Wednesday, September 3, 2025

THE PICTURES MOVE!!!!


I'll bet you are hoping I'll tell you how fatigued I am, aren't you?  I am.  It is, in part, due to the number of things I've been required to do lately, and partially due to the number of things that have been going wrong.  But this morning I am tired because for two nights, I've stayed up until it is tomorrow working on the big computer making A.I. videos and editing them in Adobe Premiere.  Premiere has been updated and the tools have changed again, so I am rooting around like a blind pig trying to edit video, audio, titles, etc.  If you were able to view yesterday's video, her it is again, with a little music.  I don't know if you will be able to view this or not, but. . . .  

O.K.  I put an age restriction on it, so you will have to click on the link to watch it on YouTube.  Do.  It is just good fun.  

Last night, though, something happened.  I got very tired of fighting with ChatGPT trying to coerce an image out of it, each time it telling me, "I can't make that image for you because it is outside what is permissible. . . ." 

So, I decided to make some A.I. video from photographs.  OH MY!

Now I am in trouble.  It is going to cost me a whole lot of money to go back through my files and make movies of my life. . . but that is what I am probably going to do.  For various reasons, some practical, I linked together a series of pictures I took of Sky when we first met.  Oh, gosh, knock me out!  It worked.  I mean, it really worked.  It was startling.  And so. . . .

Yea, yea. . . I'm in trouble now.  I will be animating my whole life. 

Cha-Ching!

Whatever, though.  What else do I have to do?

I'm going to have to finish this sitting on the deck watching the irrigation guy break his back trying to dig through Camphor tree and thick ass Jasimne roots to get to the leaking irrigation pipe.  He's been digging and cutting for an hour.  I don't think he's pleased.  

HVAC service coming this afternoon for the bi-annual cleaning, then tomorrow morning first thing at my mother's to get her drain pipes cleared.  In between the irrigation guy and the HVAC guy, I have a lot to do.  

Did I tell you I'm tired?  

I never really listened to the lyrics to this song until I heard this version.  Oh, my. . . . 



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