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Brief updates.

So I'm about 50% (really more like 30%, but who's counting....) to sorting out this vlogging thing. Suffice to say that this week's Bad Movie Monday will likely not be a vlog.

The problem isn't so much the vlogging itself. Lord knows I'll talk anyone's ear off if left unchecked, and I talk to myself plenty enough to feel comfortable talking to a webcam.

No, the trouble has been more in the filming (I'm not sure if it's the camera, the program(s), or the computer, but there have been some irksome issues.) and the editing (it scares me.). Gonna hafta work on both parts of that....

Meanwhile!, I can feel some sexy Doctor Who posts brewin'. At the least a 'page' along the side justifying why I think it's basically the most amazing show/phenomenon/thing ever.

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