Going Around My Elbow to Get to My Ass

     I'm a good sport. 
     Really, I am. No shit. 
     I'm also pussy-whipped above and beyond the call of duty. 
     
     Today, the wife informs me that the day-job company wants grilling videos (we're running a promo this week) for its website. She further informs me that I've volunteered to participate. 

    The Bible says that a man and his wife are "one flesh," and given my subordinate position to the Almighty, I can only agree. I can't find anything in either Testament about a man and his wife becoming a hive-mind, or a colonial organism, though. 

    Anyhoo, I agreed to be "videoed."

    Never mind that I prepared four multi-ingredient dishes -- I was restricted to three minutes. 

   It's also worth mentioning that unscripted video isn't my forte (especially when I'm sober). Consequently, I forgot to mention that the kebabs also contain zucchini. 

      Here's the vid - my first on Green Hell. (And here I thought busting my own cherry  -- as it were -- would be more fun. Live and learn.)

     Just posting the damned thing was like pulling teeth, incidentally. Mags just had to be oh-so-friggin'-trendy, and shoot it on her phone, instead of doing the practical thing and using a camera. 

     "Now I'll email it to myself, and you can download it to the computer, then upload it to your blog."

     Only problems being that TP doesn't allow those kinds of uploads. First, one must post on YouTube or a similar site. (I gather that TP has had a problem with uninhibited types posting home-porno, or something like that). Unfortunately, Mags had forgotten our YouTube password. Somehow, she ended up posting the vid to Google+ - which TP doesn't accept. 
    To make a long story short, it took me an entire fucking hour to post a minute or two of footage.