Hello, I'm a Mac
Yep. Macs are bitchin'. (Yeah, I know that we've known this all along, but I'm on this weird kinda high since I've finally found one that allows me to use internet. I love my WiFi connection. It kicks ass.) Well, one downside is that for some reason it doesn't let me use LJ-Cuts. But that's okay. Annoying Katalyna will just be the cherry on to ;)
Okay, so Samira came over today to work on our NHD. After we spent like, half an hour after school just waiting for Mr. Dempsey to shut up and hand over the computer, (although we did accumulate a crapload of Dempsey-isms,) we arrived at mi casa and promptly (well, sorta) started working.
After getting high off of Diet Pepsi, French fries, and one and a half hard-boiled eggs, (hmm, Andrew), it took us about an hour to record three minutes of voiceovers, courtesy of our random outbursts. (C'mon, Samira. Say it with me: FOUR.)
We had a magical discovery while fooling around and playing our voiceovers backwards in FinalCut. It sounds like Samira's saying something . . . else . . . when she says "Buffalo, New York." Since Samira wanted to rant about that on her LJ, I'm just gonna stop there. It's better if you hear it for yourself, anyway.
Moving on, I'm very proud of Samira and I, since we've finally learned how to navigate through Final Cut. (Well, we need to learn how to pan, but, psh, details.) I actually think there's hope in having this puppy done by Saturday. Maybe even by Friday night. Yes, I am that confident.
I think I've forced everyone to watch Castle of Zoltare, right? I think I missed telling Megan. Maybe not. In any case . . . Megan. Go. Watch. Be happy. Drink milk. Don't do drugs. Stay in school. All that jazz.
Hmm, I have more to rant about, but I should really start working on this thang if my brilliant hopes and dreams are to come true.
Okay, so Samira came over today to work on our NHD. After we spent like, half an hour after school just waiting for Mr. Dempsey to shut up and hand over the computer, (although we did accumulate a crapload of Dempsey-isms,) we arrived at mi casa and promptly (well, sorta) started working.
After getting high off of Diet Pepsi, French fries, and one and a half hard-boiled eggs, (hmm, Andrew), it took us about an hour to record three minutes of voiceovers, courtesy of our random outbursts. (C'mon, Samira. Say it with me: FOUR.)
We had a magical discovery while fooling around and playing our voiceovers backwards in FinalCut. It sounds like Samira's saying something . . . else . . . when she says "Buffalo, New York." Since Samira wanted to rant about that on her LJ, I'm just gonna stop there. It's better if you hear it for yourself, anyway.
Moving on, I'm very proud of Samira and I, since we've finally learned how to navigate through Final Cut. (Well, we need to learn how to pan, but, psh, details.) I actually think there's hope in having this puppy done by Saturday. Maybe even by Friday night. Yes, I am that confident.
I think I've forced everyone to watch Castle of Zoltare, right? I think I missed telling Megan. Maybe not. In any case . . . Megan. Go. Watch. Be happy. Drink milk. Don't do drugs. Stay in school. All that jazz.
Hmm, I have more to rant about, but I should really start working on this thang if my brilliant hopes and dreams are to come true.