For reasons that I can't elaborate on (even though I'm sure some of you will figure it out), I've been going back through the first season of Marble Hornets; trudging through alternate takes, outtakes, and general weirdness in an attempt to organize it into one maybe-semi-intriguing package. It's quite the undertaking, to be sure.
Doing so has made me realize something, though. This whole thing has come a long way. I don't know if I can accurately describe with words how disorganized, confused, and directionless everything was way back then. Mainly me. There are several times the camera catches me instructing things to be done "because that will look cool". This still happened on occasion even after I realized that these videos were inspected, by some, with the kind of scrutiny usually reserved for crime scene investigation. Talk about amateur. But in a way, I'm glad that's how it all used to work. It's forced me and my accomplices to take a sledgehammer to the many corners we've written ourselves into. It's not easy, and saying it's painfully confusing to get straight is an understatement. But dammit, if it's not fun.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you get better at things the more you do them. I feel like I've heard that somewhere before. Of course, that's not to say I think I'm some amazing visionary now or anything. I've just improved, but I never noticed it until now. It's a nice surprise.
In other news: there's so many fantastic things going on right now. Hopefully I'll be able to share some of it with you soon.