Rubix³
Well-known member
I'm a really paranoid guy. Thing is, my paranoia pays off at times. This is probably due to the fact that whenever I get something I really really like, something happens to either threaten or ruin it. I'm not crying about it or anything, it's just black Irish luck. My father had the same problem.
I just got my DVX100B this week along with some other equipment. I've been studying the manual like mad (until my Barry Green book/dvd comes) and testing a few of the settings in my apartment. Today I decided to do some outdoor shoots for the first time. I screwed on my new Tiffen UV filter (arrived 15 minutes before) got ready to head out.
Now, I don't have a case yet (it's in the mail). I immediately thought, "I'm going to get f'ing mugged. I'm going to get mugged by either a group of 5 or a Goliath." I even (dramatically) paused and reconsidered. Screw it, I was itching to test the 24P on the fountain/lake/weeping willows in the back of my place.
So I head out the side of the building and around the back towards the lake. Everyone's staring at me, what the hell else is new (....
).
As I'm walking, I just hear a raspy voice say "Nice camera." This line isn't a joke, I'm not lying to build suspense. F'ing "Nice camera."
I look over, and I see this guy by the trash bins, about 10 feet away from me. He's around 6ft, fat, beard, poorly dressed, very mountainous (I live about 15 miles NW of Chicago).
I say "thanks" and he starts talking. "You wouldn't believe what these idiots throw away." I notice he's PICKING THROUGH THE TRASH and loading his truck up. I was briefly (& naively) relieved when I noticed his truck was brand new - a big F150 or something.
Well, I can't say that RUN didn't pop in my head - not because I'm a complete pansy, but because I just didn't want to deal with whatever was about to befall my cursed existence. I remind myself of the quotes I hear from my girlfriend "you're f'ing paranoid" or my brother's coined "I think you're imagining things."
So I go "ahhh" and he's like (verbatim & foul) "today I found a (blah blah model number) gateway and you wouldn't f'ing believe what sh!t I found yesterday." He pulls out a sheet of paper and starts approaching me. He's got no teeth.
I nervously switch the camera to my right hands, holding it from the top. He gets right up next to me and shows me a picture of a laptop he printed off the internet.
Then he jacked me. He jacked me right in the face - a total right hand potshot that almost put me down. Then I feel his hand sharing the camera handle with mine. Oh man, we're playing tug of war with it. With my brand new DVX100B.
Pure rage, I got my gravity back and just kicked out at him. I literally tow-bashed him right in the groin. He let go! I couldn't believe it, he let go of the camera! He collapses and I started screaming "thief, c-sucking thief!" and I started whaling on the guy - kicking him on the ground, hollering other things like "wahhh" and "f'ing thieving c***."
There was a cop there within seconds - he was watching him picking out the trash before the guy even started with me. There's always cops in my lot. I ran at him and told him that the slug was trying to steal my camera. He said he saw it and arrested the guy.
This all happened about two hours ago. My 100B is fine and I was still able to get the test footage I wanted. Now I've been through war with the wonderful bastard... I'll never get rid of him. I think I'll name him Simon. Too bad he wasn't taping at the time.
From one newbie to the others: get a case, stay away from my building, stay away from the trash when weilding your camera.
I just got my DVX100B this week along with some other equipment. I've been studying the manual like mad (until my Barry Green book/dvd comes) and testing a few of the settings in my apartment. Today I decided to do some outdoor shoots for the first time. I screwed on my new Tiffen UV filter (arrived 15 minutes before) got ready to head out.
Now, I don't have a case yet (it's in the mail). I immediately thought, "I'm going to get f'ing mugged. I'm going to get mugged by either a group of 5 or a Goliath." I even (dramatically) paused and reconsidered. Screw it, I was itching to test the 24P on the fountain/lake/weeping willows in the back of my place.
So I head out the side of the building and around the back towards the lake. Everyone's staring at me, what the hell else is new (....
As I'm walking, I just hear a raspy voice say "Nice camera." This line isn't a joke, I'm not lying to build suspense. F'ing "Nice camera."
I look over, and I see this guy by the trash bins, about 10 feet away from me. He's around 6ft, fat, beard, poorly dressed, very mountainous (I live about 15 miles NW of Chicago).
I say "thanks" and he starts talking. "You wouldn't believe what these idiots throw away." I notice he's PICKING THROUGH THE TRASH and loading his truck up. I was briefly (& naively) relieved when I noticed his truck was brand new - a big F150 or something.
Well, I can't say that RUN didn't pop in my head - not because I'm a complete pansy, but because I just didn't want to deal with whatever was about to befall my cursed existence. I remind myself of the quotes I hear from my girlfriend "you're f'ing paranoid" or my brother's coined "I think you're imagining things."
So I go "ahhh" and he's like (verbatim & foul) "today I found a (blah blah model number) gateway and you wouldn't f'ing believe what sh!t I found yesterday." He pulls out a sheet of paper and starts approaching me. He's got no teeth.
I nervously switch the camera to my right hands, holding it from the top. He gets right up next to me and shows me a picture of a laptop he printed off the internet.
Then he jacked me. He jacked me right in the face - a total right hand potshot that almost put me down. Then I feel his hand sharing the camera handle with mine. Oh man, we're playing tug of war with it. With my brand new DVX100B.
Pure rage, I got my gravity back and just kicked out at him. I literally tow-bashed him right in the groin. He let go! I couldn't believe it, he let go of the camera! He collapses and I started screaming "thief, c-sucking thief!" and I started whaling on the guy - kicking him on the ground, hollering other things like "wahhh" and "f'ing thieving c***."
There was a cop there within seconds - he was watching him picking out the trash before the guy even started with me. There's always cops in my lot. I ran at him and told him that the slug was trying to steal my camera. He said he saw it and arrested the guy.
This all happened about two hours ago. My 100B is fine and I was still able to get the test footage I wanted. Now I've been through war with the wonderful bastard... I'll never get rid of him. I think I'll name him Simon. Too bad he wasn't taping at the time.
From one newbie to the others: get a case, stay away from my building, stay away from the trash when weilding your camera.