The Final Cut.

So there is, as usual, a mix of emotions gathering and forming and deforming within my addled brain as my driver powers down Rte 3 swatting the mosquitoes of cars that swarm around him on this sunny, yet barely above freezing Monday afternoon.

The dawning of FINAL CUT STUDIO is illuminating me from my sexy MacBook Pro and it's power, much like the sun, fills me with wonder and awe. Yet again am I being forced to grapple with tools barely within my meager educational ability, yet tools non-the-less intuitive enough for a creative type like me to just get.

I get it.

I GET it.

I get IT.

Of course, IT is both really cool and incredibly irritating at the same time. That tools like this are (almost) within reach of the average bloke (that's me) is testament to the magical wonder of technological revolution.

NO WAY should I be able to explode people. NO WAY should I be able to create videos of myself talking to you whilst floating in space, or in Antarctica, or in Rome, just by downloading someone's free clip photography as a background to my green screen captured footage.

Yet here I am, on a bus, applying particle emitters to an explosion of my own head to simulate brain goop for a little more realism.

very topical that I should be doing that whilst metaphorically doing it in my real head as I realize what power I have.

Power, but no time.

The majority of these projects never see the light of day and end up in a "back burner Project" folder that has to be continually cleaned out as I run out of disc space for more projects. A wicked cycle of near creative endeavor. Still, it serves as a wonderful tool for education and I continue to blow myself up or have myself scaling gigantic guitar strings as I polish my chops.

Oh Final Cut, you are nothing but an enabler.