Sorry Freddy,
I worked with this for almost 3 days and figured out a solution. I never wrote anything to a folder. Never. I just picked up the mpg created in the produce stage and regurgitated it again on the timeline as ONE mpeg instead of 4 VOBS.
Nobody told me to do that, I thought it through. You see Freddy, I have brain cancer. So any achievement of that magnitude makes me feel like something other than s**t. I once was a computer programmer for a fortune 500 company - in charge of the operating system for the mainframe - called OS/390 at the time, now called Z/OS (unless they changed the name again)
At it's heart it will always be known as MVS because of the incredible support for legacy COBOL, FORTRAN, RPG and BAL language support. I once wrote programs over 10,000 lines of code. YOu wouldn't understand what happens when you get real sick like me. Friends are gone. Even a lot of family disappears. People don't want to deal with that "negative cancer guy in their nice, protected lives". I remind people they are dying and they don't want to be reminded of it.
So, if I come up with a solution, Freddy, that I worked out over 3 days (when I was well, I would have had it working in under 10 minutes) - I still feel a sense of accomplishment and usefulness (for my sister). I have the right to to remind myself and people I still can think and reason. I'm not in the dirt yet.
So, Fred, if you cannot understand that, I'm sorry. I just hope to see Christmas this year with my then 16 year old daughter. I told everybody in my family today I figured out how to get my sister's movie working. Everyone congratulated me because they know, as a man, I need that feeling of worth.
I only wish you could have known me in my prime. In the top 5% of mainframe systems programmers in this country.
I earned 6 figures. During Y2k I got offers from New York based companies for over 250 grand per year to jump ship and work for them.
I signed an agreement I would not leave my company for a huge bonus check.
Now, I sit in my mother's finished basement. My daughter comes down to see me sometimes. She has a life going on, so I don't expect her to hang out talking with me all the time. My wife left (and took everything I owned) when she realized the only future she had with me was going through a death march with me. We were married 12 years and had no marital problems until the cancer.
I was so angry about that too, but I cannot change my health. In a couple months I will be in one of those cancer wings enjoying the fellowship with other dying people.
I hope you never have to face any of this, Freddy. Give me a break for figuring out what was wrong. That was very special to me and at least told me, my brain is still worth two sh**s.
Bob