I downloaded a piece of software called "Freemake Video Converter" and this allows me to convert and edit the dreaded .mov files that my trusty Kodak camera films in. See, I have two cameras that enable the video entertainment you watch and enjoy every day.
#1 is a cheap kodak camera I bought in 2005. The video is captured in .mov format which can't be edited on my pc. The majority of the short clips with no editing are from this camera.
#2 is a JVC minidv camera that captures to tape that then must be captured to my computer via firewire and edited into a movie file and saved and then uploaded. I can edit that stuff all day long but on my 2002 laptop computer it takes literally 7-10 hours to capture, edit, and save and upload a 5 minute video. So I prefer to video things spontaneously with the kodak and skip the editing. This feeds my need to improvise entertainment because I know I can't edit it. (this camera is ruined and I need $1500 for a new one and until that happens I can't capture all my arctic wolf footage and edit it.)
This video of me and the chicken farmer calling tech support for his Nikon camera's pink screen problem is an example of what goes wrong with the kodak film crew. We filmed 15 minutes of video that I can't edit...until now. With this software I can now spend 5 hours editing that video in half and then saving it and then uploading it. And I can convert the video to other formats so I can edit it freely. That's a bonus. Of course this video is only funny for 30 seconds so I made a mistake of filling google storage banks with unnecessary amounts of data.
My pranks are getting more serious. The arctic wolf quest was a stepping stone to DMV identity tampering as I went out and got my lip and nose pierced specifically for the dmv photo as well as wearing my Silk Shirt from India and gypsy necklaces. I looked like a hungover Los Angeles Rock Star who got lost on the way to Hampton Beach.
I can't wait to get the color license in the mail. It 'looks like one eye is looking up and the other eye is looking down. Why That?
...another 8 hours spent under my van. Awoke with the solar flares warming up the blood caked on my lips by my vagrant ulcer. Radiator coolant pooling in pockets on my water pump. I thought it was the water pump failing like I know it will soon along with my arthritic knees, then decided it was loose hose clamps like the prostate gland that pulsates like a broken heart on valentine's day, then decided it was loose bolts holding the thermostat on from when I changed it in a walmart parking lot in Cornerbrook, Newfoundland. I don't know what will fix it. Should I work 8 hours a day on other people's cars so I can pay someone to fix my van or should I personally spend the 8 hours working on my van every day? I replaced the exhaust donuts/gaskets two months ago but the other day one of them blew out and it sounds like death race 2011 rolling up on the school yard where I park to self-inflict my own misery as penance for the injustice that runs like a swollen river through our diseased culture.
Yes, my blindness is pointed out repeatedly by other blind mice. It amounts to compromise and indifference of my spineless adventures through Oggy Land.
I'm the bitter monkey left outside of the pack. I'll dance for your nickle but I'll resent the attention I crave more than brown hair on my head.
"Chasing time" with razor blades and men's health pills. The creatine has helped my shoulder pain but it moved into my lungs as gaseous fumes became trapped in the diseased fibrous tissue of my left lung.
Watched an upsetting set of television about liars and crooks and child rapists and blind acrobats. It should remind me of my luck at avoiding the criminals of the world but you could also look at it as unlucky because now I only have myself to blame now.
Tom Waits (the writer of the song the blind boys from alabama sing in the video) said that the world is full of "The Dead on Vacation" and I think my vacation time is going to expire soon. Maybe I could ask for an extension.
The chicken man's nikon camera was taking photos in a pink spectrum that led us on a trail to the earthquake ravaged country of the Dominican Republic and a conversation with Jose, a customer service outsource tech. It was all going down hill into a comedy of errors "Hello, Mr. Hawkings...:" and email addresses and mocking tones by all three of us when we decided to video the whole affair to share with all you who are hungry for news into the decline of mankind (or how we spent our sunday afternoon).
Darvid said, "What was I doing in Franconia? Making a living." and I'm pretty sure his idea of making a living was not hunched over a computer talking about pink picture salutations in the Dominican Republic of Hatian downfall or posting viral videos of skateboarders getting their teeth knocked out by their own board. We're a nation of hot sauce-phobic munchin eaters and we got no backbone because the service industry stole our soles for the rockless rolls and panini bread sandwiches. I'll rant and I'll rave like true newfoundlanders.
I can't wait to get the color license in the mail. It 'looks like one eye is looking up and the other eye is looking down. Why That?
