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Canon Vixia HF10

Editors’ rating: 8.0

The good: Excellent video quality; fast focus; compact, attractive, and comfortable design.

The bad: Wind filter not as dependable as previous Canon models; manual focus pretty useless.

The bottom line: Canon’s first flash-based camcorder, the Canon Vixia HF10, delivers excellent HD video quality and performance in a tiny package.

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Price range: $1,099-$1,100

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Not much to share and this saddens me for I too was youngER not too long ago and chose to live my life driving in the fast lane with no off ramp, finally a good K hole spooked me enough to find an off ramp before I became the sad individuals you would meet still single, getting older by each bump or drink consumed and for anyone who cares and I mean the young ones here, I started at 16, came out gay, dropped acid at 17, and tested HIV positive a year later. TRUST ME when I say or your family tells you don’t grow up so fast you will have your whole life to do all the twisted things you are doing know with nobody telling you to stop because when your turn 21 you will be legal and an adult to boot. My first realization of this was on my 20th birthday in at the time Oklahoma City. My partner had left his wife a few years prior, he had money and we new how to throw a party. As an evil trick on my partners part he had all our friends drop acid a little earlier than planned. Oh BTW I was dressed in purple unitard and covered in purple balloons with a hideous skullcap and green leaves and twigs..if you haven’t guessed i was a batch of grapes. Then just as the acid turned me on full blast the doorbell rang and it was my mom, dad, and little sister with whom I hadn’t seen because of the way the whole gay thing went down in a Italian catholic home. I don’t blame my partner for this because all of my friends were in on the so called joke. Lets just say trying to “grip” or in my case “Grape” was not possible and once they were inside everyone of course makes it more uncomfortable by being quiet except for a few friends who offered to take their coats etc. Mother replied that’s OK Tommy seems to be having the time of his life and I grabbed my little sister who was all of 15 and offered her a bump of cocaine. She didn’t know how to do it and I showed her in my acid tripping state of mind thank the lord my hands shook so much she didn’t get it in the nose, come to find out months later she was a serious drunk. But there is a story another part of my life shared for others to read, laugh at, judge, or cry. Me personally next to my Th b day party thrown by my entire family with my partner and our kids almost beat out my acid trip 20th. The point of this revelation is turning 21 in Las Vegas the following year because now I was legal was so idiotic because I had 6 year head start already.

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Not much to share and this saddens me for I too was youngER not too long ago and chose to live my life driving in the fast lane with no off ramp, finally a good K hole spooked me enough to find an off ramp before I became the sad individuals you would meet still single, getting older by each bump or drink consumed and for anyone who cares and I mean the young ones here, I started at 16, came out gay, dropped acid at 17, and tested HIV positive a year later. TRUST ME when I say or your family tells you don’t grow up so fast you will have your whole life to do all the twisted things you are doing know with nobody telling you to stop because when your turn 21 you will be legal and an adult to boot. My first realization of this was on my 20th birthday in at the time Oklahoma City. My partner had left his wife a few years prior, he had money and we new how to throw a party. As an evil trick on my partners part he had all our friends
drop acid a little earlier than planned. Oh BTW I was dressed in purple unitard and covered in purple balloons with a hideous skullcap and green leaves and twigs..if you haven’t guessed i was a batch of grapes. Then just as the acid turned me on full blast the doorbell rang and it was my mom, dad, and little sister with whom I hadn’t seen because of the way the whole gay thing went down in a Italian catholic home. I don’t blame my partner for this because all of my friends were in on the so called joke. Lets just say trying to “grip” or in my case “Grape” was not possible and once they were inside everyone of course makes it more uncomfortable by being quiet except for a few friends who offered to take their coats etc. Mother replied that’s OK Tommy seems to be having the time of his life and I grabbed my little sister who was all of 15 and offered her a bump of cocaine. She didn’t know how to do it and I showed her in my acid
tripping state of mind thank the lord my hands shook so much she didn’t get it in the nose, come to find out months later she was a serious drunk. But there is a story another part of my life shared for others to read, laugh at, judge, or cry. Me personally next to my 30thb day party thrown by my entire family with my partner and our kids almost beat out my acid trip 20th. The point of this revelation is turning 21 in Las Vegas the following year because now I was legal the ritual or rite of passage was tainted an was nothing more than a joke, idiotic and it still took me the summer of 1993 and a suicide attempt to get somewhat able to drive my broken down body not just to another off ramp but a complete pit stop and some DEAR GAWD time.

