If I had my way, every person who picked up the cam-du-jour to add to the tubeness of the world would hear echoes of dear old dad saying, “Uh… wait a minute there. What EXACTLY do you think you’re about to do with my [choose one: power tool, Hustler magazine, bottle of gin, lacy red bra]?” and when reaching for the red button their finger would twitch as a frayed synapse recoiled in memory of daddy’s [choose one: misfiring berreta, stinging backhand, profuse obscenities, lacy red bra].

“And you may ask yourself, ‘How do I work this?’”

Better yet, ask yourself, “Why video?” Continue Reading »