Third in the 650-GOLD series. Thirty seconds of local television advertising, kept here because nobody else was going to keep it: the phone number sung twice, the cheerful insistence that everybody is buying gold, and the unstated suggestion that you ought to be selling.

No commentary, no analysis, just the tape and the jingle. If these ads ran during the late movie where you grew up, the melody will arrive fully assembled and you will not be able to put it back. This is the third one I have posted, and probably not the last.

Some stuff I shot ages ago on my HV20. Lots of goofiness etc.

A ride on Revolution with the Zi6 in hand, and the whole clip run through Smoothcam afterward to see what a camera under $200 can manage. The answer is pretty well, all things considered, though the stabilization takes the rolling shutter and makes it worse, until the frame is wobbling like jello on every turn. Skewing the footage probably would have straightened most of that out.

As for the silliness at the end, there is no defending it. Apologies in advance.

Times are tough enough that Santa kicks the cinder blocks out from under the sleigh, throws some extra feed to the reindeer, and flies down to Cleveland to hock the old lady's jewelry and candlesticks. That's the premise of a spot my buddy Don and I put together for Coin & Jewelry Buyers of America on next to nothing, and it wound up getting more traction and notice than either of us expected.

The video is below, with Don Pavlish dishing on how it came together afterward.

Part three of the Super Console Wars saga has arrived, and this time it comes at you in three dimensions. Same console-rivalry nonsense as the first two, only now with things flying out of the screen at your face.

You'll need a pair of red and blue glasses for the full effect. If you don't have any lying around, there's a guide to building a low-rent pair out of things you probably already own, plus a link for getting a free pair if you'd rather let someone else do the work. Either way, it's worth the small amount of effort. Enjoy.

The saga continues, and no, the naming conventions have not improved. GC-PU and VM-U2 slip past the henchmen of the Gamepire and end up stranded on the desert planet Nintendooine, secret plans still in hand. There they fall in with Lukeegi Pipewalker and go looking for Obi-Wan Shinobi, one of the legendary Mascot Knights, who kept the peace in the old Gaming Republic back when they weren't busy being ninjas.

Meanwhile Darth Mario returns to the Gamecube, determined to find the hidden easter egg and put an end to the Mascot Rebellion once and for all.

It is a period of console war. The rebel mascots, striking from an Easter egg, have won their first victory against the evil Gamepire, and the Gamepire has answered with a weapon of terrible power: an armored play station capable of rendering an entire planet in real time.

The stolen plans are aboard Princess Zeia's starship, pursued across the dark by sinister agents, and with them rides the fate of her console and the freedom of gamers everywhere. Part one of a saga nobody demanded, told in the only format the subject deserves.

One of the first cartoons I ever made in Flash, from back when I was learning the software mostly by clicking around until something moved. It is junk, honestly. The timing is loose, the drawings wobble, and it ends about where it started.

Still, there are a few parts that make me laugh, and I would rather keep the early stuff around than quietly delete it. Everything starts somewhere, and this is more or less where mine started. Worth a watch if you enjoy seeing someone figure things out in public.

There is a trailer now, which means Part 2 exists in some real form beyond a folder of clips and a vague plan. That is most of what this post is: the video, and a sentence pointing at it.

No plot summary, no behind the scenes notes, no release date. The trailer does the work a trailer is meant to do, which is to suggest what the finished thing will feel like without explaining how it gets there. If you missed the first part, that is the place to start, and this will make considerably more sense afterward.

Dug out of an old folder and posted exactly as it was made. It is old as dirt, and it looks it: the editing, the music, the pacing, all of it.

Nothing has been cleaned up or re-cut. It seemed better to leave the thing alone than to fix it into something it never was, and old work tends to be more interesting when you let it stay a little embarrassing. So here it is, parked where it can be found again, by anyone who goes looking and by me, the next time I forget it exists. Consider it an artifact more than a trailer.