So, yesterday I figured out how to take video on my phone and this morning I learned how to post it.
I'm just like Martin Scorsese! (Only fatter.)
Seriously, I'm already one step ahead of where I was with our video camera in terms of understanding the (relatively simple) technology. I imagine I'd have eventually figured out how to get them thar movin' pichures from the camera to the computer but our ex-cleaning ladies were kind enough to take it off my hands before I ever got the chance.
(An FYI I learned the hard way? It's not "excellent customer service" when the cleaning ladies take your garbage with them. Rather, it's more of an "enormous red flag" and also "a convenient way to carry shit that does not belong to you.")
(I hope they enjoyed spending the holidays fired.)
(Yes, these are the ones who were always trying to kill me. I regret nothing.)
(Also, if they had hopes of selling a sex tape, they're going to be sorely disappointed at the hundred and twenty minutes of frolicking kitten footage.)
(The accompanying battery they swiped went to my digital camera, not the camcorder. Hope the pawn shop adjusted their compensation accordingly.)
(And if they took my enormous bag of quarters to the CoinStar and not the bank, they'll be charged a 9% "counting fee." WHO'S GETTING ROBBED NOW, LADIES?)
(Yes, everything was insured, but that's not the fucking point.)
Um, where was I?
Oh, yes. Video. That was kind of a lot of build-up for a minute of my fat pit bull rolling around on her back, wasn't it? Regardless, I hereby introduce you to Maisy and What I Go Through Every Time I Attempt to Get Her to Potty Outdoors.
Enjoy!
Beware, James Cameron; there's a new sheriff in town. (Or there will be once I replace my stolen camcorder.)
