So, when I actually made my film on the McCloud River, I built a whole array of jibs, steady-cams and cable-runners to accomplish the pseudo-epic shots I got with my GoPro.
Now, I just need a mount for my iPhone 6. And I can’t find one. Yet. But I will. I’d like to start. I’d like to start because, despite the fact that I look like a fiber-optic chia pet with pasty, pachydermatic skin, and a row of bottom teeth that look like an aerial view of Stonehenge–I’d like to start vlogging a bit. if not start my own show outright.
Actually, the idea came from my teenage daughter, who likes to watch Blimey Cow:
and Good Mythical Morning:
She said, “hey dad, why don’t you and I co-host our own show, where we can talk about topical issues.”
I thought to myself. Wow. This beautiful, mercurial, and completely beholden to the turns of hormonal teenage fluctuations wants to do a show with dad. That’s remarkable, since she never wants to be seen with me.
The next day, I asked her”
“You still want to do that show?”
“Yes,” she said.
Then a moment later:
“Dad, are you going to tell people about our show?”
“um … well, I was thinking that having a show meant having people to show it to, yes.”
“Never mind then.”
And the car goes right into the crowd. We’ll see. In the meantime, I’m making a cool opening trailer for. . . I guess whatever it is I’m going to be trying next. Adobe, here I come again. But until then, enjoy this video of me being hit by a car: