Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Some Discomfort May Occur

Roadside View 2Okay so not EVERY day is a blast of Raid to the face, but the average news shift is brimming with contusions, feuds and delusions - not to mention ample opportunity for prolonged social scarring. I’d tell you all that I‘m legally allowed to share, but first, lemme axe you…

Ever stalk a Pepsi Man across campus because it was still Summer and the closest you were going to get to good footage for your Sodas in Schools story later that day was some chucklehead in knee socks wheeling a case of Throwback Dew into the cafegymnatorium?

Ya ever make a fat lady squirm, glare and lose all sense of rhythm, just by wandering into her Zumba class with a Sony on your shoulder? Pop on your top-light and she may very well soil that Danskin.

Ever stumbled mumbling and dumbfounded into a VIP Tent at a Golf Tournament, so overcome with the smoldering stick and glacial pace of a PGA Event that you can’t help but sweat all over a table full of moneyed housewives as you demand to know who schedules such a brutal slog in August anyway? Better have your credentials…

Ya ever silently congratulate yourself on the gazelle like grace it took to clear that park bench seconds before you land wrong on your left ankle and crumple into a broken pile of cameraman parts? Better hope your buddy from the other station wasn’t rolling…

Ever broken off the grab-ass and chit-chat long enough to watch weeping parents walk by clad in black? Days after the attack on the USS Cole I joined family members of the fallen Sailors along with President Bill Clinton for a somber dockside memorial service. I’ll never forget that slow parade of anguish.

You ever zoom in on a dude who looks like he’d just as soon slice your throat, then looked away and whistled, knowing that nine out of ten people still think a cameraman has have his eye glued to the viewfinder for the damn thing to be rolling? Keep it to yourself.

Ever stood on your tiptoes for thirteen solid minutes while your partner of the day fumbles his way through every mistakes listed in Interviewing 101? AGAIN?

Ya ever feel your stomach turn to slush as the pilot beside you decides to throw the Go-Kart with Wings you’re riding into some sort of inverted arcing slow-motion pass over the stadium you’re supposed to rolling on? And you thought that bean burrito would HELP.

How DO YOU clean flecks of Taco Bell out of windscreen, anyway?

3 comments:

turdpolisher said...

Ever choke down the entire dollar value menu while standing over a gurgling brook of sewage and take bets on what that lump in the water used to be?

joey flash said...

"i soiled my danskin" just reading that line!

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