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Double Boosh!

Another youtube update! Holy WHAT!?

I know, right? I haven't uploaded to youtube in about 2 years it feels and all of a sudden--DOUBLE BOOSH. 2 videos in the same week, man. F'ing nuts.

Meanwhile, here's the video from yesterday:
I've actually more or less figured out which poem to read, but I'll gladly still take suggestions :)

The choices are

I'll print it out and start markerizing it up today and maybe have something out sometime tomorrow....? 0.o It's a scary thought, frankly.



I'm still kind of amazed that not only did I upload something to my youtube twice in one week but that I actually edited this second one. Crazy, yeh?

It's a testament to how far I've come, I guess. Used to be I just couldn't stand listening/watching myself on camera--nevermind be bothered to actually rewatch my own videos before posting them. My video making process basically ran: I'd ramble one out, post it, and be done with it. Sometimes I'd do more than one take if I felt I'd really screwed something up. But generally I never edited and envied all the fancy people who did.

So this was an interesting experience. Nothing earth-shattering, actually, but it turned out to be a much easier process than I had imagined. Yeah, it took a bitch and a half to figure out a program to edit with on Linux and get it to deal with the file I fed it (.3gp is the devil...), but actually editing it wasn't so bad. Parker even helped a bit towards the end.

And now that I've figured out what needs doing, it'll be a cinch in the future. This might actually mean you'll get less "um"s and deathrambles outta me. Like, you might actually hear points being made and order somewhat apparent. Try not to scream yourself silly, it's going to be all right.

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