OK, I’ll admit it. I’m a romantic idealist.Â
I believe in love at first sight; that two people can see each other across a crowded room and know in that one instant that for them there is no one else and that their search is over.Â
I believe there is nothing quite as restful and soothing as a good old fashion thunder storm on a warm summer evening; the anticipation as the storm inches closer and closer, the crisp pairing of the flash and the boom, the strong whoosh of humid air as the storm breaks, and the gentle cool clean breeze as the storm moves on.Â
I believe baseball is the code that explains everything in the universe because nothing even approaches the grace and beauty of an outfielder catching a towering fly ball in shallow right field and unleashing a perfect strike to nail the runner at home.
But, I also have to admit that I am the most cynical romantic idealist you will ever meet.
Most of the time love at first sight is the result of severely impaired vision, generally abetted by a liberal application of alcohol and a room decibel level just about equivalent to standing next to a fully rev-ed jet engine.Â
Thunder storms are swell but did you see the article on the weather channel web site the other day about some guy who was struck and killed by lightening from an almost cloudless sky. How can that happen?  Â
And I think that baseball has been ruined by pitchers and hitters who seem unable to throw two pitches in a row or have a consecutive at bat without first walking around and adjusting some part of their equipment. I’m not waiting 45 seconds between each pitch. If you can’t throw the ball both accurately and quickly, maybe baseball isn’t where your talents lie. And while we’re at it, batting gloves don’t fall off. Never have, never will. So stop tugging on them, they’re not going anywhere. Just get up to the plate and hit.Â
And so, as you can imagine, I had mixed feelings about the internet and it’s role in culture and entertainment.Â
Naturally I want to root for the unknown artist out there who is struggling to share what they see with the rest of us without having to really compromise their art or themselves. No more going from audition to audition hoping someone will notice you. No more flirting with the director or her assistant in an effort to get that extra little leg up on the competition (not even going to pursue that one).   No more just waiting around to be ‘discovered’.  I can just be me, the me that I want everyone to know and love – and if I end up famous and rich, spending winters in the south of France, so be it.  Â
The only problem with that vision is it doesn’t seem very practical to me. So what, is everyone just going to abandon their TV’s and start cruising around for web sites that will entertain them? Get real. Nobody is going to do that. Want to know the honest truth? Most people are too lazy. They want their entertainment all packaged up for them like ground chuck, wrapped and boxed by the entertainment impresarios out in LA.  I mean really, what kind of pathetic chump spends half their waking hours going from one web site to another in the forlorn hope that one of them actually has something on it you want to see.Â
And that’s where I left it – the internet was great but it wasn’t going to revolutionize my entertainment preferences.Â
And then I saw her face.Â
I was on a technical web site (honest – would I lie to you, baby?) looking up something I would never use and suddenly there she was, just waiting for my double click.  What the heck is this, I said to myself. I hesitated, but only for a moment, drinking in her long dark hair and flashing eyes. I raised my finger and clicked but it was already too late. I was hooked on Happy Slip productions – and Christine.Â
As I quickly found out, there are a whole series of Happy Slip videos featuring the girl my wife refers to somewhat scathingly as ‘your video girl’ but the one I started with is still my favorite – The Video Blog Try Out where she is experimenting with some new software that takes a few pertinent details about you and builds a video blog using a number of different motifs. The ‘pageant’ format is my favorite but I always did root for H&M University. It’s beautifully understated and hip. And it pokes fun at the very technology that makes it possible. I really love that.Â
But the most appealing thing about it is the lovely, dark eyed Christine.  She has this every woman appeal to her, a sort of woman-girl, just a normal kind of person who is trapped in a technology that she exploits but doesn’t always understand.  Through her eyes I can see, as if for the first time, both the promise and heartbreak of technology. Plus I just love the way she scrunches up her nose or purses her lips every time she runs into something that defies both logic and common sense. (I’ve counted close to a dozen different ways she does this so far, but I really need to study the video a bit more.)  Who is Christine really? I haven’t a clue, and I may not even want to know. Does she own Happy Slip or is she just a hired face they have brought in for marketing appeal?  Not sure. All I know is that I would rather watch one of her videos than watch Mario Batalli (not sure what would happen in a head to head battle with Giada though).Â
But it’s all good. I mean it’s not like I’ve lost my objectivity or anything. I don’t have one of those ‘I Blog It With Christine’ shirts, or a full color poster suitable for framing (although the tote bag has really come in handy).  Christine is just a part of my otherwise varied and full life.  Â
At the same time, however, I guess I have to admit that maybe the internet will have a place in the entertainment world of the future. And maybe it will give people who don’t have connections with Spielberg or David Kelly to bring their art to life. Stranger things have happened. And so, maybe my idealistic romantic side wins out on this one. I suppose it has to. After all, now I’m a believer.Â