...If anything can go wrong, it will....

[spinner]

...okay, its pretty much official. I am now without a videographer. Geez, that Murphy's Law is just on me today. As it turns out, I think my shooter has decided that the process is taking too long and is seeking other job opportunities. Real convenient for me as I hope to shoot in october. Nice, huh?

...well, not one to give up yet, I have already put the word out around town that I am looking for a camera person who will be willing to do this pretty much for the experience of doing it, (at least until I can secure some more funding, this takes time). This means practically an intern. I definitely have my work cut out for me now. Its going to be tough to find someone who has some skill and can look at the big picture. And I know how unreasonable that sounds(is). Damn it!

...just when things are starting to move, too... oh, well, stop whining, get going

...once more into the breach....

--spinner

 

[Zensteve]

once more into the breach....

Time for something a bit more rousing, from that same Henry the Fifth...

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

You can win this battle yet, good Spinner

 

[Shaw]

Bwahahaha!

Sorry, that wasn't at you spinner

I know exactly what you mean... it seems to be a common occurance