entire sun appeared. I had my eyes shut because of the brightness, I opened them at that moment and looked over the white sands below, it was beautiful. I knew for sure that I was on an award-winning shot. I shut my eyes, Pushed the button, then kept my eyes shut for another 10 seconds, to savour that winning feeling inside. My journey was complete, I survived for 20 Days, and had used the last of my 10 rolls of film. I had won.

I was so excited about seeing the winning shot. I knew that no Photo-Labs were open for at least another 3-4 hours. I calmed myself down and then went for a cuppa and breakfast. Read the paper cover to cover just so I could whittle away some hours until that magic time of 9:00 when the Camera Shop Opened. When that clock ticked over I jumped and ran… Across the road to the camera shop. I walked up to the desk and announced triumphantly “Caaaan I get just the last exposure on this roll developed please?” the Lady behind the counter replied “You Certainly can, $2.80 Please!”. The longest 5 seconds of my life then took place as I opened my wallet to find nothing but a Ferry Ticket from Last Week. I was Flat Broke. I used my last $5 on that DAMN coffee. I explained to the lady how much it meant to me and she eventually gave in and said that I could have the photo for free. I could have kissed her at this point, it saved my day. I drooled over some cameras for the next 5 minutes or so then she returned, print in hand. I was about to see the most amazing photo of my life time.

“No. This is not my photo. There has been a mistake.”
“This is certainly your photograph sir.”
I walked out in disbelief. That “Zorb” Ball rolled directly through the middle of the photo. Blocking out the beach and white sands completely. I didn’t even see it. Damn my closed eyes. I walked in silence still staring at that photo the entire way to the airport. Cars and people were rushing by. Yeah, I had some other nice shots I think from the trip, but none were as good as this one would have been. I am sitting here, some 35,000 feet over the Tasman Sea still in disbelief, but writing this blog post. I will get over it. One day, but not today.

 So, What did you think??? Let me know down below. Cheers, Sam

Paranormal Activity – The Real-Life Version

Ever been to Port Arthur? You know, the massive all-male, maximum security prison on the Tasman Peninsula that closed back in 1877? Well, recently I got to go to Port Arthur on a school camp, with a mass of Grade 7s…

Anyway, the camp included a ghost tour of the Port Arthur historic site. I enthusiastically went along on the tour, hoping to see something out of the ordinary, even a slight glimpse of a figure (or ghost). But of course, you will have to find out later on, as if I tell you now it would destroy the “suspense” and excitement…

Our tour guide was dressed in a long, black trench coat which made him look quite scary when you looked from a distance. With only 3 lamps to light our way, we started to walk across the parade ground.

“Now now kids, just remember there are no things intentionally put in the buildings that will scare you, and there are no people dressed up to test your bravery!!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course I am sure! Never fear, your guide is here!”

Now, obviously we were all either 12-13 or 15-16 years old, so our “bravery” in these sorts of situations is quite high. Though on second thought, if you are petrified of the dark or paranormal “activity,” I suggest you stay well away from Port Arthur at night.

The guide told us stories of the weird things that happen there at night. He told us of things that the convicts endured, things that the guards did, even things that shouldn’t even be mentioned on this kind of tour!

We reached the house of the Man at Arms and his family. We went up to the door… and then…


“What is wrong young man?!”

“I shined my torch in the window of the house and saw a man looking straight back at me…”

Well maybe not, but it was a story that lead up to us entering the house. What a nightmare, the girls gave out a whimper at every creek, every brush of their shoulders etc. After a little story, we left…


Wait, wait was that????

Now, I don’t want to spoil the tour for you if you have never been on one. Therefore, I will not tell you exactly what each story was about. Yeah, I know, you hate me now. I forgive you…

Anyway! Back to the story!

Walking across the hill, passing a house that is not far from the ruins of the hospital, and the guide tells us yet another story. It is pitch black now, and nearly everyone is huddling close to another person.

The guide tells us of a man and a girl who were staying in the top floor of the house we were facing. One night, the girl wakes her father up to tell him that she has heard a person walking around downstairs. The man grabs a torch, walks down the stairs and…


A possum, making a loud screeching noise that oddly enough sounded like a girl screaming. The whole lot of us yelled and huddled into one massive group, with the teachers trying to assure us that it was only a natural call from a native Australian animal… Good work guys! Bravo at making us feel better!!

After he finished the story, we go into the hospital. Once again, another story. I see nothing.

This continues for the majority of the tour. We go into the Penitentiary, (where we actually get to sit down) and we still see no paranormal beings anywhere in the vicinity… until we cross the bridge to the Parade Ground and face the “Isle of the Dead.” The guide begins to tell us about the Isle of the Dead, how 1100 people were buried there, and that a man used to be a grave-digger on the island.

