At last, I seem to have recovered from the horribles!
Anyway, ever wonder if you could make a YouTube video, from shooting the footage all the way to publishing the finished product, using just a tablet?
Sear has the answer!
Bene scribete.
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Three Neat Things on the Internet
For lack of anything finished or worthwhile of my own to put forth, I suppose I’ll just share three things I encountered making their rounds on the Internet this week that I thought were pretty swell.
1) Zodiac Monsters
I love creature design work, and always marvel at the creativity behind putting new life forms together. Artist Damon Hellandbrand turned the western astrological signs into monsters, and, well, they’re pretty darn cool.
2) Live Performance of “Il Dolce Suono” (The Fifth Element Remix)
You know that scene in The Fifth Element where the blue tentacle-headed alien diva does that crazy techno riff on “Il Dolce Suono”, but her voice changes into a painfully obvious MIDI flute part-way through?
Well, here’s a girl on what looks to be the Armenian version of The Voice singing it for real. Holy crap.
3) Stoat in a Stump
Let’s end with some cute. Ermines are ridiculously adorable, and here’s one who had nothing better to do than to remind everyone of that.
Bene scribete.
Lemons
If life hands you lemons, say “Thanks, life!”, ’cause lemons are good!
–Emmy
Somewhere in a field of snow
An ermine scampered to and fro.
She was a small but steady thing,
And Emmy was her name.With fur as white as table salt
(Her tail-tip the only fault),
She zipped unseen along the ground
Whose color was the same.Now, Emmy served a magic cat –
But, oh, let’s not get into that.
We’re merely speaking of her quest
To find her favorite fruit.She’d buried one just months before
Beneath the forest’s earthy floor,
Yet now the turn of weather was
Impeding her pursuit.She dug right here and dug right there
Until at last a yellow glare
Revealed itself to her within
The endless sea of white.A squeak of joy escaped the throat
Of Emmy the triumphant stoat;
She snatched the lemon up and couldn’t
Wait to take a bite.She licked her lips and closed her eyes
And sank her fangs into her prize,
But when the juice beset her tongue,
The ermine was distraught.Without another sip she frowned
And tossed the fruit back to the ground,
Then turned and sulked away and grumbled,
“Stupid bergamot…”
Floobing bergamots.
Bene scribete.
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