Damn and Blast

The whole idea is that, with this Firewire card, I can upload footage from the video camera and post it here, so you can see - oh I dunno, Kit playing his guitar, Beri going off on one or Sid being cute.

One whole evening later, I established that the tape I was attempting to upload was faulty, and the process worked perfectly with another tape. 11 o'clock is also a fine time to discover that for a one-hour tape the process lasts well over two hours. Groan.

But we have footage! On the computer, readily viewable in Windows Movie Maker! Two year old footage, but hey! Footage!

Lovely, lovely footage. Sid less than a year old, Beri at two and a half SO CUTE, I wallowed in nostalgia. Until I came to wondering which bits to post. And then, oh boy did I see the stuff with a different eye.

Where do I start? How about the dodginess of the lighting? The bad, bad, BAD composition? The AWFUL commentary? (Embarrassingly revealing how crap our parenting skillls were. WERE, I say.)

Still and all, I felt that ten seconds of a fat, naked, hairless Sid drooling over some Geomag would do as an entertaining enough experiment.

I dunno - maybe if I had more than ten minutes in a row I might have got to understand Movie Maker a little better. Or at all. I got precisely nowhere. So that is why, instead of some amusing anecdote from our action-packed weekend, all family-oriented and FUN, you are reading a RANT.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.