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Selfies – more dangerous than sharks • The social-media – (not-so) – good Samaritans • Larry’s near-death encounter with an elephant • Types of selfies and what they reveal about you • A man, a bear, a selfie, the “friends” who filmed his demise and the stray dog that tried to save him • Why it’s okay to laugh at others’ deaths (but not their accents) • All this and more!

First there was the Greatest Generation. (The teleprompter-reader who co-opted the phrase for his bestseller, Tom Brokaw, is now part of the ever expanding #metoo my–career–and–reputation–is fucked generation along with many of his marginally talented cultural Marxist and Roofie dropping colleagues. Tough shit, Tom. You were never really good. You just suited up well and kissed the right asses. Same as Rather, Jennings et. al.

Then there was the Pepsi Generation. What did they do besides wear bell-bottoms and beads, chant Kumbaya and pass out Commie screeds? Fuck them, too.

Here we are in the Selfie Generation. Their depth of narcissism has created many billionaires and centi-milionaires, deca-millionaires and millionaires. Because Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube and all this other shit are NOT advertising mediums as they claim. They are ego-inflation machines.

Long before social media was ever dreamed of, Andy Warhol said someday everyone will be famous for 15 minutes. Or less. Like the duration of a single Tweet.

Everybody wants to be somebody. Every body wants to say “I’m here, look at me.” (Or in my case, “listen to me.”) But in defense of myself, I try to offer something in return for your attention and support. The Selfie people just want your attention with no reciprocation, no quid pro quo, just… dig me because I’m me . Well, they can just eat shit. Unless the selfie/attention demand comes from pointy chicks. Only they deserve our attention and support just for being them. They beautify our ugly world. They keep out economy booming as men buy them stuff to win their favors. They keep us…alert, courteous and needy.

As I sang in episode 9, It’s a Pointy, Hot-Chick World. And that’s the truth.

In case you’re new to all this, here’s a Pointy Chick. It’s not a selfie, but who cares?

In this episode, I promised to post one of my own few selfies. This is me in Queens, NY in glorious B&W on a cold but sunny winter’s day.

I’ve always been a camera freak. I was already deep into 35mm, but I found an old Kodak Duo-flex and loaded it with Plus-X. Click. Selfie. Frozen in time. For any other camera freaks out there, I fell in love with the square format and would eventually acquire a Rollieflex, T. Maybe still my favorite camera of all time. Is it better than digital? No. But it feels cooler in your hand, and the mechanics of it are magnificent.

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