Blogging world. It has been a while. Essentially, things are going well. My life is coalescing into something that doesn’t suck. All the fun I’m having never spurs on decent writing. Where’s the turmoil? The small handful of obstacles I have encountered as of late:
- The common cold.
- Registering for new courses on fxphd.com. Nuke is a must, Cinema 4D a maybe but perhaps a course on Premier or Avid in light of the recent Final Cut debacle? The major fallacy of this online learning is it all sounds so appealing! One thing is for absolute certain: I must decide before the term starts. Being behind is completely out of character and I don’t enjoy it. DSLRs entice me greatly…
- Final Cut. What am I going to do with you? I have no need to toss you out and adopt a new NLE, but it’s hard to resist the mob of ax- and torch-wielders demanding blood (and FCS3) from Apple. My workflow is tapeless, my deliverables Quicktime or WMV files. A typical turnaround is two weeks. I’ve NEVER needed an EDL! I HAVE NO NEED FOR AVID! FCPX FITS MY NEEDS (almost) PERFECTLY! On paper. Yet, I can’t help but feel betrayed. FCP7 has been a wonderful program to me, minus all the hours wasted “Writing Video” and I’m saddened to see it diminish into the night amidst all the fire and bloodshed. If I’m ever going to move on into the world of shimmering (yet dying) post houses, shuttling video between mixers and colorists and producers, outputting to tape and churning through hours and hours of footage, transitioning from FCP7 to FCPX while continuing to ignore the alternatives appears naive and selfish at best. Probably my greatest fallacy is the desire to know everything, but never knowing where to start and falling upon the throne of laziness once the undertaking has begun. *sigh* I need some editor friends to vent to…
- Mentally, I’m better. But one issue I can’t dispel is the itching inclination to have a better good time than the hypothetical you (i.e. my sister, or my other friend, or whoever else). Rather than just FUCKING ENJOY EXISTING, I expend an exorbitant amount of energy stressing over whether my good time is better than yours. Not good.
I’m too tried to think anymore. Another time, perhaps?
