Before we get to the Shannon Shame, we need to announce todays winner in Follower Appreciation Week! Randomizer.org chooses....
Which was left by the fabulous:
Okay, Jemi--check your email (if you haven't already) and make sure you get back to me with your mailing address so I can send you your prize.
For everyone else, there's still two more chances to win, so don't forget to leave a comment today (preferably one NOT making fun of me too terribly) to be entered for tomorrow's prize.
Also, to those of you who are kind enough to bail me out and post poems (big, BIG hugs for that), my plan is to post my poetic atrocities on Wednesday of next week and then use Thursday for the "how it's SUPPOSED to be done" poems. If you want to post the poem on your own blog, I'll have a Mr. Linky widget in Thursday's post (so just hop over, insert the link and then people will be able to find you) Or if you'd rather me post it, you can either include it in a comment between now and Wednesday or you can email me (my email addy is in my profile) And of course if you have any questions, ask them in the comments or email me. Thank you guys--I knew I loved my followers for a reason!
And now...*gulp*...time for the Shannon Shame.
(You know, I think this is the most nervous I've been for one of these Shannon Shame things! Gah--what's it going to be like when I have to fulfill my deals with the Universe?!?!?!?)
Okay, so, just remember:
I was 19.
I was 19.
It was 2001, so some of the songs are a little dated.
I was still learning how to use a video camera and editing software.
I came up with the idea in one night. Then shot like 12 hours of video because I had no idea what I would need. Then rewrote the voiceover trying to fit what I shot.
I recorded the voiceover while crouching in my tiny closet to block street noise.
The "body' is my friend--not me. We were required to shoot our own stuff so I couldn't be in any moving shots. The "hands" are mine though, because those were filmed while the camera was mounted on a tripod.
The weird name is my maiden name. I was NOT sad to ditch that beast.
And you may have noticed the fake "picture" and "production" companies in Earth Had a Snack. It was a film school joke. We all did it. I swear, I wasn't the only dork.
(oh, and Frankie? There are some animal food products shown--so, you know, if your Vegan self doesn't want to watch I TOTALLY wouldn't mind. In fact, no one needs to watch. Really.)
Okay...um...I guess that's it.
I should probably stop stalling.
Here we go.
Here we go.
I'm doing this.
For real this time.
I mean it.
Here it is...
*runs to hide from all the mocking*