On the hitRECord videos, I just keep getting the “Video Encoding”.
Is anyone else having this problem?
We’re having some trouble with Viddler (our preview encoding service. Mike’s working on it now, but in the meantime you can still download movies to watch/work with on your hard drive.
- Jared: All I know is I cried twice today
- JeffPeff: Oh, you'll cry again.
Me: Marke, should I get the pickaxe or the garden burger?
Marke: Whats the pickaxe?
Me: It’s a regular burger with bacon, avacado, jack cheese and grilled onions.
Marke: So this is a joke?
I’m sure there’s probably* a storied and bloody battle between hardline prescriptivist and softcore descriptivist grammarians on the issue; but, if so, I’m ignorant of it.
And so I spell it: grey. Because the ‘e’ feels grey to me; whereas the ‘a’ feels, like, you know: gray.
So, like, QED.
* “sure…probably” may just be the best hedge of a statement ever. probably.
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The night when things ended, we were at youth group, and I was only there to talk to her. I wasn’t there to talk to God. And so I said,
“What do you think?”
“About what?” she said.
“I dunno,” I said. “About whatever you want.”
We hadn’t been talking as much lately, or we had felt awkward when we had been. She didn’t run her fingers through my hair anymore, and I didn’t work construction anymore. School had started up again, and I was starting my second new school in two years. Both of my older brothers were out of town.
When I asked her what she thought, it was near the end of youth group. Even though we had decided that we should talk about our relationship, we both put if off all night. Instead, I pretended to do her trigonometry homework for her, even though I had never taken the class.
“Oh, for this problem, you must use cosines, my dear,” I would point out, and then madly scribble down numbers, while she sat by.
But finally she was sitting on a couch, and I pulled a chair over. I leaned over the back of the couch and felt pathetic.
“What do you think,” I said.
I wasn’t allowed to date at the time, and this was her reason for wanting to slow things down. She didn’t want to disrespect my parents, which was very considerate of her.
“It’s not that I don’t like you,” she would explain.
“Of course,” I would agree.
When we first started dating, I was taking her home one night and told her about how I wasn’t allowed to date. I told her I was fine with doing it anyway, but I didn’t want her to feel bad if the relationship wasn’t as easy-going as it should be. I would have liked to just have been able to go out with her whenever we wanted. Easy as pie. But this was not meant to be, deemed my parents.
My voice got quivery because I didn’t want to tell her the truth. I didn’t think she would want to go through all of that trouble to date me.
But she did! Of course, I understood later when she realized that she didn’t. She didn’t want to disrespect my parents by going behind their backs. Neither did I. I love my parents. I just also liked Kristen and it was summer and I was working construction and I had just learned how to drive.
We left on good terms, and then I dropped by Starbucks, and then I went to a park and smoked two or three cigarettes. The night was a bummer.
I went home, and my parents said:
“You smell like smoke.”
“I stopped by Starbucks,” I said.
“You smell like that just from stopping by Starbucks?”
“Who was smoking at Starbucks?”
Angels or doctors I can’t afford,
But I can pay to get fucked up when I get bored.” —Reva Williams, Gretel