Whoops

[jmtorres]

So apparently FCP handles mp3s poorly; I went back to check in iTunes and QT to see if this audio track had as many blips as it did in FCP and the answer was "no, no it does not." So I made an AIFF out of the mp3 in QT and swapped out the source file in FCP and magically, all the weird blippy vaguely-clipping-but-in-an-analogue-magnetic-tape-sounding-way,-and-even-though-the-decibels-never-went-above-negative-5-or-so went away! Yay!

Except that I realized I may have been vidding a clip or two to artificially introduced noise. There's one in particular that... well, I'm considering adding a sound effect. *headdesk*

When I said I picked this recording of the song for the cheese factor...

eta: *starts examining sound effects* oooh. Maybe this needs more cowbell.

eta2: Every time I go hunting through audio loops I discover I love the dorkitude that went into these more than... than sleep. I swear this one is called 'electronic surge' because 'lightsaber hum' would get them sued.

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[azurelunatic]

OH I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU.

So I'm driving home and "What's Your Name" comes on. And suddenly I'm "seeing" a vid of the conceit that Sam and Dean are actually crazed serial killers and not hunters, and THIS IS A VERY CREEPY FANVID LET ME TELL YOU.

[jmtorres]

I want the story where they're hunters AND serial killers *G*

Who does "What's Your Name"?

[azurelunatic]

LYNYRD SKYNYRD.

[azurelunatic]

The first time, it was an accident. Sam drove the knife home, and instead of the expected flare of light as whatever was possessing the woman returned to its infernal source, she crumpled around the blade, bleeding and screaming and writhing and human, all too human.

Sam froze; turned to look at Dean.

"Don't worry, Sammy," Dean said. "Everything's going to be all right. I'll make everything all right."



"You ever think we might be the monsters, Dean?"

"Plenty worse things out there than us. The way I look at it, we're saving these people. Keeping them safe from all the things that go bump in the night. They owe us, Sammy. We're just taking a little of what's ours."

[azurelunatic]

There's rules to it, of course. It makes sense, because they're on a mission from God, so they gotta obey God's rules. It's gotta be one of the ones they've saved. It's a tithe, or close enough, which means no more than one in ten. They're like Abraham, really, sacrificing the ones they love the most because God tells them to. But God never stops the blade. Not that they're demanding anything flashy like lights or a burning bush, but it would be nice to have some face time with the big guy, instead of the occasional run-in with one of His fascist fascinum angels. Dean would appreciate that, a bit of a check-in so they can tell Him all's well, that even if He may be a bit AWOL from most of Creation at the moment, that His faithful servants, his shepherds, are on duty, guarding the flock from the wolves.



They're investigating a haunting up in Essex County, MA. Routine. But Sam's up and out at the ass-crack of dawn, and the shoggoths catch Dean sleeping. Unaware. Next thing to helpless, though you couldn't rightly say that any shepherd of the Lord was helpless. But the shoggoths nearly have him when Sammy comes in and saves his sorry ass.

After it's all over, Sammy looks at him, and Dean looks him straight back in the eye.

"Thine only brother, whom thou lovest," Dean says, and bows his head.

[azurelunatic]

Then the *other* vid that bunnies me with alarming regularity, but that I am sure that I will *never* make, because alarm bells start ringing: Jimi, "Hey Joe", and O.J. Simpson.