Apple's shitty consumer-level authoring software bit me another several times, but my little video, now nearing the last stages of production, has definitely crossed the threshold of "good enough": it's as smooth and as shiny a turd as my tools and my skill sets (among which I include a certain gift for desperate improvisation in a crunch) can between them devise, which is fortunate since I learned on Friday that my masters expect it tomorrow morning and not on Wednesday, as I'd previously understood.
My creation is still irredeemably stool-like, but is better formed, of a more even consistency and pleasing color, and discernibly less smelly that the New York product I was charged with adapting. Unfortunately there is a real chance that precisely the most egregious qualities of that model appeal most to the primitives I report to here. I have to make it clear on the morrow that revisions are not possible.
Cripes, I'm glad it's all, ah, behind me now. Note to self: find time to become conversant with "Final Cut Express" before this time next year.
cordially,