Saturday, August 21, 2010


Further Video Adventures


A few weeks ago I went through a lot of trouble to embed a short video in the “right” way here on the blog. Frankly, it’s way more of a PITA than normal people are going to put up with. I saw a note that Vimeo had introduced “universal” embed code so I decided to revisit the subject. I’ve had a Vimeo account for a while, and I’ve never really used it. It’s a much less noisy place than YouTube, really — it seems like they’ve actually put a little work into interaction design.

Curly and Chet II: Electric Boogaloo from Dave Walker on Vimeo.

Thanks, of course, to Ilkae for the soundtrack.


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d.w. wrote:

Title: Vimeo fail.

Date: 8/21/2010 20:24:28

Response:

So Vimeo is no panacea, either.

This is what I get when I visit this page on my iPhone (or, presumably, any other phone)

No mobile video for you

This is the page that the video link takes me to on the phone:

No mobile video for you

No, I will not pay $9 a month for you to serve a smaller video than the one you already serve to desktop clients to phones. I will not do that because it is retarded.

Your business model is broken.



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