The Eight-Point Garbage Matte Can Go F*CK Itself

I feel like an octopus who has been handed a pair of sheers and asked to create one of those beautiful, delicate paper snowflakes out of a hanky. I've been adjusting 8 definable points, frame by frame on a five minute movie, making one character glow as he moves...and he happens to be in almost every scene. I am officially insane.

And the sad part is, though I've technically worked out how to do this, it's not like I'm doing a great job. In fact, I'm looking at the video itself and thinking about how much I hate the color and wish I'd done a better job of lighting and framing the shots. It doesn't matter if you know how to sew someone up really well if you made a mess of them during the surgery.

The opening line of Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins, a book I used to love but recently re-read and found almost unbearable (with brief moments of sublime silliness), is this: "If this typewriter can't do it, then fuck it, it can't be done."

Ok, eight-point garbage matte...last one standing wins.

By the way, Lucas Held is in three of the last four shorts I've edited (soon to begin going up on ComedyNet). Lucas is one of the funniest people I've met in the last two years, and I make it my business to know funny people. He's a great writer, performer and actor and probably one of the best people to shoot a comedy film with. He makes everything better. Favorite line Lucas improved in the short I'm editing now: when asked what God is like, he responds, "He's basically like a really ripped Brian Dennehy." Check him out if you've never heard of him.