remastering superstar, or: just shoot me.
This stupid fucking vid has cuts like every sixteen frames. Two-thirds of the clips have been slowed down or speeded up. And virtually every one is timed to some tiny thing in the music that, okay, probably only I can hear, but I have looked at this vid so. many. times. that if I get a clip just two frames out of alignment it looks off to me.
Who made this fucking thing? What were they thinking with this insane incessant intercutting? Whose idiot idea was it for me to remaster it with better source? And why can't I just have a nice normal hobby like, I don't know, knitting or something?
Oh, wait . . .
Everyone pray that this fit of annoyance wears off before I start the next vid, or it's just gonna be long uncut scenes from FotR slapped haphazardly onto six minutes grabbed at random from the middle of that interminable fucking requiem. Just the thought of editing the *music* for that thing is sending me into great clomping hysterics. I'm gonna need a support group, a handful of diazepam, a really big chocolate cake, two gallons of milk, and probably a stint of Trotsky Icepick, Mission of Burma, or early Replacements playing at obscenely high volume while I fiddle with waveforms by visuals alone.
Alternatively, perhaps I should just go to bed.