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Alright folks this is pretty much the blog equivalent of a quickie, but I need people to chime in.

Cue the video:

Now compare and contrast with:

And go.

Chances are if you agree with Renaldo, I’ll hate you to the core. No pressure, though. Just an FYI.

P.S. It’s my blog and I’ll partake in narcissism if I want to. Be self-centered if I want to. Try to get you to indulge me if I want to. You would be self-involved, too, if a Negro said you looked like Que.

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So if you happened to have caught my first attempt at video blogging then surely you noticed that I looked quite uncomfortable.

As in if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought I had just been pulled over by the police for running a stop sign while drinking…with  no pants on.

That said, I’m making a real effort to get better. Namely because being able to be comfortable in front of the camera usually means a boost in pay grade. That’s the reason I actually majored in broadcast journalism in college, but somewhere along the way I lost a clue. I’m trying to get it back, though.

Another entry with a subsequent second attempt at video blogging will be up very soon, but in the meantime I found an outtake I shot at my last apartment before moving.

It includes a heaux-ish (credit for adding “heaux” into my lexicon goes to Chase N. Cashe)  jig. In jest, of course. Ya’ll know I keeps all types of classy ’round here.

Anyhow, here’s attempt 1 1/2:

Outtake from Young Sinick on Vimeo.

That’s all you get for free. Dropping  it and swinging from under a rail at the club (true story) only come with loads of joyful beverages…or charitable donations via Paypal. I’m no fool.

In the meantime I’m going to go write this other entry and then get up on some work. You all enjoy this and please adhere to the main theme of the video: Tell someone else about this here site. Help me help myself be great(er).

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If you’re wondering, yes, the title of this entry is a Beyonce reference. I actually went out and bought Popeye’s for the first time this year in honor of the original premiere day of she and GaGa’s video for “Video Phone.”

Needless to say, I was disappointed yet very well nourished once I found out the video wasn’t premiering. So I won’t be right until I see the video for myself.

In any event, for about two years I’ve been asked the question, “When are you going to start doing video blogs?”

My usual response is, “Uhh…never?” Or, “You know, I’m not sure. Soon?”

Translation: Polite way of saying never.

In hindsight, I wish I had done so before everyone else started doing it.

Then again, I stopped wanting to be in front of the camera a while ago. I was a broadcast journalism major in college.

My cousin was a CNN anchor, so as I kid when I saw my long last name at the bottom of the screen I got geeked. When my mom told me she was kinfolk to my dad, I slowly developed a dream to be on air. Then years later I found out about Katie Couric’s $80 million dollar deal with NBC and decided I was going to be the black male answer to her.

No, not Bryant Gumble. Not Trevor Collins. Katie Couric…but with color and a penis.

And as fate would have it the second I stepped on the campus of Howard I realized that I didn’t want to do that shit.

You have to smile on command. You can’t have an opinion. Well, at the time you couldn’t, but you know what I mean.

I’m not Mr. “Hi, this is Michael ….” as I burst into a big cheerful grin.

I knew that the job wasn’t for me but I never changed my major…mainly because it might have prolonged my stay in college. Trust me, I was there long enough. Most people assumed I was a print major who just looked like a broadcast guy anyway.

And then senior year came and I had to fulfill a requirement — which meant I had shoot, edit, and report on my own news packages.

I hated it.

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