When Bob Dylan was in town recently performing at Eastern Michigan University, I was reminded of the moment on the live Grammy show about nine years ago when a guy escaped from the background ensemble, took off his shirt, and started dancing like a goon next to Dylan, who didn't miss a beat.
It was the funniest 40 seconds in TV history.
No sooner had I wished I could see that clip again than I was on YouTube, typing in a search for "Bob Dylan'' and "soy bomb'' - the words the guy had written on his chest.
And there it was. One click, and I was laughing all over again.
That's why I'm a fan of YouTube, the Web site that allows users to upload, view and share video clips.
Who needs a TV anymore? If Marie Osmond faints after her performance on "Dancing with the Stars'' and you weren't there to see it, no prob. It's waiting on YouTube. Watch it 100 times if you want.
Want to learn how to dance to Crank That Soulja Boy? You got it.
Want to join the 66,000 others who have watched my amazingly talented nephew? Search for "beat boxing maniac kid.'' See Stuey beat box.
How about a time-elapsed clip of a pumpkin decomposing? Or a look at some office humor? Maybe someone posted your marching band's performance from last night.
Until recently, I had no interest in videotaping. At home, I've left that to my husband. (He's a professional photographer. Why wouldn't I?) I recall videotaping the trip to St. Joe's to have a baby, but only because Gary was driving. And there was a ballet recital here or there.
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