Looking at various webcams. There are two that I've heard are good on YouTube, both from Logitech. One is the C920, which is the older model. The C922 is the newer of the two.
I've seen some tests that show the prior 920 actually works better in some instances, but it could have been the location of it.
The sharpness did actually seem better in the 922.
so I'll have to think this through, perhaps a few more videos comparisons.
There is another model from Logitech vloggers swear by titled the Brio. This is a 200 dollar web came, so I'll be holding off on that.
But the other two are more reasonably priced, and being I have a gift card from Best Buy, I'll probably be choosing one of those.
Being the 920 is about 50, before tax, and the 922 is about 80, I just want to compare a tad more. But I'll probably go with the 922, being it can more than likely be tweaked and has more features. Though, sometimes the prior model can turn out to be better.
Was able to snatch a little time before work at the cafe again. The design the barista handed me today was a nice little leaf. So I decided to sip it from one side, then the other. Before I knew it I'd made it into a totally different work of art.
Ok, I'm reaching here, but think about it. Sometimes tweaking certain aspects of life can make it better, and most of the time the whole process is free of charge.
Unfortunately, thinking back now, I don't have a picture of the before. But it hit me as I was taking a seat about how how easy it is to alter your outlook, or mood, on the day.
The thought sort of played off of yesterday's post about being different. Even though the leaf looks strange, doesn't mean the coffee isn't still good. And that leaf is beautiful in it's own way. Eye of the beholder and all that fun stuff.
Well, I'm going to send myself a story. Should be a slow day at work. Going to try and get stuff done today.
Ok, what did they do to my coffee? It still tastes good, but I have this weird mangled leaf.
I guess you can say life is like that sometimes. It may not look so great, but it's still good.
Or great, even.
Sometimes you look at other people's leaves, or life. And you think damn that looks good. But in essence they all look the same.
Then when everything seems about to go south, you look back at that coffee leaf and think that doesn't look so bad after all. Because it's yours. It may cant to the side a bit, and it's not perfectly formed, but that leaf is you and people know who you are when they see that leaf. Oops I mean life.
So yeah I'm going to drink this leaf, it doesn't look half bad. And the coffee is so good.
This week's Gary and I discuss the child's play reboot. See if you can guess who did the laugh for Chucky. In case you didn't know I try to do an Easter egg at the end of each video. Either something cut from the show to isolate it, a blooper, or a soundscape. Hope you enjoy and see you Friday. WCM
Well, here I am in Manhattan, at a Café, my coffee leave has turned into a weird bubble picture of itself, and I'm loathing the thought of going into work.
A snow storm was supposed to have come through, but it's been "Delayed."
Got here early because there is a drastic reduction in the number of people going to work.
I turn to look out the window, at the ferry, the first few flakes starting to fall, and can't think of anything to write.
I'll think of something, but it's frustrating.
I'm thinking of Wednesday's YouTube show, what I have to do, excited for what is done, but still worrying about if I'm wasting too much time.
My body has been saying "screw you, I'm going to sleep" at night. And I understand. With all I’m doing I need to sleep. But it adds to the frustration.
I paint a positive attitude on top of it, but these are things I am feeling. I don't want to lie to my…
I have vivid dreams. I find myself wanting to revisit some of
them. There is one where I go to this house that is a conglomeration of all the
places I've lived and known throughout my life. My old apartment with my
parents' and sister growing up, my grandmother's place, my family upstate and
their various houses.
When I'm in this dream, I know it sometime towards the middle or
ending. Sometimes I can remember the dream, sometimes I cannot. All of the times it is basically the same place, from a
different point of view. One door opens up to a mountainscape. I don't know how
this is, because from entry there are no mountains. There seems to be a
bottomless chasm (I just know) before the mountains, but I don't see that, and
don't know when the base of the mountains starts, which makes it more eerie. Then there is the main place, which connects a few different
apartments together to form a house-like structure. One side faces an urban-like
street, another a more…