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I don't guess I should be surprised, but..
Apr. 9th, 2003 03:29 amThe one and only Dr. Gene Scott has done went and got hisself a website where you can hear about the great man (just ask him), you can watch his broadcasts 24/7 via this here new fangled internet contraption.
For those great unwashed who have no idea who I'm burbling about, here's a bit of description I chanced across some time back while Googling for info:
Anyway, as we flipped channels on the television on New Year's Eve, my friends and I came across some obscure channel which I swear I am not making up. When we first stumbled upon the channel, it was showing a grainy video of: a woman riding a horse. Some classic rock tune played in the background, as the woman and the horse wandered around some ranch. This went on some five minutes. Then, the screen faded to a facial close-up of a man, smoking a cigar and reading some papers. He looked up at the camera, scowled a little bit, and rolled his fingers, as if to say, "play the horse video again."
And they did. My friends and I howled with laughter, our cackles interrupted only by nearby gunshots. The video went on through another song, at which point, the screen faded back to the man. He didn't even look up at the camera this time; he just made the rolling motion with his hands, and they played the horse video again. This time, the song in the background was something by Prince.
My friends and I were gasping for air between guffaws at this point. Finally, the Prince song (which, I swear, had something to do with sex) ended, and the screen again went to the man, identified as "Dr. Gene Scott." This time, he looked up, took off his glasses, and started rambling about the Bible and how his church was empty and how he had no family -- all while puffing on a cigar the size of a small Buick. He seemed, quite frankly, grumpy and in need of a laxative.
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I am a happy camper.
For those great unwashed who have no idea who I'm burbling about, here's a bit of description I chanced across some time back while Googling for info:
Anyway, as we flipped channels on the television on New Year's Eve, my friends and I came across some obscure channel which I swear I am not making up. When we first stumbled upon the channel, it was showing a grainy video of: a woman riding a horse. Some classic rock tune played in the background, as the woman and the horse wandered around some ranch. This went on some five minutes. Then, the screen faded to a facial close-up of a man, smoking a cigar and reading some papers. He looked up at the camera, scowled a little bit, and rolled his fingers, as if to say, "play the horse video again."
And they did. My friends and I howled with laughter, our cackles interrupted only by nearby gunshots. The video went on through another song, at which point, the screen faded back to the man. He didn't even look up at the camera this time; he just made the rolling motion with his hands, and they played the horse video again. This time, the song in the background was something by Prince.
My friends and I were gasping for air between guffaws at this point. Finally, the Prince song (which, I swear, had something to do with sex) ended, and the screen again went to the man, identified as "Dr. Gene Scott." This time, he looked up, took off his glasses, and started rambling about the Bible and how his church was empty and how he had no family -- all while puffing on a cigar the size of a small Buick. He seemed, quite frankly, grumpy and in need of a laxative.
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I am a happy camper.
