Here I am, sitting at my computer, listening to music on Spotify, and I am thinking about what will happen in two weeks.  Yes, I will be married to Dan.  We have our marriage license, all the plans have been made…and I still have butterflies in my stomach.  What really cemented it for me is the wedding that he and I went to on Friday.  Two people that he and I have known for a long time tied the knot (Jim and Charlene Baleno,) and we were invited to their wedding.  We had a great time, and it made me realize that couples NEED to be together.  When my ex-supervisor Richie Parsons married his long-time lover Lori, I finally knew it was time for me and Dan to tie the knot.  When you find someone who cares about you…grab them and hold on with every breath of your being.  Yes, I am scared shitless mainly because this is one of the biggest steps I have taken in my life.  But…I know that it will all work out.  Dan and I have been together for 12 years, and this is just another step in our lives.  Three house moves, medical crises, and other assorted bullshit things…we’re still together.  I love him.  He could have bailed out at any time, but he didn’t. 

Here I am, on a Saturday night, a little over a month to go before that Dan and I get married.  I’m on Dan’s laptop, I have Alien Resurrection on the SyFy Channel on the big screen HDTV, sitting in the living room.  And the only thing that I can think about is the people who won’t be at my wedding.

My mom:  My mother knew that I was gay before I even came out of the closet.   I came out in 1999, five years after she had died.  But if she were alive now (and she would be 82,) she would accept Dan as her son-in-law. I know for a fact that she would be proud that I was finally able to live my own life.

Interlude:  Watching Ripley #8 killing all her sister clones…tragic and sad.

My brother-in-law Jim:  He He surprisingly, was very accepting of the choices that I made in my life…he didn’t shun me, he didn’t insult me, he just was there.  He and I used to fish together (when I was still into fishing,) he got me stoned for the first time in my life, he gave me a kick in the ass when I needed it the most.  And he loved Dan, because he KNEW that Dan was the person who would give me a reason to move forward.

Interlude:  Watching the crew of the Betty break into the egg chamber.  Scary as fuck!

My brother Dennis:  He is dead to me.  he has done so much damage to our family that he can never be forgiven.  He has threatened to harm myself, my siblings, and others that he has become a non-person.  He is scum.

My ex-brother-in-law Dennis (Missy’s ex-husband:)  One of the most racist, misogynistic, homophobic assholes in the world.  He treated my sister Missy like shit, he brutalized his children, and after he and he and Missy were divorced, married a fat fucking dumb racist and homophobic c**t, who would be a fucking slave to him.  I hate women like that.

Interlude:  The crew of the Betty finds out that Call is a second-generation android and she patches into the Auriga’s computer to crash it into Earth.

My bosses:  I sent them invitations to my wedding as a matter of form.  I didn’t expect them to accept, they are from a different social strata than I am.

Interlude:  The crew of the Betty are escaping to the Betty:  Ripley senses the queen.  DeanBear goes for coffee.

And now, the people who I have invited to my wedding…

Mickey and Julie Barden:  They are the constants in my life at Empire State Container.  Julie knew I was gay the second that she talked to me.  And she is a big help since I got my dentures (given that she is also a denture wearer.)  Mick and I took a while to warm up together, but I have a helluva lot of respect for him.  He talked to me before he bought a new computer, asked my advice on what he should buy, and I helped him set it up.

Interlude:  CHESTBURSTER SCENE!  And the chief scientist explains it all!

Shit, lit the filter end of my cigarette…

And there are others at work who I invited to my wedding…Dominic…Kaileigh…Marty…Chris (my supervisor.)  These people mean something to me, they deserve the choice to come to my wedding or not.

And some ex-employees, such as Tammy (who can be a bigger bitch than some drag queens that I know,) and Charlene, who busted her ass for me when I was suspended for pot smoking, and again busted her ass to dig out some old 401k records when I needed to take money out so I could manage the down payment on my house.  Inviting them is a no-brainer…they helped me become what I am today.

Interlude:  Ripley escapes to the Betty.