Suddenly, I hear several people behind me whispering about something in the window of the hospital up on the hill. I look around and there, in the middle of the window, was a tall, white figure staring down at us. Silently.

After that, pretty much the whole group started to realise that there was actually a ghost clearly visible. I tell my friends about it, they look, get scared etc. We finish the tour and walk back to the visitor centre. Then, it started to move. It turned to its left, and walked away.

My friends all started to swear, and ran like chickens with their heads cut off. The figure slowly moved out of existence and vanished. Returning to the visitor centre, we all received a certificate stating that with great bravery and courage we had completed the tour. I then asked the guide whether he had seen the figure in the window, and he said that he had not.

So there is my freaky experience for you. Every tour is different though, so you can’t say I spoiled it for you!!!

Until my next post,


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Cars: The Un-Animated Real Life Horror Film

Hey folks, just going to casually talk about how I nearly died yesterday!

Well technically every time we travel in a vehicle we ‘nearly’ die, and the chances of dying or having the very being that you are unplugged by an injury is pretty high. But really it’s not surprising at all when you remember that it’s a large heavy hunk of metal, on wheels, traveling at high speeds. We don’t naturally travel anywhere near as fast as these cages on wheels go, but we seem quite content with strapping ourselves in and going for a ‘spin… but that’s not really relevant at the moment.

Back on topic… Nearly dying, got it… Yeah, I think I’ll take my time. I’ll get to the point at the end of the post. If people got to the point straight away there wouldn’t be any storyline, there wouldn’t be any point in going to a movie theatre because the movie would get to the point in the first 30 seconds… For those that follow Vlog My Blog you’ll understand what I’m carrying on about.

Yesterday I and many other students went to the RYDA program, the program that aims to teach younglings how to responsibly drive a car. Unfortunately 90% of younglings these days are too ignorantly careless towards the matter that is real life. Yoda would deny them any training, though I’m not quite sure why Yoda is coming into this post at all.

To start off the program was the bus ride, which didn’t really set a good example. The bus had no seat belts, no leg room, and an arrangement of metal bars that looked like they had been placed there by some scheming lunatic who designed the bus in a way to ensure that in the event of a crash all occupants would end up playing a rather fatal game of twister… with their guts.

Once we’d arrived we went through, station by station. First off we had a recap of all the basics, don’t drink while driving, don’t drive while sleepy, don’t sleep while drivey and don’t drink and sleep simultaneously while driving. They may need to run through it again with me, something didn’t quite sound right about that…

After that we had a policewoman there to tell us about the amount of deaths in Australia, the amount of us that would probably not be around within the next few years. She also explained how P-Platers are far more dangerous than any other drivers, and how hooning around and showing off in a car resorts to accidents. A no-brainer really, if it were olden times and you had the noose around your neck you wouldn’t be hooning around. The car is essentially the same risk, you muck around you’re going to get hurt. It’s like the basic rule they tell you in kindergarten, don’t run with scissors, don’t play with fire. The facts the policewoman said about the worrying, and people should really pay attention to them.

The day came to an end, we had been told about car safety features, we’d gotten into a car with a safety instructor so that he could show us what breaking in an emergency situation would be like, we’d purchased sausages from the sausage sizzle, finally it was over. I was now clearly decisive of my future.

Time to get back to school. We all climbed aboard the bus that was so old it no longer met any of today’s safety regulations, and begun driving back to the school. Suddenly, while driving along a busy 4 lane highway, as if some sick-minded person from RYDA had one final warning for us, the bus began to jolt. There was a loud ripping sound, which turned into a rapid chopping, a violent groan… and we were all flipping out.

There were no heroic figures that leapt up like Bruce Willis and said, “Don’t panic, just do exactly as I say.”
However one of our supervising teachers did say shortly after, “Don’t worry guys, we just ran over some rope. It’s the body that was attached to the rope you should worry about.”

He was joking folks, just in case I have a few of those weird ones reading…

Turned out we’d run over something and the tire had burst, though at the time, not wearing seat belts, cars racing all around us, thoughts of all the back-ending stuff the day had warned us about, left us reasonably frightened. The bus pulled over, then we just walked up to the school. But the fact is it was movie-like… No? Oh, well, this was pretty much a waste of your time… Not a very good cliffhanger.

The point? A day that warned us about crashes and accidents happened to have one at the end of the day to top it all off. Though if the bus we were in had been taken off the road ages ago like it should have, who knows, we may have still been alive today…

Well, there we have it, a terrifying tale, worthy of a place in an epic movie. Hop to it directors.

See you next weeky.


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