Fucking hell.
Has it ever occurred to everyone that with the increase of digitally-enhanced toys comes the digitally-increased incapatability? Here's me with a lovely hand-me-down DVDCam to record with, a compatible PC to link up with, and the sheer luck of having the cord to connect each and upload film. You'd think by the sound of it I should breeze through my project. You're probably guessing more or less correctly that this was far from the truth.
My recording project is taking more time because I was searching until 3am looking online for a free program that can convert a .VRO file to a .WMV. Don't bother wondering, I was learning what those were as I went along and they ain't something I'd even need to know for a trivia show.
Hey! Internet! I know the internets! I can has interweb intellimagence!
(Gawd I've really got to stop looking at pictures of cute pussies)
First program I find only converts 10 minutes of the file. Um. No. Delete.
Second program only converts 2 minutes of the file AND slaps a water mark dead center. Look, I know I'm an ugly fuck but I've got to be seen as well as heard. Delete.
My helpful friend at P&PG Chat finally found something that works. Day 2 of filming begins. Finally.
We's gots tons of gadgets, gewgaws, and attention-grabbers to melt our eyes out of their sockets by, and control our population with. Can we get the compatibility issue blown out of Steve Jobs' ass please? I choose him because besides the japanese sensation reference and the increasing desire to cram him into a ball the size of a L'eggs container, he seems to come up with a new toy every other week. Or at least a new iWay to iSomething into iUsefulness.
I can create a page on Facebook and prattle on about matters of business apart from the profile page where I prattle on about what games I'm currently playing. Then I can jump on another site (like the one that sponsors my blog, thank you) and make a separate locale to piss, moan, and complain in a fashion I hope is entertaining to others. THEN I get to use a third site to link the two together, plus have a way on each to get to the other. Within no more than a click or two. THEN I can click my buttons again and tweet the fact I'm playing games and pissing and moaning and drinking a purple panther piss double-caff late of my own design while watching stupid cartoons, and merrily ranting along on my computer; all summed up in a short message and an even shorter link.
(At this time, my therapist suggests that I take a moment to breathe or I shall die. Thank you for waiting)
BUT, when I'm trying to get past the fact I blink too much while on camera I would rather not have to deal with the last-minute fact I can't upload the vid to my computer unless I only watch it via a DVD player program. No Windows Media Player. No Winamp. No whipping the llama's ass. No, I've got to convert it first. Just like I convert my vitriol into words on a page. Fucking hell...
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Has it ever occurred to everyone that with the increase of digitally-enhanced toys comes the digitally-increased incapatability? Here's me with a lovely hand-me-down DVDCam to record with, a compatible PC to link up with, and the sheer luck of having the cord to connect each and upload film. You'd think by the sound of it I should breeze through my project. You're probably guessing more or less correctly that this was far from the truth.
My recording project is taking more time because I was searching until 3am looking online for a free program that can convert a .VRO file to a .WMV. Don't bother wondering, I was learning what those were as I went along and they ain't something I'd even need to know for a trivia show.
Hey! Internet! I know the internets! I can has interweb intellimagence!
(Gawd I've really got to stop looking at pictures of cute pussies)
First program I find only converts 10 minutes of the file. Um. No. Delete.
Second program only converts 2 minutes of the file AND slaps a water mark dead center. Look, I know I'm an ugly fuck but I've got to be seen as well as heard. Delete.
My helpful friend at P&PG Chat finally found something that works. Day 2 of filming begins. Finally.
We's gots tons of gadgets, gewgaws, and attention-grabbers to melt our eyes out of their sockets by, and control our population with. Can we get the compatibility issue blown out of Steve Jobs' ass please? I choose him because besides the japanese sensation reference and the increasing desire to cram him into a ball the size of a L'eggs container, he seems to come up with a new toy every other week. Or at least a new iWay to iSomething into iUsefulness.
I can create a page on Facebook and prattle on about matters of business apart from the profile page where I prattle on about what games I'm currently playing. Then I can jump on another site (like the one that sponsors my blog, thank you) and make a separate locale to piss, moan, and complain in a fashion I hope is entertaining to others. THEN I get to use a third site to link the two together, plus have a way on each to get to the other. Within no more than a click or two. THEN I can click my buttons again and tweet the fact I'm playing games and pissing and moaning and drinking a purple panther piss double-caff late of my own design while watching stupid cartoons, and merrily ranting along on my computer; all summed up in a short message and an even shorter link.
(At this time, my therapist suggests that I take a moment to breathe or I shall die. Thank you for waiting)
BUT, when I'm trying to get past the fact I blink too much while on camera I would rather not have to deal with the last-minute fact I can't upload the vid to my computer unless I only watch it via a DVD player program. No Windows Media Player. No Winamp. No whipping the llama's ass. No, I've got to convert it first. Just like I convert my vitriol into words on a page. Fucking hell...
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