Adventures In Modern Recording

Hi and hello. Oh, and Happy New Year. Wheee. 

Meet the new year, hopefully not the same as the old year. Or at least not worse.

Anyway. 

As you may have noticed, there's a poorly made video atop this post. One without a Youtube thumbnail. One where the audio is horrendous. It's awkward, apologies for that. As it stands, Sarah had to come in and spend quite a bit of time fixing it so I could be heard. After trying a lot of other ways just to make this thing pragmatically presentable. 

It will not come as a shock to anyone familiar with me at all that I am miserable and more or less useless when it comes to even the most basic technology. because I've made a few one minute videos with my camera featuring my cat, Winky, and posted them on Instagram, I naively thought I could just record a short video with my phone and upload it or post it here or something magical like that.

Ha ha, silly me. I spoke lower than I normally do, because I was anxious, I turned away from the camera  a lot, and, worst of all, I didn't realize that the camera microphone wasn't picking up my (normally loud) voice well at all. Because I based this on short videos of my cat playing with stuff. And didn't just test it for a few seconds. Did you know I went to film school? One of the reasons I decided film was not for me was because I could not grasp analog film technology at the time, just threading film into a camera to latch on or using a projector was a goddamned laurel; and hardy movie in the making. I ruined my animation test reel and embarrassed myself in front of John Canemaker's entire animation class. Womp womp womp. I'll tell that story some other time. 

Because this is about my modern fuck-ups. The video, in all its inept glory, explains why I'm doing this. And I'm writing all this mainly to add that I will obviously need to get a microphone and explore better ways of doing this in the future. So, more bumpy ride stuff along with my slow Photoshop learning curve.

So, pretend this is a secret video shot at a signing in 1993. If nothing else, you can see Winky walk by once or twice (like you can't see that on my Instagram page). And watch me go through a series of nervous tics. 

And if you don't want to watch it, the gist is that I am hoping to try to attempt to use video to tell some of my comic book industry-type stories in order to help save wear and tear on my drawing hand, which is really not in great shape. And maybe do some art stuff, or go over old pages and talk about storytelling, etc, etc. 

Baby steps. Which is...what babies take.

More, soon, later. 

Onward!