ONE LAST HURRAH!!!

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So I'm back at it again. And I think it's going to be for the last time. I'm arranging one last showing of "Bible Camp" at Abbott Loop in Anchorage, March 28, 7pm. Well, I've already arranged it, and am pretty much ready to go with everything. Just need to put some things together, and I'll be all ready to go with plenty of time to spare. So here's the thing, I need as many proponents with all this as I can get. I have three freshly updated trailers, a new 6 minute featurette where I actually sit IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA and explain why I made this DVD, and how important it is for people in Alaska to take care of their own. These are all posted on youtube, at www.myspace.com/BibleCampDVD , and will be available on a special DVD, which will also include a 4 minute clip from the full-length DVD. I need y'all to talk to the people at your church and tell them you can get a DVD with all the info they'd need, posters and fliers to hang, and a butt-load of postcards as a way to support ministry in the interior (and also Christian documentary filmmaking, eh?). Seriously, let's get on the ball with all this. It'll all be available in Alaska within the week if you wish to hand-deliver the goods. Tell your friends, tell your family, tell your congressman, tell your mailman, tell your grocer (is there such a thing anymore?) Tell people to go to the Bible Camp myspace page (www.myspace.com/BibleCampDVD) and become a friend, and go onto youtube and subscribe to my channel, or at least take a look at it. I no longer have the energy or resources to keep doing this, as it's certainly not bringing in enough capital to keep it going, so I'm planning on making this my last showing, at least the last one I organize myself. It's time to move forward, but not without one last hurrah. So mark it on your calendar, March 28, 7pm, Abbott Loop. Last chance to see it on a big screen, and let me tell you, it looks pretty sweet on the screen at Abbott Loop. Anyway, there it is. Enjoy.

Like a rope-curtain for your neck!

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I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Now, I can't really be critical of people's hair since I haven't had a haircut since last July, but I saw what can only be seen as a mistake: the elusive dreadlock mullet. So here's what I think happened when this poor guy was at the barber.




"So what can I do for you, sir?"
"Well, I've been growing my dreads out for a while, and they're getting pretty nappy, so I want to cut them off."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah. I'm trying to get a job in Portland Public Schools and need to look presentable."
"Okay then. You know, once I start cutting, there's no turning back."
"Yeah, I know. I've psyched myself up pretty good for this, so let's just do it before I change my mind."

And so the barber began cutting, starting in the front and working toward the back. He had to sharpen his hedge-trimmers a couple times in the process, but eventually managed to hack his way through the front half of dreads. At this point, he began untangling the ends of the dreads that were still stumpily-attached to the young man's head. He worked slowly but meticulously, and in an effort to forget about the haircut that was about to erase years of unwashable bliss, the young man fell asleep at the chair.

The front was starting to come along, and a fresh, presentable young man was emerging from the nappy forest. Stopping to admire his work, the barber slowly rotated the chair back and forth in front of the shop's enormous plate-glass mirrored wall. The rotations startled the young man out of his slumber. Fortunately the barber's scissors were sheathed at the time, because the young man jumped a little as he came to. Groggily his eyes focused on the enormous mirror, and seeing the business front he'd just been given, and smiled with naive content. As he admired his new potential for mainstream social-acceptance, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the reflection of a clock mounted on the opposite wall.

"Oh crap! I'm late for my interview!"

And with that, he whipped out of the chair, slapped a twenty into the hand of the barber and was out the door, back-door-dreads whipping in the whirlwind of complete unawareness. And the rest was history. He arrived at his interview six hours early, got the job, but spent the rest of his money on an FBI fingerprinting, a requirement for working for the school district. So he didn't have the money to get the rest of the dreads taken care of, and ended up keeping them out of sheer poverty.

And then he found a dollar.

The end.