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It was nice for once to be asked to participate in a new upcoming site/project. Before my HIV took a turn for the hearse I mean worse back in 1999 and was unable to work anymore I had such big plans and ideas of ways to not just blab about my story and illness but to pick up from where I once had left off. I was part of a very small club of individuals say a million or so back in 1994 when I signed up with AOL 2.0. ThomPoz was a beloved handle I cherished and even started doing business on my website built by two very talented young “MAC” men in 1995. Mainstream America hadn’t caught up yet but I fell write into it’s never ending highway of information, networking, and then of course leave it to the gays to make it or the AOL chat rooms notorious for ordering in sex instead of the usual take out a bunch of friends and hope to score some hot trade. Prior to this I had mastered the early 90’s phone sex revolution being exposed to it through my Playgirl Jan of 91 centerfold where I would leave these tongue in cheek sexy messages for all the ladies out there who wanted to know more about me. Well I can tell you this they were no ladies but a bunch of horny girls, queens, speed freaks, you name it I loved it. I got in trouble with playgirl for telling tall tales, or shall we say the TRUTH. Like Dirk Schafer who by coincident was the centerfold for Xmas holiday issue 1990 and I followed. We both grew up in Edmond, Oklahomo and he was 3 years older than I and boy did I have a crush on him. He was the lifeguard at our neighborhoods edition every summer. Yes we did each other a few years later he and I also without knowing it got involved with the same guy. I of course met him after Dirk decided to move to LA to be a STAR, I was still getting my wings and princess status coming out gay at 16. I really liked this guy who Dirk really hurt by leaving but he was no ugly he was hot and coached the OU cheerleaders along with being a teacher. I was very street smart but also very naive. I opened my mouth to the girls on my squad about dating him never once thinking about hurting him or God forbid legal action. I never really found out the full story except bits and pieces one year I came home from LA to OKC for a visit after my splash in Playgirl and basically said the only way I knew how too and that was I am sorry if I caused you all of the drama he went through. He was a first love I guess you could say but he gave me hug and said it wasn’t my fault and how proud he was of both Dirk and I. He died a couple years later. I was told it was not from AIDS but from bleeding ulcers he had been dealing with for some time. God bless him, I love you Rex …
Whew, no where in the hell did this all come from. Back to what I was saying yesterday….My celebrity gave me and my website some great publicity and to this day Google still shows me right up there 1-10 depending on what you are searching for . Thom Collins alone will usually get my website built by my two friends Matt and Mike in 1995, I attempted to redesign it and to say it is HTML ancient would be an understatement. Wanting to invest my time on one of the hundreds of new web-ware 2.0’s out there I can’t decide. From my huge Barbie collection trying to get into the whole ebay/ showcase dealing side of things is one, the other is getting my courage back being wild and crazy, or sharing my beloved capuchin Rolex with the rest of the world through video and song. But my health gives me a break sometimes and I get rolling and then loose interest because my life is like the boy in the plastic bubble. Can’t go out, refused to be in the chair Blanche but it is looming, I am also addicted to video gaming and virtual reality. But I hate the obsession I have no control over when 25 new sites are announced and I am there just registering to keep my name Thom Collins out there. I am going to update my links on my blog for I have collected well over 200 as bookmarks but wish I could understand the whole permalink thing etc. But we will talk soon. If interested here is my original website:
www.thomcollins.com