I have transparent battery cases and inside of each is a small card that's green on one side and red on the other. Red side up = dead. Green side up = go.
When running and gunning I keep batteries in my vest pockets, charged on the right, dead on the left. I don't even need to look.
Why anyone would shell out that much money for a bag that's always going to be half empty with stuff clanking around in it is beyond me.
I think part of the lack of storytelling these days is the fault of Hollywood producers giving people like J. J. Abrams and Michael Bey money. Neither of them can tell a coherent story and that's what people are looking up to these days. Spielberg knew what he was doing in terms of story and character development, Abrams is only interested in how many lens flares and one liners he can fit into his films.
Alternative/complimentary input devices is where its at. Right now in addition to keyboard and mouse I have a track ball, foot pedals and a PS2 style controller. Not only does it improve my workflow in a variety of applications, but it also keeps my body from falling apart during long computer sessions. A MIDI controller or shuttle knob is next on my list.
Or if you budget is 1/6th of $150. Try these; https://www.amazon.com/Miniature-Release-System-articulated-tripod/dp/B0...
I've been thinking about shooting a short stop motion animation for Halloween for a few years now. Maybe this year is the year. Thanks for the tips!
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.”
― Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices