I guess Ted Stevens was right – I Internet is a series of tubes.

Well, that just about exhausts my supply of YouTube jokes this morning, for which you can all heave a welcome sigh of relief.  For a few years I have been toying with the idea of putting some of my videos of YouTube, so that I can, for lack of a better term, guilt-trip even more of my friends around the world into watching my work, no what the quality.


To that end, I engaged the help of the very able Mark Warren,  Internet Master at Fayetteville’s Community Access Television, and away we went.

The two that I chose to go with were ones that have been kicking around for a couple of years, one a bit of social commentary, and one bit of what I like to think of as comedy, but probably won’t cause any professional comedians to lose any sleep over.


It was actually a lot easier than I had ever expected. The source material was on DVD (originally VHS, then SVHS if you want to get really picky), which we transferred to mini-DV. At that point we hooked up a camera to a laptop, followed instructions so simple that even I could probably follow them next time all by myself, and I was now a YouTube Adventurer.



Ode to a Drive-In

Sturgeon’s Law, coined by the famous SF writer Theodore Sturgeon, goes like this:

Ninety percent of everything is crap.

Fair enough. I think that most of us, save for the most supreme egotist, can live happily with that.  Personally, I’d be happy if ten percent of the stuff I wrote or produced on video approached anywhere near the un-crap  stage.


Often it is the most inconsequential things that you produce that grab people’s attention the most, I think. Such was the case with one of the pieces we put on YouTube yesterday, “Ode to a Drive-In,” which was shot at the old 62 Drive-In, located where the Walmart Super Center is, between Fayetteville and Farmington.

With Lanny Anderson operating the camera, I stood in the empty field, about a hundred feet from the opening gates, and just spoke enthusiastically about my love for drive-in theaters. I had hoped that the screen would still be up when we did our shoot that day, but no one seems to mind.

Of all the pieces I have done (except for the past life regression, which will never be shown again) it is the piece that people still stop me on the street and tell me how much they enjoyed it. People love drive-ins, and I think I may have touched a common chord in many people when I did that piece.

It was made back in 1994, and my hair is . . . shaggy is the kindest way to describe it.



Die, Baby Boomer, Die!

I have always sort of flirted with the idea of stand-up comedy, the way that some men flirt with the idea of being a crooner – though I’ve fantasized about that, as well, truth to tell.

I may be better at writing humor than performing, though, is my own cruel assessment on my abilities. At any rate, I cooked this little skit up about a year ago for the “Short Takes” segment on C.A.T.


Short Takes is a public service that C.A.T. offers the public so that anyone can come to the station and talk about anything they want to, on any subject, for several minutes. You just sit in the studio and let ‘er rip.

It’s like a video Letter to the Editor, only more interesting.

I’ve been watching public access for almost 30 years, and I recall the times when folks would petforms skits on Short Takes (or Take Fives, as they were once known), sing songs, or tell stories, as well as the usual sort of thing you see now.

I just thought, wouldn’t it be great if some of that old crazy energy came back. So I concocted a skit, a rant against baby boomers (who are pretty annoying, when you get right down to it), and I have to be literally get pulled off the set at the end of the skit by Heather Drain, who also works for C.A.T.

I think it’s funny. AARP might not, but as long as I keep paying my membership dues, what are they gonna say?



Quote of the Day

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live. – W.B. Yeats


Showing My Age Department

While donating some books to an area library recently, I was going through their books that were for sale, and found a copy of Soul on Ice, by Eldridge Cleaver of the Black Panthers. Back when I was a junior in high school (1971-72), “Soul on Ice” – along with The Greening of America, was assigned reading. And who said class-assigned reading wasn’t fun?