Mea Culpa and Look at Me A-Speakin' Latin

So last night I went to lay down on the couch, watch a bit of tv for a minute and then get up and do stuff.

I *did* get up. Unfortunately it was at 7:00 this morning. So if you are one of the many vidders waiting on my lazy ass for comments: I am *so* sorry. I will be online tonight, I will be online tonight, I will be online tonight.

Unless your name starts with SD and ends in Wolfpup. If so - that sucker is finished. One of the transitions looked wonky but I think it is just my VCL (or is VLC?) player. It didn't look wonky before. Other than that - I loved the new stuff (but you knew I would. Get someone who is *objective* about this character because I am so not. I am trying to figure out a way to get Flo to let me put him in "Float On" cause I am certain he is relevant... in an Angel vid).

Which brings me to another one of my more constant thoughts lately: I am just a bad bad beta. I am easily seduced by the shiny - I make leaps to make sense of a vid (I am always surprised when I watch a vid and then turn to discuss it with someone else and I mention that the vid was obviously a journey that X character took internally as they examined their life up and to that point and then abandoned their faith and hope and wallowed in nihilism until character Y brought back a semblance of hope and the other person looks at me like I am on crack. Which, yes - I am. But this is so obviously what the vid is about).

I am trying to abandon the whole beta-as-I-would-vid approach, which is just a disservice to the vidder. The idea is to make the vid as coherant and as complete as possible. Figuring out how to accomplish that and separating if from the I-would-do-it-like this is hard, and I am still working on that. I'm also blessed with so many good vids lately - it has really been a huge bounty and I cannot wait until Vividcon for y'all to see.

In completely other news: My mother just called to give me an update -- major crap happening with the family yesterday as Cappy was in a wreck (she is fine) and my grandfather's house caught on fire (the shed is gone but the house is still intact) and also - to tell me what happened on Smallville last night. If you ever need someone to recap an episode - go to my mother cause that was just funny. The thing that cracks me up the most is that she cannot remember that Lana's boyfriend's name is Jason so she calls him Riley. That is comedy *gold* right there.

Well, Hidey-Helly- Lo There to You, Too!

Yesterday, spinning off the "goodness" post, I decided, after discussing with elynross, to try *not* cursing for a solid week, just to see what pops out of my mouth instead.

I had no idea it would be this hard - or that I would constantly forget and then remember and be all "oops!" I was like Al taking tea with Alma.

So, in my first day attempting not to swear, I've already racked up an online "ass" and "hell" and also a "crap" but in my defense - I rarely say "crap" because it is like a teeny tiny swear word and I like its big brother so much more. So I am allowed crap. Crap is not a bad word.

I don't think I cursed on the phone with Mom, earlier, but since we were discussing fire and Smallville, I could easily have let slip a "hell" or "damn."

At the office I have bit off two "hells" and one "damn" and I just now pointed and yelled at the phone and called it a "frickety-frack-freller!" because I was angry at a caller who had just hung up. I actually yell at my phone a lot. I deal with a lot of stupidity every single day. I *have* to yell at something.

This plan, rather than making me more creative, is in danger of turning me into Ned Flanders.