Once upon a time, a photog's only concern was keeping the live truck between the ditches. Now these TV stevedores have to worry about spreading global viruses. Take the latest case of Charles Ramsey - that whimsical witness who's helped a nation It's why we here at The Lenslinger Institute are proud to announce the opening of Camera Manor, a full service rehabilitation facility for those living with the fact they unleashed a lunatic across the land. Already, scores of wards are filling fast with photogs caught in the grip of P.H.S.D. (Post Hyperbole Stress Disorder). Spotlighting ass-hats may launch a million internet memes, but the scars left on the news shooter psyche don't fade as fast as
Just ask Hobbs in Room 13. Once at a train wreck, he jammed a camera in a hobo's face. How was he supposed to know hobos yodeled? Well, they do, and before Hobbs could even find his tripod, the yodeling hobo went viral. Old dude eventually got a reality show, even banged a Kardashian. Meanwhile, Hobbs is blinded by remorse. Says he poisoned the planet, added to the inanity and brokered a hobo's third case of the clap. Hobbs took it hard. Eventually we found him in the photog's lounge, sewing his eyelids shut with tiny strips of gaffer's tape. Now he sits in the dark in Room 13, making shadow puppets only he can see.
But YOU can help the residual victims of telecommunications abuse. Just send a blank check, valid Lotto ticket or complimentary keg to The Lenslinger Institute and we'll see that the lost souls at Camera Manor hear just how much we enjoyed your generosity. Meanwhile, feel free to snicker at the very next hysterical neighbor who rockets to the top of your Twitter feed. But remember...
A guy with two credits of film school under his belt and three bucks in his billfold is a terrible thing to waste.
6 comments:
I'll mail you a rubber check.
Just be grateful the shooter is anonymous in this modern era...I can point to many historical incidents of a photog inadvertently assisting in something going "viral" and he ends up a celebrity too.
Amanda, The Lenslinger already is a celebrity. Best of all he's the type of celebrity where you must be worthy before you can even recognize him as a celebrity, obviating the need for a clever disguise or a secret identity.
Faster than Tri-X pushed to 1600, more powerful than a burrito fart fermented for three hours on a bumpy backroad rush to the studio before being released in a cramped edit bay, able to remember to lower the m/w tower before driving the van under the viaduct - it's Lenslinger!
Disguised as cranky dayshift photographer at a mild-mannered TV station in the foothills of NC, the Lenslinger with his bloodhound nose for bullshit, and the remarkable patience of a New York cabbie, toils in the gutters of journalism removing as much bullshit as possible before it reaches the the viewers.
Journalism profs have described his function as that of the tail man on a manure spreader, performing the job of making sure that only the nuggets help viewers to grow are offered to their minds.
Some longtime friends of "His Slingage" will remember those words of then Vice President Al Gore who turned to the Lenslinger himself and told him, "You're in my way."
Wow! I think I found my press agent!
Lenslinger ain't no Norman Alley....but the Committee for the Preservation of History will let him keep the ego boost anyway. He'll need it the next time he's sucking live truck fumes.
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