Livid

I just heard back from Caelfind, who responded to my last e-mail relatively fast compared to the other Riversides of time between our points of correspondence. I can only assume its due to her mood. She is pee-ossed. To a degree.

I suppose I can't blame her. It is her wedding and all. Still, she paid two hundred bucks for labor and product that, ultimately, would have cost fifteen hundred to three thousand dollars from a professional videographer. And this coming from me who told her to start out with, nine months ago, that I'm not a videographer by trade.

Anyway, she's pissed, but I'm holding firm and saying that I won't be able to edit the video any further. Time to put that load behind me, I've dragged it for too long. Thing is, I do feel pretty awful that she's unhappy with it. It is her wedding day, and she deserves to have a nice rememberance of it. Truth be told, I had that in mind the entire time I was editing it, and I'm more surprised none of that intention came through.

At this point, I can only hope that eventually this whole problem boils away and we're friends again. At the worst, she'll hold this against me for the rest of our natural lives, but if that were to become the case, I think I'd feel more justified in my position and, probably, it wouldn't really bother me that much after a fashion. She got a lot for a little, and though I consider her and her husband friends, I really only see them at war and perhaps a few of the more inclusive societal functions. It shouldn't affect my paradigm to any great extent, as calculating and Anthony-esque as that sounds.

Speaking of war, there's no practice today. I was looking forward to it. How to occupy my time until Adult Swim comes on.... hmmm....

Oh... I have a friend named Anthony who is very calculative, and I'm in a group called the SCA that straps armor to themselves and hits each other with large sticks, which sometime occurs at large gatherings we call "wars." There... that should clear all that up.