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I have obtained a digital, forkable copy of one (1) of the several home videos!
It's 2 hours and 4 minutes long, but took 4.5 hours to obtain because the first attempt suffered from some kind of USB-drive corruption. However, the digitiser also accepts microSD storage, and it so happened that I had a couple microSD cards in my utility belt (and that one of the ones I didn't mind wiping was large enough for this purpose).
The video quality is surprisingly good for a ~30-year-old instance of a type of object with a ""10 - 25 year lifespan"". A little blurry (I suspect mostly in a "not meant to be displayed on a screen with this many pixels" way), but not much snow. Some parts are jittery. The audio is slightly desynced in at least some parts (I haven't watched all the way through with audio on, only in the quiet library).
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I'm *adorable*.
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It's so trippy to watch videos of my dad and know that he was the same age I am now.
(It's differently trippy to watch videos of my mom, one year older than I am now. Dad looks clearly recognisable and has the same voice, but Mom looks quite different and sounds like she might be speaking in a different accent.)
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There *is* an obligatory 90s clip of people doing the Macarena.
(At my uncle's wedding, in 1997.)
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I was going to remark about nobody wearing a mask in Ye Olden Days, but actually there is a clip of my dad, in a pale green surgical mask shaped a lot like a duckbill mask but blunter, holding my newborn younger brother.
(I didn't even know they made duckbill surgicals. Maybe they don't anymore.)
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I did not cry at the camera panning over the birthday-card note my parents wrote me, but only because I am not a high-crying-proneness person.
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I have obtained a digital, forkable copy of one (1) of the several home videos!
It's 2 hours and 4 minutes long, but took 4.5 hours to obtain because the first attempt suffered from some kind of USB-drive corruption. However, the digitiser also accepts microSD storage, and it so happened that I had a couple microSD cards in my utility belt (and that one of the ones I didn't mind wiping was large enough for this purpose).
The video quality is surprisingly good for a ~30-year-old instance of a type of object with a ""10 - 25 year lifespan"". A little blurry (I suspect mostly in a "not meant to be displayed on a screen with this many pixels" way), but not much snow. Some parts are jittery. The audio is slightly desynced in at least some parts (I haven't watched all the way through with audio on, only in the quiet library).
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I'm *adorable*.
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It's so trippy to watch videos of my dad and know that he was the same age I am now.
(It's differently trippy to watch videos of my mom, one year older than I am now. Dad looks clearly recognisable and has the same voice, but Mom looks quite different and sounds like she might be speaking in a different accent.)
---
There *is* an obligatory 90s clip of people doing the Macarena.
(At my uncle's wedding, in 1997.)
---
I was going to remark about nobody wearing a mask in Ye Olden Days, but actually there is a clip of my dad, in a pale green surgical mask shaped a lot like a duckbill mask but blunter, holding my newborn younger brother.
(I didn't even know they made duckbill surgicals. Maybe they don't anymore.)
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I did not cry at the camera panning over the birthday-card note my parents wrote me, but only because I am not a high-crying-proneness person.
