Bluemerle

Yeah, I've got the you-tube fever. I just discovered how fun it is to spend a brain-dead rainy weekend plugging in random search terms or finding old Gap commericals I used to like.

I rustled through my closet of memory brick-a-brac and pulled out old shoes long forgotten..some now stylish or still classic, some crushed and flattened and worthless, some ankle-breakers that were always stupid and remain so.

Thrills: found the video I found most facinating when the genre was new Elvis ca. 1978 (but see if you don't start mentally inserting Jack Bauer about half way through) ...Planet Claire...Gumby.
I tried to copy some Shindig moves. (disclaimer: that's actually from Hullabaloo.)

Shame: I remembered the time I held my first beer can ( not actually drinking from it, mind), and freaked out all the Queen and Rush-lovin Wayne/Garth's at a party by putting The Kick Inside on the turntable, thinking I was way progressive. "Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder? What the hell is this?" Did someone step on a squirrel?!!" A good joke. I'm sure that platter would take a Zombie's head right off. Say, I guess Freaky Kate is fairly proto-Goth. I say she's to blame for School Shootings.

Cartoon shame: I remembered the time my 8-year-old self sent away for my free Jot kit. Jot the dot was a little Stealth-Christian Sunday-morning cartoon show that came on after Insight. He spent most of the show feeling really, really guilty. The Jot Kit was my childhood equivalent of an Ovaltine secret decorder ring - mail, for ME!) I actually spent weeks playing with it, secretly feeling guilty myself, as I was agnostic and felt I had aquired the toys, stickers and fan club info under false pretenses.

Biggest shame:Clap!Shake!Jump!'ed around the living room in April 2006 to this 2-minute Mp3: Stripes all Around!