It seems so long ago at times, and at times it seems like it wasn’t. Nostalgia always gives me vertigo. Is that right, vertigo? Maybe I’m thinking of something else. You know when you look back fondly on something but much fonder than the moment really deserves. Kind of like the night John and I played the bikers bar in the midst of Massachusetts. Looking back now it was a fun night filled with cartoon-like bikers and their slutty -but in an endearing way- woman. Time has a way of glossing over things, like the fight that broke out in the back, the obvious threats from the entertainment starved crowd and the promise to anally rape the host…? I think his name was Donald, started with a “D”. But having survived it, that memory becomes a great story to tell to ward children away from entering show biz.

I had a point to this, and the point was memories. Remember when TV was going to be an educational tool, you know before tobacco caused cancer. Now think a little more recently, remember episode one? It’s going away for now. We may find a way to archive it for those that want to see how this grand experiment went awry from the start, but for now it gets filed away right next to the unaired pilot for “Return of The Munsters”; the one where Herman goes crazy and eats the neighbor, ah memories.

So I thought I would write a dedication to that first episode, you know the one where we conquered the sound prob… crap. You know the one where… we… started this thing. There that’s it, the first one. Here’s to Episode One, you will always be the first.

Stay tuned, a new episode is coming, spread the word!