Back in May I had to edit a story about sex, in which one of our anchors interviewed a foul-mouthed middle-aged woman who made me blush. Obviously, in a story that airs on a station with an FCC license, you cannot edit in b-roll of people actually having sex, so I had to use all of the imagination bestowed upon a 14-year-old boy.
I used shots of bees pollinating flowers. I spliced in video of the space shuttle lifting off. Fireworks? Yes. Among the things deemed two racy for the final cut:
- Train entering a tunnel
- Missile launch
- Bill Clinton
Along the way, I tweeted my progress. During a particularly snarky stretch, I remarked upon my choice to cover a somewhat racy section with a march from John Philip Sousa. That led to a snarky response from somebody else, which led me to say this:
Why yes, @CoreyInscoe, the secret to good sex is helming a marching band that plays "Stars and Stripes Forever." A baton also helps.
I finished the story. Prudes across the viewing area got a good chuckle out of it.
Somebody saw the tweet. Then somebody entered it into a poster contest sponsored by AIGA Charlotte. They threw it into a hat. An artist named Nikki Mueller picked it out and created what you see above.
It made my day. I haven't been this flattered since a teenage girl (coincidentally) wrote an online novel featuring me as a kind-hearted yet filthy-rich CEO who owned a private jet.
I printed out the poster and put it on my desk, where it shall remain until someone from human resources sees it. I think it's spot on. I think it should have won. Anything involving 2/4 time and sexual metaphor should be up in at least the top three.
Twitter astonishes me. Not because it's a powerful communication medium that spreads information instantaneously across continents and brings people from all around the world into the same tent for conversation. No, it's because my random afternoon jackassery can somehow be materialized into something cool without my knowing. Now that makes me blush.