I start filming a series of videos to post on my new youtube channel (created last night when I got home). Having a high resolution Nikon as I have, filming has been great fun. With Uncle Henry’s permission, I’ve made three videos of the house and how gorgeous it is. Then I uploaded them.
Like how it was with my reading blog, any sort of likes or comments are like gold. Uncle Henry teases me when he sees me staring at my laptop.
“It’s not going to happen all of a sudden. You’ve got to be patient” he rolls his eyes, joining the couch beside mine with his own laptop.
“Can I see your videos?”
“Yeah, I’ll Skype you the link to my channel” I do so.
“Let’s video chat”
“You’re sitting right next to me”
“So?”
“Alright”
We goof off on Skype (getting on this topic thread of manga, which lead to Pokémon), and then to my insistence, we watch Avatar the Last Airbender episodes. I’ve watched them SO much, I’ve memorised every single episode. However, Uncle Henry has not, so I start from episode one.
When we finished after four hours (eight episodes) and it being only noon, we paused for a lunch break. Uncle Henry and I look like zombies, with slight bags under our eyes and sluggish bodies. Uncle Henry rolls of the couch and lands with a ‘thud’. I slide down like water, feet sliding on the wood along with the rest of my body. We’re both on the floor. With one heaving push, I get up and tug Uncle Henry up as well.
“I never expected it to be that good” Uncle Henry moans, “I feel like a child” as we start stretching our sole muscles.
“It’s AMAZING! I love Zuko and Aang, they’re my favourites”
“Oh, Zuko because of his dark and troubled self? I don’t get why girls like that”
“He’s sweet and true at heart, Uncle Henry. Do you see how nice he is around his uncle?”
“His uncle is ancient. I shouldn’t be an uncle. Just call me Henry, why don’t you?”
“Fine fine. Anyway, it gets deliciously good as we progress further. I refuse to let you watch The Legend of Korra episodes with me until you’ve finished”
“Great” he replies sarcastically. We scour the kitchen for ingredients to make something, yet all we have is soy sauce, jam, two slice of bread, and half a carton of milk.
“Let’s go grocery shopping, eh?” He sighs, “I don’t want salty canned soup, which is all we’ve got that’s lunch material”
“Sure. I’m recording it though. Show our American audiences our grocery shopping adventure” I inform, dashing to the kitchen cupboard where I keep my camera.
“I’ve got to get used to this new youtube thing” he jokes. I turn on the camera and start recording (I’ll edit later)
“This is my Uncle Henry” I introduce, “We’re off to go grocery shopping since there’s nothing at all. Hang on, let me show you”
