Here's my latest toy, bought with the blog in mind. A Flip Ultra HD camcorder, seen with its little ...ah... protuberance hanging out. $179 at Sam's Club, HDMI cable included. 8 Gig of internal memory, about two hours of video. Academy award not included.
But this is no ordinary camcorder. It has a secret identity. Add the flexible mini-tripod I got from a well-wisher at Christmas, and it morphs into the awesome
|You are being watched.|
Uh-oh. Flipzilla has encountered an alien life form:
|O Nooo, Mr. Bill !|
Stand back, Folks! This is a tense situation....
Okay, I'm not really 12 years old. But then again, here's Flipzilla peeking out of a magnetic mount motorcycle tank bag. I think you can tell where I'm going with this....
Uh. Maybe I should learn how to manage a still life before I undertake suicide videos.
But hey, just to illustrate once and for all that I really have no shame, I'm going to premiere right here - today! - my very first videos posted to You Tube. These are going to be real collector's items.
There's your Tour de Lazy Daze. I'm learning a lot as I go along. In fact, I made a list:
1. I probably need to prepare a script or better yet produce a silent movie. It turns out that if you put a video camera in my hand I'm liable to say any fool thing that comes into my head. Not unlike this keyboard. My dreams of a late career in Hollywood are herewith on hold.
2. There's quite a bit of shake from just holding the Flip, so I'll have to work on that, maybe use a tripod. This bodes ill for my plan to attach the thing to my handlebar and go for a rumbling video ride on the Beast. However, the mere prospect of imminent disaster has never stopped me yet.
3. Video takes a lo-o-o-ong time to upload onto Youtube. Ratio of about 15 minutes to 3 minutes of video. And this is supposed to be a 1.1 Mbps upload connection. So the idea of doing this on the side of the road through Verizon is a nonstarter. In fact, there's every chance that casual video may be the Death of the Internet.
Watch the YouTube videos soon, if you harbor a masochistic streak. For I'm liable to come to my senses and delete them at any time. I'm well aware this is pretty lame stuff. But I literally just got this thing out of the plastic. I hope to acquire polish as time permits. With a little practice, I may soon be able to competently entertain you with ... O, maybe a photogenic chipmunk or two.
Really. No, really! Quit that.