Oh, Well. . .
Can you tell -- from how often I've posted -- just how awful this month has been? Well, it has. The new carpet just got put in YESTERDAY. Almost one month after most of my house was flooded. Slow, much? I think so. But, that's okay. I'm not complaining. . . much. Matter of fact, I won't complain at all.
Moving on . . . I finally got a video up on youtube and it's horrible. I've fixed it -- a little bit -- and am reposting it today, with sound even. (I did a voiceover thing explaining it. It's terrible, but it's better than it was. I finally figured out how to convert to mp4. Duh! I feel like such a lunk head. It was pretty simple, once I just sat down and looked at everything.)
No progress on the text game. I'm hopeless. I just can't get a handle on what I want to express with the medium. I haven't quit, yet, but I think I'm going to concentrate on the video thing for a little while. I might even start a video log. Probably not actual video of me, but something video-y (probably not anything approaching a real word, but . . . video-like is too longish so video-y will do).
Okay. Wait. I have got to complain about one thing. My new carpet (which someone else picked out) is light, lite, really, really light, beige. Almost white. Hmmm. I have a three year old kid. How long do you think this carpet will survive in its original state? Any guesses? A month? A week? A day? 12 hours? AAARGGH!
Well, it's Friday. Most people are happy about that. I'm ambivalent. I'll get some video stuff done today. The rest of the time I'm going to spend being slightly ill and horribly worried about the new carpet. (Won't let myself get scotchguard stuff until after the first. It's an extra expense we didn't need. But it'll be necessary.)
Sunday is Oscar night. I haven't seen a new movie in almost a year. I don't think I've even wanted to go to any of the nominated films. Maybe it'll be fun just to sit here at my computer and watch and laugh, thinking of all the people out there who think Hollywood is so glamorous. (Hahahahah!) Some of the people are, some of the time. The place? No. Walk five blocks west or south of where the awards are held and the glamor completely disappears, as if by magic. Movie magic. Hey, kids, the streets of Hollywood are paved with the same crap any other small town five miles from one of the largest cities on Earth and ten miles from a seaside resort town is . . . . crap! Unless you really, really can act, or are really, really, really rich, STAY HOME. Enjoy the Oscars once a year with the rest of us and be grateful not to be in Hollywood.
Ehem! How I got off on that tangent I'll never know. Anyway, happy Oscar weekend, if I don't post again, have a good one.
