Moonlight: The Little Show That Could

November 29, 2007

I recently acquired Final Cut Express HD for TechnoGeekery.com, as a step up from the very basic iMovie software I’ve been using to create my vidcasts. Up to now I’ve just been playing with FCE– like one plays with a shiny new toy, all careful and hesitant and unsure of just how far one can push and prod before breaking something–and I’ve discovered something I did not know. Dude. This software? It’s wicked COMPLICATED, yo?

So to practice setting up bins and entering in and out points I decided to make a sort of faux-promo for CBS’s fall sleeper hit Moonlight, my most favoritest underdog show of the season. Admittedly, I intitially watched out of love for all things Jason Dohring (Team Logan!)– and truthfully, I was not initially impressed, but I powered through (Team Logan!)– and I have to admit, by episode 4, “Fever”… yeah, it was all about Alex O’Laughlin. Oh, yes it was.

See, he’s my new TV boyfriend. He does this thing with his eyebrow…

Alex O’Laughlin

But that is neither here nor there! (I was just saying.) The show–which is rooted in a sort of modern-day noir–continues to improve exponentially from week to week, and my favorite aspect is that there aren’t any demons or magic or curses… just Mick St. John, a P.I. in L.A. who is out there solving cases, kicking bad-guy ass, dealing with his issues, and, oh yeah, who just happens to be a vampire.

Right, then. There are no bells and whistles here, no awesome effects or transitions, just clips from the show set to a wicked good song: Ecstasy by Black Lab. So… enjoy! Or not. Whatevah.

Time’s Almost Up

November 26, 2007

I’m not sure if I’m going to make the deadline for NaNoWriMo this year, which… BUMMER?

*sigh*

Nevertheless, I shall persevere. So… here is a bit more of my perseverance (please keep in mind that NaNoWriMo is all about the quickness and the Just Do It-ness… you know, all rough-drafty and whatnot?… just sayin’):

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It was just after the last bell. I had just closed my locker, ready to head out to my car, when a strong hand grabbed my upper arm and twirled me around.

“What the—” I started, but the words died in my throat when I saw Boomer Castillo glaring down at me.

He had planted himself directly in front of me, legs spread wide. His black hair was short, except for the bangs, which were dyed blue and draped over his forehead, obscuring one eye. His dark shirt, sporting the busty silhouette usually found on a tire flap, fit across his chest the way a shirt fits when a guy exercises regularly. Then again, what would you expect from a guy named Boomer? He stood so close I could feel his breath on my face. This was unfortunate, as dude had some serious Cheetos breath.

“Wow,” I said, conversationally. “Looks like you added weight-training to your heavy schedule of smoking pot and riding the half-pipe. Kudos.”

“All the better to kick your pretty little ass,” he said with a smile that did not match his menacing tone.

I gasped. “You think I’m pretty?” I asked breathlessly.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at me for a moment. That I wasn’t peeing my pants in terror appeared to be throwing him.

Then, “I know it was you,” he stated.

Well, crap.
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Ear Infections, Flu Bugs, and Stress… Oh MY!

November 24, 2007

Sick Kids + Sick Momma + Too Many Things I Feel Unnecessarily Compelled To Do = NO FUN AT ALL!

Just sayin’.

In other news, TechnoGeekery Show #11: Google Calendar… and SMS Commands is up at TechnoGeekery.com. I had originally planned for it to be a TechnoGeekery Quickie, but as can sometimes happen, the Quickie turned into a… you know… Longie.

My bad.

When People Get Too Comfortable Together: A Cautionary Tale

November 18, 2007

TGIM: You know what, Cat? I’m not going to wear my contacts today. I’m going to give my eyes a rest… you know, free eyeball it.

Cat: You’re… wait, what?

TGIM: Oh, hey, that was witty! Write that down.

Cat: Oh, good lord.

Ha Ha Ha? Really?

November 15, 2007

In Australia, street Santas are being encouraged to replace “ho ho ho!” with “ha ha ha!” You know, because all that deep “ho ho ho!”-ing scares the children? Not to mention the blatant sexist connotations inherent in the traditional phraseology?

Well, what a super idea!

Then again, potentially, any large man in a red velvet suit with a scraggly white beard could scare the bejeebies out of a child, especially when said child is coerced into sitting on the man’s lap while music with the lyrics “He sees you when you’re sleeping, he know’s when you’re awake…” blares in the background.

But that is totally beside the point. Belting out “ho ho ho!” at all those poor, unsuspecting children? All they want is a stinking candy cane, after all. Hey, that could totally damage a child’s psyche, that’s all I’m saying. GOSH.

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