Soooo, I'm Having A Couple Problems With The Latest Video Project...

In the end, this is going to be yet another tribute video. I was so excited to finally get a ton of HD footage, only to have this issue with the aspect. Hoping someone has an idea what's going on here so I can clean this up and be on my way to getting to finished. I also think this is going to be two separate videos when I'm done. The issue at hand makes me crazy because this is one of the projects that I was happiest with and now this happens. ferdalump, anyone, any suggestions?

Soooo, I'm Having A Couple Problems With The Latest Video Project...

In the end, this is going to be yet another tribute video. I was so excited to finally get a ton of HD footage, only to have this issue with the aspect. Hoping someone has an idea what's going on here so I can clean this up and be on my way to getting to finished. I also think this is going to be two separate videos when I'm done. The issue at hand makes me crazy because this is one of the projects that I was happiest with and now this happens. ferdalump, anyone, any suggestions?

Poem Meme

When you see this, post a poem to your own journal.

In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.

His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.

Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.

In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.

Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?

~Dorothy Parker


Résumé

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Dorothy Parker,
Enough Rope

Poem Meme

When you see this, post a poem to your own journal.

In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.

His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.

Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.

In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.

Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?

~Dorothy Parker


Résumé

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Dorothy Parker,
Enough Rope