Saturday, January 27, 2007
Pizza Dreams of a New York Slice
So its freezing cold in the office and I'm ready to throw in the towel. (What does that really, really mean?) I've been writing and doing year-end taxes all day, and I only notice that it's cold when tax stuff is on the screen. I diverted to iMovie again, trying to make my 45 second bijoux, my first foray into the world of Directing, its bad, it really is, but I will throw it up (literally and figuratively) Tuesday or Wednesday. It's fun to fiddle.
I go through some still shots to see if there's something I want to add to the video. Not this one. . . not this one. . . not this one. . . . ah. This one.
Not to add to the video, add to my stomach. It's daughter Heidi with a Real New York Slice. When she sees this, her mouth will water. Thekla, in Miami, will want one. Can't fax it, can't fedex it, but I can go and get one so they can both enjoy it by proxy.
My stomach is rumbling; I'm shutting down this cold Mac Mother and heading to Ray's Original for a Real New York Slice.
Stuffed Meat, I think.
I go through some still shots to see if there's something I want to add to the video. Not this one. . . not this one. . . not this one. . . . ah. This one.
Not to add to the video, add to my stomach. It's daughter Heidi with a Real New York Slice. When she sees this, her mouth will water. Thekla, in Miami, will want one. Can't fax it, can't fedex it, but I can go and get one so they can both enjoy it by proxy.
My stomach is rumbling; I'm shutting down this cold Mac Mother and heading to Ray's Original for a Real New York Slice.
Stuffed Meat, I think.
