The scene took place in portrait mode. Had she filmed in landscape format, the options would have been
crop the couch out of the top
crop the landing zone out of the bottom
pan annoyingly between the two
back far enough out to get the full vertical extent of the scene, plus a bunch of extraneous stuff on the sides, and make the actual scene of interest too small to see well.
As someone with approximately 50% of his family hailing from Texas, allow me to explain why these guys are not Rednecks and are, in fact, Good Olâ Boys. Here is the difference:
Rednecks raise livestock, love working on cars, drive pickup trucks, listen to country music, go hunting with their hound dogs, drinks American beer, and throw their empties on your lawn.
Rednecks raise livestock, love working on cars, drive pickup trucks, listen to country music, go hunting with their hound dogs, drinks American beer, and throw their empties in a trash can.
What makes you think the software was âunable to handleâ portrait mode? Had it been âhandledâ and rendered in faux-landscape, you would have missed 70% of what happened in the video. Instead, itâs displayed as it was (incorrectly) shot.
Why would a vertical frame be rendered in any sort of landscape mode? We can display gifs, jpegs and pngs that a 3pxx2147, why not video? Itâs ridiculous, if not lazy.
and @Bass
it wouldâve bothered me if it hadnât been self-applied by the uploader, presumably the camera-woman:
FWIW I think @xeni is from W. Virginia. I wonât presume to speak for her, but there is the possibility that she is using it as an expatriate member of the redneck community i.e. with affection.
anyhow, can anyone see what theyâre anchoriing the ropes to on the lawn?
At a guess, some variety of earth anchor with a couple of folded pillows over the eyes to protect the sofa. You could probably use an angle-iron stake (like those used for marquees) or even a couple of fencing pins if theyâre sunk deep enough. I wouldnât stake my life on the last two, though.
Some of us do. Thereâs a certain kind of, well, âYankee ingenuityâ that pops up here and there (geographical location has nothing to do with it) that leads to innovations like this. Hell, you move enough couches, you might start trying to think of an easier way to get 'em past the narrow, steep stairwells with the inconvenient u-turn landing halfway up. I imagine the person who invented the Forearm Forklift might not have been an egghead college graduate (though he or she may very well have been) but rather someone who spent a lot of time moving heavy things and wondering if there mightnât be a better way.
Iâve mentioned here before that I grew up in a doublewide in a rural trailer park, and my family and friends and I were called rednecks often enough (even by people who genuinely liked us) that we had no trouble self-applying the label. âTrailer trashâ seemed obviously pejorative, but what could be so bad about having a sunburned neck when you lived in a sun-drenched valley 25 miles east of San Diego?
Jeff Foxworthy milked this particular teat dry when describing all the various traits and situations under which âyou might be a redneck,â and many of them came from a place of obvious love. My own family did not watch TV on a smaller TV perched atop a larger, broken TV⌠but my best pal Tomâs family did, for over a year. My grandmother owned a bar and once accepted a fellaâs glass eye as collateral on his bar tab (though he never paid up, and I still have the glass eye). That always struck me as a profoundly redneck transaction. I have had a rag for a gas cap. I just took down the last string of last yearâs Christmas lights six days ago (seriously). The gas pedal on at least one of my cars is indeed shaped like a bare foot. I used to have no need for a program at stock car races, but Iâve been away long enough now that I have to ask my buddies if Dick Trickle is retired yet. (Actually, I just looked him up. Nope, he donât race no more. R.I.P.)
The redneck label is one of those appellations where offense can be taken where not intended⌠or not. Personally, Iâve never been offended by it. But then again, I moved out of the trailer park, and I donât have to do anything âredneckishâ due to a lack of money or any other misfortune. When I do identifiably redneck things like leave my Christmas lights up all year, itâs by choice, not necessity.