Brain Fart

So I’ve been lagging on these posts and I apologize to the three of you that check this blog regularly for updates. Sorry Mom, Dad, and Nathaniel from Finland who stumbled on our website after thinking Harvin was his long lost twin sister.

But I’ve actually been busy this entire week. I shot and edited a music video for a South Asian artist named Svetha Rao which has kept me really busy. So don’t forget to check her song out called Ganges Flow on the Paridym Pictures website very shortly along with the several other productions we have lined up.

Anyway, I’m tired. Editing is exhausting. You go out and shoot all this footage, then have to sit down, organize, and dig through everything like a puzzle. I hate puzzles. Do I look like I want to do Sudoku full time? Seriously do I? Look at my face! Are you looking? Good, now back up, your breath smells.

Now don’t get me wrong, my editing skills are remarkable. I won’t even deny it. I am like an editing ninja. I can edit in my sleep. But when it comes down to it, I absolutely hate editing. Its time consuming and I don’t have the attention span for it.

This is a quick break down of the steps it takes me to edit a music video:

• Make a cut. Make two more cuts.
• Check my Gmail.
• Check facebook. See whose updated their profiles. See the new pictures. No way, Fredrick and Beatrice are now “in a relationship?” OMG!
• Sign on AIM.
• Wait for people to IM me.
• Get angry that nobody is IMing me.
• Get up and get some snacks/drinks.
• Come back, think of a blog post.
• Check facebook one more time. Notice that Fredrick and Beatrice have officially ended their relationship.
• Realize I haven’t had any friend request since last October.
• Realize I’m wearing my boxers inside out.
• Wait, why don’t I have a girlfriend?
• Get angry at the last three bullet points.
• Calm down.
• Become conscious of the fact that I run my own production company and get paid to be editing.

By the time I realize I have to be editing, twenty minutes have gone by and I’ve pieced together maybe three seconds of footage which I’m probably going to change in the final edit. Its more pointless than trying to teach George Bush what a pronoun is.

You know what else I never understood how to master? Halo for the X-box360. I don’t understand the controls which are apparently quite simple for a seven year old, who in three seconds can slash my head off with a sword. Why did they have to introduce another joystick? Now I have to control both X and Y body motions? WTF is that all about man! Screw that! Give me old school Goldeneye for N64 and I can rock house baby. When did video games become so complicated?

I challenge anybody who’s reading this to a Goldeneye match. License to Kill. Complex. First to ten kills. Name the time and place and I am so there. If I win, you give me twenty bucks. If I lose, I’ll make Harvin perform stand up comedy for free at your arranged marriage. Deal?

Now who’s ready to lose twenty? Nathaniel, you cannot participate.

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