a history of vasovagal syncope
I immediately ran a couple of errands when my work day was finished yesterday, having barely gotten my receiver paperwork done after my weekly one-on-one with Eric ran long to ninety minutes, ending at 3:30. I then had an hour to work on receivers, at the end of a day when I had three and a half hours less than usual to get actual work done, because of the two-hour dentist cleaning I had in the morning.
First I went to the library, though. I picked up the DVD copy of The Perfect Storm, which, amazingly, I have never seen. I remember just not being interested when it was first released, but when it came up in our 2000 Movie Draft, Gabriel seemed amazed I had never seen it. So I was like, okay fine, I guess I'll watch it now, two decades later. I hope it's exciting! I'll watch it sometime this weekend.
From there I went on to the office to swap out the receivers, and Steven just happened to be there, organizing Health and Body Care stuff in the Merchandising pantry. He has a big bandage on his forehead because at the end of his recent vacation he fell hiking and had to get eighteen stitches. I asked how his head was, and in the course of this conversation his aversion to needles came up. Well, boy did I have some stories to tell him! We then spent several minutes talking about all the times I either fainted or nearly fainted at the sight of needles, or as the few alternate cases may have been, the sight of blood vials or even an unsightly bruise. Oh, shit! I totally forgot to tell him about when I fainted at work just listening to a podcast! I'll have to send him my Facebook post I had written about that. Damn: that was five and a half years ago now.
I then grabbed a cookie out of the Merchandising freezer, nuked it for 37 seconds, and had a delicious snack alone in the kitchen. I've been doing that every time I was in the office for a couple of weeks now. That tray of cookies now has only one left, and I bet it'll be gone when I go back on Monday.
Once I was back home and Shobhit was attending his virtual project management class, at his suggestion I made us focaccia sandwiches for dinner. He felt his needed salt, but I could have dumped a full measured cup of salt on his fucking sandwich and he would think it needed more. Mine was delicious!
I then kind of had to waste the rest of the evening away on some frustrations with dealing with my digitized videos. I wanted to share a 2004 clip of Gina narrating the melting on an aluminum can in a campfire to Beth's Facebook page, but figuring out how to get it done took way too much time. The problem was, this was not one of the recent videos I digitized, but one of the ones from videos that also featured Grandma McQuilkin that I digitized with a different program a decade ago, making them .mpg files, which won't import into iMovie now. You can convert videos pretty easily using QuickTime and exporting from there, except I was trying to do it with a full two-hour file of home videos, which turned out to be way too big and long. Finally I figured out how to trim to a manageable few minutes within QuickTime and then export, and after that I was able to edit accordingly in iMovie. So then I was able to share to Beth's timeline . . . which she does not appear to have even noticed yet. Yesterday was both her birthday and her and Gina's fifth anniversary (!), so it wound up in a middle of a bunch of other happy birthday posts on her page that Facebook assembles together in a group when a bunch of different people post to someone's page within a day or two.
But, at least now I have a better handle on how I'll need to deal with the older video clips as I go forward, getting everything edited in a way that can be uploaded to Flickr. That's going to take a lot longer than just digitizing video did.
[posted 12:32 pm]