Meta-ish

I've been planning a big long post on vidding style for a while now that I still don't have the energy just yet to write out. I'm suddenly in the mood to critique and be critiqued and I'm so annoyed with myself for not participating in _par_avion's challenge when I had the chance, but then again, I didn't want to participate in it at the time she had it because I didn't have the energy for that. I do now. I don't really have the energy to write a big style post, though, because while writing up long critiques would be a lot of tedious labor, writing up a big style post would be a lot of tedious labor and a lot of headaching over the possibility of offending people and even more headaching over the fact that writing vid meta is a little like vidding itself.

For the following, Substitute "examples" with subject and "come up with" with find and "theory" with music and that's how meta is like vidding. Yes. See, I can take examples and come up with a theory or I can come up with a theory and go out looking for examples, or I can come up with a theory and forget about it for a while, and suddenly examples fall into my lap, or I can find examples, come up with a theory, forget about both, and then have the best example ever fall into my lap only it's actually a bad example because I can't write about it without offending people or maybe just one person who I don't want to offend because the possibility of getting into arguments gives me hives.

Not because I hate arguing, but because I like it too much. And then I have guilt.



And speaking of inciting arguments, I had a talk with a fan friend of a fan friend who I've now befriended (this is not why -- it's just a side tangent) about the concept of intellectualism vs. pretention (a rather worn out topic, really) then taken in conjunction with the concept of (and I never considered this until she brought it up) fan shame -- i.e. that person who says "Oh, you're taking all this too seriously" and "Oh, you're overintellectualizing" and "Oh, it's just a dumb hobby" as if she didn't get up this morning, check her e-mail three times, skim through her f-list, then check her e-mail again before finally stumbling off to the bathroom to take her morning piss, let alone make coffee.

And you know she did.

Because we're fans and that's what we do.

I think this is the most righteous indignation I've put into a post in, like, months. That wasn't directed at Adobe Premiere, anyway.



In other news, my film group finally got to re-shoot some of the bad footage for our movie today. I spent the entire shoot feeling oddly like I was almost flirting but not quite but kind of actually yes with the main actor of our movie. Who also goes to the same college and took the film production class before us. Who's a really cute skinny white guy if you're into skinny white guys (which I am) that I could just drag into a closet and snog -- despite the chain smoking -- only I'd never let him know that. Except I kind of almost but not quite but kind of actually yes I did.

Okay, I didn't actually do anything to indicate, well, anything, except for the whole staring at him a lot, but that was *excusable* because I was co-directing w/ fellow groupmember for most of the shoot and I was at the camera helping frame the shot and oh, shut up. I'm a serious filmmaker. Really. Though that doesn't explain his staring at me, or maybe I was imagining that, or projecting my own reasons for staring onto him. He might not have been staring at me so much as staring back at me. And smiling in a flirty way.

His name is Tyson and he's dreamy.





Yes, that's right. You have all been decieved. I am, in fact, thirteen.