Been in computer mode all a day. Recently decided to brush up on the old Avid editing skills to enter the editor job market once more (broke again!) but found Avid doesn't like the trusty HD100, refuses to capture "no input detected". Cheek! My preferred editing axe Sony Vegas does it no trouble! Still you try saying you should use to Vegas to the Industry and all they give you is one of those Apple sneers. So it's back to Avid.
Having said that though it's clear looking at the posts that it's Final Cut Pro that now rules the pro edit nest, but I could only afford a pc to edit HAMLET on so it's a pc I'm running (four times the cost is quite a bit!).
Been a while since I played with FCP, but I can't believe that it even comes close to the level of raw grading power that Vegas offers. They're awesome and then some! Take a look at all the bollox I've piled onto HAMLET. None of them are plug-ins, just the stock filters and the creative naivety of yours truly. Naivety? Yeah I've call it that. Get bored if I do the same thing twice, so I stretch into the stratosphere. That's naïve because most people only want boring TV shite and so noble Fodor, impressive perhaps in dexterity and style is rather scary to your average editing team. I speak of pulses, flows, rhythms, the underlying river that into all the subconscious of humanity flows and all I get in return is "eh? What's that got to do with football?". Hence naivety. Or perhaps arrogance. Either way no one wants me in TV and that's where the jobs are.
Looking on the plus side I find TV so predictable and boring I don't even own one. Seriously I don't. Every six months or so a couple of guys turn up on the door step looking like Jehovah's Witnesses stating that they're from a company that will pay me for my TV viewing habits. Course they're really TV licensing dicks. Sort of parking wardens for the BBC. Won't let them in. They smile too much. Let this little Greek woman in though. She was trying to find her cat. She couldn't speak English after 40 years in the UK (that's Greeks for ya). She rattled her box of crunchies in the back garden for five minutes, shouting "Loulie"! in a shrill falsetto. Rather touching I thought. Maybe that's what the TV militia should be doing… something useful.
Alex