The Indies Unite for Joshua World WideParty on Spreecast was a huge success. Bas Linders suited up in a snazzy white shirt and with a pot of industrial strength coffee came on camera at 4am his time from the Netherlands. Paul Reeves tried to beam in from Glasgow, Scotland, but I think the Space-X capsule was blocking the bounce from the satellite. Or perhaps Europe cut off the transponder as an austerity measure. In any event he was unable to materialize on camera and was trapped in the chat box.
The evening was filled with a variety of technical glitches as we pushed the Spreecast servers to their limits. It is in beta and needed testing, right? But we persevered and people bounced on and off camera for over two hours as Steven Grant trolled for chicks down in the chat box. Our producer and Spreecast guru, Lorca Damon – who apparently is named for the star of Free Willie and the lovechild of Matt Damon, or something like that, and who also apparently lives under a train trestle somewhere in the backwoods of Alabama – somehow kept it all together with a steady hand and quite a large bottle of wine. Which might explain her impromptu mooning of the assembled crowd, and the internet in general, at one point. But I digress.
My stalwart co-host, or should I say co-hostess? Or Co-host-person? Or Sexy-side-kick? Damn, now I'm confused. At any rate, Eden Baylee – the creator, organizer, and head cheerleader of the Indies Unite for Joshua campaign – held her composure throughout the evening, remaining poised and composed even when my camera failed, sending me hurtling down into the maelstrom of the chat box for a time. She only allowed herself one quick sex break off camera, but hurried back with her hair only slightly mussed.
Melanie made her appearance on camera with a Mountain Dew, sweet southern drawl, and a strange angelic glow, juxtaposed against the talk of behindless chaps, or bottomless chaps, or some such thing going on in the chat box below. But she made her exit just as talk of removing clothing began. The lovely, #andnotreallyallthatsnarkybutsweeterthanacalifornianectareen, redhead from Orange County, Rachel Thompson of Bad Redhead Media took the lead and removed her top.
Chazz fought his way out of the chat box and onto the screen and after a quick lap dance the Queen joined him. But she was unable to speak coherently with his hand up her dress, so she left. Gae, a dear friend and young adult author, came on camera to lend her support and show off her brand new Max tattoo. Everyone enjoyed the really nice cleavage shot, and Lorca decided the next Spreecast should be devoted to a game of name the boob.
Eden and Rachel kept the conversation hopping whenever Lorca slipped off camera, with her bottle of wine, to do her “producer thing” and R.B. Wood tried to go on camera and take charge, while my camera was down and the onscreen conversation turned to prostitution and pimps. Eventually R.B. took one for the team and flashed his nipple, sending the broadcast into the “adult content” category and saving the innocence of small woodland creatures everywhere.
All-in-all it was a flat out blast to see many of the people behind the campaign helping to support my son in his battle with leukemia. All those on camera and off were there to celebrate a wildly successful campaign, which at the time of this writing is less than $200 away from its $10,000 goal, and they all deserve a pat on the back – or in the tradition of American sports, a smack on the rear. So get your bottomless chaps on and line up y'all.