Preparations E.

In the absence of an Avid to play with at the moment (Kent has had some work stuff going on, so he probably won’t get to take his first look at it until tonight), I’ve been testing out the Super VHS VTR that I got in the same package, as well as messing around with some 3-D software (of which more later).

This is it – being on top of that tower of plastic shelves (my temporary solution to the lack of a rack) probably makes it look a bit smaller than it really is. It’s a bulky, heavy monster, and just getting it up there scared the hell outta me. (The thought of having to lift it off of there someday scares me too.) It delivers a very nice picture, and has both BNC and S-video output ports; I ran one of the S-video outputs to the S-video jack on Orac’s LCD screen, which will serve nicely as a playback monitor. It gives an awesome picture, even on stuff that I shot years and years ago with my plain old VHS camcorder.

This is the documentation for the Avid, by the way. Note that it’s bigger than the freakin’ speaker!

This is an Olivia I woke up while I was trying to get this picture, looking like she’s just been squished by all those pillows.

This is a flavored water drink we picked up at the store the other day – yummy apple flavor, though it turned out not to be sugar-free, so I don’t know if I’ll be getting any more. But at the very least I was completely fascinated by that container – it’s like a plastic drink bottle sliced in half with a pop-top can lid on the top. Maybe this is something that’s been floating around the rest of the country for ages, but I’ve never seen anything like it – pretty cool, actually.
I have to go back to work tonight, and I’m in no hurry to do so. That may be big talk for someone with a broken Avid, but it’s getting harder and harder to not just walk out of the place. (For those thinking “Well, that’s okay, but common sense would seem to dictate not blogging about it getting harder and harder to not just walk out of the place,” that thought’s occurred…but so has another thought: I don’t care. At the moment they need me more than I care to stick around with them. I don’t have to be part of that organization to make my soul and my life complete, y’know? Plus I’ve made no secret of my desire to leave, or the reasons why. The income helps, but even that can be replaced once I’m up and running. (And in any case, the money I’d save by not having to drive half an hour into town every day would almost cancel out the loss of income.)
Just gotta be patient…