In closing, I have gone through a lot of crap in my life, and there are people who I want to share my wedding with, and people who I don’t want to share it with.  There are some people who will not be there that I wish could be, and some people who I couldn’t care less if they were not there.   That day will be for the ones who I care about, such as my friends, and my family. 

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© 2012, Mattydale Pictures LLC, all rights reserved.

On March 11, 2011, a 9.1-magnitude earthquake and tsunami hit the east coast of Japan.  I pretty much had a front-row seat for it due to the fact that I was flat on my ass in the hospital fighting a bacterial infection on the site of a previous hernia repair.   Because I was restricted to my hospital bed, I had cable TV and my smartphone (which I just got the previous month) to keep up with the world at large.  When the news of the earthquake hit in Japan, I was glued to CNN.  I couldn’t stop thinking of the horror of it all, and it got worse when the Fukushima nuclear power plants suffered catastrophic meltdowns (the second largest after the 1986 Chernobyl incident.)

DeanBear in the Hospital March 2011

A lot has happened in the year since then.  Despite the tragedy in Japan, life has pretty much gone on as normal (and that is a subjective term, considering how fucked up the world at large is.)  Some of the notable events since that day in March have been (and these were what I noticed: )

2011
March: 
The Arab Spring movement ramps up, and the Middle East is thrown into major turmoil. The King of Bahrain declares a three month state of emergency to quell civil unrest.  The United Nations Security Council creates a no-fly zone in Libya to prevent government aggression against civilians.  (This pretty much gives the United States, France, and Great Britain permission to post aircraft carriers off the coast of Libya in the Mediterranean Sea, and a hunting license to shoot down Libyan military aircraft.)

Academy Award winning actress and AIDS activist Elizabeth Taylor dies at age 79. 

Michael Gough (who played Alfred in the “Batman” movies from 1989 to 1997) dies at the age of 94. 



Geraldine Ferraro, former member of the U.S. House of Representatives from New York’s 9th district, and became a candidate for Vice-President in 1984 (the first Italian-American and woman to be nominated for the office) dies at age 75.


April:
Prince William gets married, and the whole fucking world goes royal-crazy (my partner included.)  I personally didn’t give a shit except for the fact that it FUCKING DOMINATED Twitter, Facebook, all the news sites, and television.  This photo that I posted to my Facebook page was an example of what pissed me off:

I mean, come on.  WTF?  SRSLY?  I click on a link in Yahoo News and expect to see a photo of the shuttle Endeavour on the launch pad and I get a photo of Kate and Willie?

May:
OSAMA BIN LADEN IS FINALLY TAKEN THE FUCK OUT!
WTG SEAL TEAM SIX! 
Terrorist Osama Bin Laden is killed by Seal Team Six at a stronghold in Pakistan at the age of 54.


Jeff Conaway, who was in the 1978 movie version of “Grease,” and starred on the TV series “Taxi” and “Babylon 5,” dies at the age of 60. 


Professional wrestler Randy “Macho Man” Savage dies at the age of 58.


June:
The Marriage Equality Act is passed in New York State, allowing for same-sex marriages. 
Jack Kevorkian,  assisted-suicide activist, dies of natural causes at the age of 83.


Peter Falk, Syracuse University graduate who entertained the world as Lt. Colombo, dies at the age of 83.

July:
The Marriage Equality Act takes effect in New York State. 
Personal note: My partner Dan and I make plans to be married on July 7th, 2012.
The Space Shuttle Atlantis lands at Kennedy Space Center, thus ending the space shuttle program.  The U.S. now relies on the Russian Soyuz program for future flights to the International Space Station.

Anders Behring Breivik, a Norwegian right-wing extremist, bombed government buildings in Oslo, Norway, killing eight people and injuring 92.  He then proceeded to carry out a mass shooting at a youth camp on the island of Utoya, killing 69 campers and injuring 59.  It has become known as the worst spree killing by an individual.


Betty Ford, former First Lady and founder of the substance abuse rehabilitation center that bears her name, dies at the age of 93.


British singer Amy Winehouse dies at the age of 27.  (Honestly, who didn’t see this train wreck coming?)

Personal note: I finally get a new computer system!  An AMD Phenom II X3 (triple-core CPU) with 8 Gb of memory, a 1.5 Tb hard disk, BD player/DVD burner, running Windows 7 Professional.  I add a dual-output NVidia GeForce graphics card (I am writing this blog on one screen while I am doing research on another.)

August:
Libyan rebels take control of Tripoli, sending Muammar Gaddafi on the run. 

September:
The Occupy Wall Street protests begin, which spirals out into the Occupy movement.  It is basically a backlash against the 1% who control the nation’s wealth and are considered the real villains in the wrecking of the U.S. economy.

Cliff Robertson, Academy Award winner in 1968 for his role in the movie “Charly” and was known for his appearances as John F. Kennedy in the film “PT 109” and “Uncle Ben” in the first three “Spider-Man” movies, dies at the age of 88.

Welsh actor Andy Whitfield, star of the Starz TV series “Spartacus: Blood and Sand,” dies of non-Hodgkin lymphoma at the age of 39.

October:
MUAMMAR GADDAFI IS FINALLY TAKEN THE FUCK OUT!  WTG, PEOPLE OF LIBYA!
Muammar Gaddafi, despotic ruler of Libya, is captured and killed by anti-Gaddafi forces near his hometown of Sirte, at the age of 69.

Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple Computer, NeXT, and Pixar, and one of the key people in the personal computer revolution, dies at the age of 56.

November:
Anne McCaffrey, Hugo and Nebula Award winning science-fiction author, member of the Science Fiction Hall of Fame, and creator of “The Dragonriders of Pern” series of novels, dies at the age of 85.

Joe Frazer, former World Heavyweight Champion boxer, known for his matches with Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, dies at the age of 67.

Ken Russell, British film director best known for the film adaptation of The Who’s rock opera “Tommy” in 1975, dies at the age of 84.

December:
The United States has formally declared the Iraq War over after eight years.
Kim Jong-il, leader of North Korea, dies at the age of 70.

Harry Morgan, who was known for his roles on “Dragnet” as “Joe Gannon” and “M*A*S*H” as “Colonel Sherman Potter,” dies at the age of 96.

2012
January:
R&B, blues, and jazz singer Etta James dies at the age of 73.

February:
Queen Elizabeth II celebrates her Diamond Jubilee, the 60th anniversary to her accession to the throne of the United Kingdom.

Emmy Award winning actor and director Ben Gazzara dies at the age of 81.

Multilple award winning singer and actress Whitney Houston dies at the age of 48.

Davy Jones, best known as the lead vocalist for The Monkees, dies at age 66.

March:
The “Kony 2012” campaign begins, which is shadowed in controversy. 
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What was the point of this blog entry?  Basically, no matter what happens to you in your life, the world DOES NOT revolve around you.  Things happen that really don’t have a bearing on your life, unless it DIRECTLY AFFECTS YOU!  (The case in point, same-sex marriage being passed in New York state.  That has affected me personally.)
Life goes on without you…deal with it.

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© 2012, Mattydale Pictures LLC, all rights reserved.

New year, new blog entry…where to begin?
Home:
Okay, to start I celebrated my first year as a homeowner.  I have been keeping up with the mortgage payments and all the other bills that are incidental.  Dan and I are happy that we have a place to call our own.  It’s been interesting, learning how to be responsible about people and your place in the world.
Family:
The rebuilding of connections with my family continues.  For a long time, I isolated myself from them, but because of tragedy in my family (the death of my brother-in-law Jim,)  I have been able to reconnect with my sisters.  (My brother is a lost cause, he chose to separate himself from our family.)  My sister Melissa is a big part of my life now, and we are now talking more and more.  She’s reached a transition phase in her life, and she calls me on the phone to sound off about things that she needs to get off her chest.  I am glad to help, but whatever path she needs to take, it has to be her decision.
My Job:
In July, we went to the monthly company meeting, and one of the owners floored us with the news that he and the other owner had sold the company to an employee-owned company.  Pretty much everyone went into panic mode at the news, but I took a more pragmatic approach to it.  Business in general is in a freefall, and sometimes aligning with a larger company can help everyone in the long run.  I did my research into the company that we became a part of,  and I like what is going to happen to us.  But of course, there are cynical assholes that I work with who try to piss on everyone’s mood.  I am cynical, but I temper it with a healthy dose of pragmatism.  I am willing to see how things shake themselves out. 
Politics:
Poly = many.
Tics = blood-sucking parasites.
This is the year of many blood-sucking parasites in American politics.  The total clusterfuck leading up to the GOP primaries has been a study in misspeaking, revelations of skeletons in the closet, and just a general WTF about everything that proves that American politics are CORRUPT!  And it has been on the Republican side.  I can’t wait to see how the Democrats fuck things up even worse.  And yes, I even posted a video about the Republican clusterfuck on YouTube (and I admit that I was half in the bag when I did it.)
The “Occupy” Movement:
I cannot fault these people for bringing attention to the vast inequality that exists in America today.  I am one of the 99%, I struggle with bills, I have to keep managing a decent way of life with the money that I have coming in, (and I count myself lucky because I live in a two-income household.)  If I didn’t have a fucked-up work schedule, I would help them in any way I could.  I lived through “Reaganomics ,” and it was a walk in the park compared to what we have today.  All I have to say is, I hope the hell you can effect change, we need it.

(As for the title of this blog entry, I am paraphrasing Sir Arthur C. Clarke, the author of 2001: A Space Odyssey and 2010: The Year We Make Contact.)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_C._Clarke
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010:_Odyssey_Two

My sister Melissa’s blog:
http://laughatmeeveryoneelsedoes.blogspot.com

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© 2012, Mattydale Pictures, LLC, all right reserved.

The Republicans are SO FULL OF BULLSHIT! Is it any wonder why the American public is so disillusioned with the present political system? I know I am!

Generally, I am a pretty easy-going and forgiving guy. But all this week, we have been putting in two extra hours of work to get caught up on production. Before, when we were working ten hour shifts, I was very short-tempered, not getting enough sleep, and just being a miserable old bastard. The thing is, when we went back to eight hour/five day shifts, I became much more mellow. But make me work more than eight hours, it tests me. I don’t mind the work, it’s just that I tend to get a little narrow-minded when dealing with people. I try to keep the work problems at work, and the outside shit where it belongs. But occasionally, the two worlds collide. This morning I wanted to go postal like Michael Douglas in “Falling Down.” After a busy night at work, I just wanted to go to Dunkin’ Donuts, get my large decaf, get on the cattlecar, (the South Avenue/OCC bus) and get home. Most of the time, I put on the Bluetooth headphones, fire up the Amazon CloudDrive, and listen to the tunes that I have on my smartphone. This morning, I changed it up a little and just decided to read The Huffington Post to catch up on the political bullshit that is going on. Being in a pissed off mood, I decided to take a photo of myself and post it to Facebook. (The photo I took is the one that you see in this post.)

Sitting across from me in the cattlecar, there was this fact fucking bearded mouthbreather, and he and when se saw me take a picture with my phone, decided to quiz me about my phone and the plan that I on. Pretty much most of the time, I just keep to myself, respond if I am spoken to, but generally keep myself in a low-key state, because I am usually wiped out from work. But this asshole decided to chat me up like he was a cockatiel on crystal meth. These are the PTF’s (public transit fucktards) that I avoid like the plague. They are subhuman mouthbreathers who try to impress you with what they think they know (your typical tea-partier) and just generally talk for the sake of hearing themselves talk. This asshole decided that he wanted to show me his smartphone and how great it is. (What the fuck is this? Some sort of fucking smartphone pecker-check? ) The thing is I am NOT impressed with what fucking phone you have (my antipathy for the iPhone and their users is well documented.) I could have impressed this fucking mouthbreather with my knowledge about technology, but I am not the kind of “fish in a barrel” person that most geeks are when talking about technology. What I wanted to do, is get a wire garrote, wrap it around his neck, and yell in his ear “CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW, MOTHERFUCKER??? CAN YOU????” But of course, being a rational and law-abiding citizen, I do not.

Let’s get one thing straight, I am an all-out, balls-to the wall misanthrope. There are very few people that I will associate with, generally my family, my co-workers, and others who share my contempt for the sheep/cattle that our country has become. I detest the mouthbreathers who think that they know it all, I detest the people who play a card (the race card, religion card, sex card/sexuality card) and I detest people who think that their shit doesn’t stink because they are of a higher status than the plebiscite (which is what I am.) I detest the 1-percenters, for shitting on this country (mainly the far-right politicians who watched “Wall Street” too many times and took “greed is good” to heart.) I also detest the far-right douchebags who say that they want “less government” but want to deny me and my partner the right to marry through legislation. I detest the fucking welfare queens who wear fashionable clothes, all the bling, pay for their groceries with food stamps, and then want to get cash back when they use their benefit cards, and then climb into high-end SUV’s.

Do any of you assholes wonder why I am pissed off, and I just want you to LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?

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(c) Copyright 2011, Mattydale Pictures LLC, all rights reserved.

Well in case all of you have noticed, I was in the hospital for eight days, from March 6th, until today.  What happened was, I was having trouble with a umbilical hernia repair that I had done in September of 2007.  I must have strained something at work, and the mesh that was holding the repair got infected.  I didn’t notice any real problems until the 6th when I told Dan (my partner) on my way to work that I had some leakage from my umbilicus (that is the belly button.)  He told me right then and there that I was going to the emergency room.  So we stopped off at work and I told Richie (my shift supervisor) that I wouldn’t be able to work that night because of it. 

The last days in the hospital were a study in frustration…I had a few visitors (Dan and family members, plus a friend I didn’t expect,) constant watching of CNN, USA Network (major overdosing of the Japan earthquake disaster, NCIS, and L&O: SVU and CI.)  After they removed the catheter and discontinued the constant saline drip (I still had an IV port in my arm and they infused  piperacillin four times a day,) I was able to take the wound vacuum, place it in a wheelchair (it had a battery pack) and walk around to exercise my legs.  (For the first few days they had air-driven leggings on my calves to prevent deep-vein thrombosis, which is potentially fatal for people who are inactive for long periods of time.)

The plan was to release me from the hospital on March 11th, but due to bureaucratic snafus on the part of the hospital and Excellus Blue Cross/Blue Shield (my insurance carrier) they didn’t know if they could issue me a portable wound vacuum to use at home.  So I was starting to show signs of anxiety.  Fortunately, they were able to prescribe Xanax as needed to prevent anxiety attacks and help me get some rest.  The whole thing was, I wanted to get the fuck out of the hospital…being restricted to a small space was not condusive to my mental well being.  I missed my house, I missed Dan, Spike, and Gypsy.  I WANTED OUT!  Finally, this morning (after consultation) it was decided to let me go home, and instead of using a wound vacuum, I would be able to use a wet/dry packing to help manage the healing.  So around 2:30 this afternoon, the surgical nurse/practitioner (a really nice guy named Marty) removed the port that was used for the wound vacuum and replaced it with the wet/dry packing.  Once that was done, it was a matter of doing the paperwork, getting my prescriptions and after-care instructions, and getting my ass into the TrailBlazer and going home.  (One side note…as Dan and I were leaving, we ran across Esther Zorn, the real estate agent who helped me and Dan get our house!) 

I’m not saying that being in the hospital was a chamber of horrors, but I have never liked hospitals, and I am NOT a patient patient.  But the nurses on 5A (the surgical floor) were very professional and they helped me a lot to get through all this bullshit that happened to me.  Some of the things that helped me survive with my sanity intact were:

Dan, my partner:  It helped that he works at the hospital that I was in, and he knew a lot of the people that were involved with my care.

My smartphone:  At least I had a portal to the rest of the world, so I could keep up with what was happening elsewhere.

Facebook:  I could interact with everyone (via my smartphone) and get a few laughs in the process.

My sister Missy, my niece Sheryl, my grand-niece Lexi (Sheryl’s daughter) and my nephew Andrew.  Knowing that I have family who gives a shit about me really helped.

I was glad I was able to come out of this okay.  But with all the shit that has happened in the world this past week, I count myself very lucky. 

Well, I haven’t been posting in my blog, so I will catch everyone up on what I have been doing in the video arena this week.

Saturday, April 10th. (rated TV-MA for language)

Gypsy (the roommate) and I had to take the dogs and vacate the house for a little while, because they wanted to show the house to perspective buyers. The agent listing the house has been pissing me off by wanting to show the house during the week, during the daytime while I am sleeping. She knows that I work a night shift and that is the time I have to sleep. Dan and I have told her time and time again that the house cannot be shown at that time. I think that she is being pressured by our landlady into harassing us. Oh well, she can play that game all she wants, I will win in the end.

Tuesday, April 13th: The DeanBear Chronicles – Episode 12: Assimilated by FACEBOOK! (rated TV-PG for mild language)

Yes, I am now on Facebook! I finally succumbed to the collective. Facebook is the future of getting people to see my videos. Twitter didn’t cut it, and I only have about 250 subscribers. I want more goddamnit! I also did a couple of video and audio tricks with it (the vlog videos are done with minor editing, but I do a little more for the Chronicles.)

Tuesday, April 13th (rated TV-MA for *extremely profane* language)

Boy oh boy, I am FUCKING PISSED! The mortgage underwriter is jerking me around, and I had to vent about it and I was QUITE PROFANE about it. (Meaning that I said the work “fuck” and it’s variations, plus I tossed a couple of “cocksuckers” just to mix it up.) This is what happens when Dan works overtime, and isn’t there to keep me in check.

Wednesday, April 14th (rated TV-14 for mild language)

Dan finally put his foot down, I was getting a haircut. He made the appointment, and even left me a voicemail on my cell phone telling me that I was getting it. No getting out of it. So…since I was getting a haircut, I had to trim down the forest that is my beard (and I have to admit it was getting a little unmanageable.) So he drove me to the stylist before work, and I lost all that hair. (It was getting a little ragged anyway…it had to go.)

My Twitter feed:
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My Facebook page:
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The Official DeanBear Chronicles Blog:
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The DeanBear Chronicles Website:
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Centro (the bus line that serves Central New York:)
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The DeanBear Chronicles and DeanBear’s Vlog

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(c)2010, Mattydale Pictures Television and Dean Basler

Yes, I am back with my vlog…like I said in it, life has been a little hectic for me lately, with trying to get a mortgage for the new house, working my ass off at work, and assorted other things. I’m not doing any vlogs anymore from work, because I was asked (not ordered) to. I can see their viewpoint, and I agree with it. Let’s face it, a gay man in a factory full of straight guys (and girls) is a rare thing, and I lucked out with my job at the box factory. I actually talked with the CEO and he said while he did like my videos, he would appreciate it if I didn’t make any more from work.

And now (drumroll…) I am on FACEBOOK! Yeah, I surrendered, I joined the collective. It’s a way for me to get my videos out there and to get people to watch them. I have gotten to the point where I LOVE doing the videos, and I want to share them with people. If it gets me more subscribers, so be it. There will be (maybe) a new Chronicles episode this weekend, where I talk about it.

Don’t forget to RATE, COMMENT, AND SUBSCRIBE!

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http://deanbear.blogspot.com

The DeanBear Chronicles Website:
http://www.deanbear.com

Centro (the bus line that serves Central New York:)
http://www.centro.org

A Mattydale Pictures Television Production

(c)2010, Mattydale Pictures Television and Dean Basler

Rated TV-MA for adult situations and language

This is IT!  I know that I haven’t been uploading any blog videos lately, but there have been too many demands on my time, both work and personal, to take the time to shoot and edit any video.  My last vlog video, on February 16th, I told you all about taking a weekend trip (February 19th to 21st) to Binghamton, New York to participate in a "bears weekend" event hosted by the Bears of Binghamton.  I took my Flip camera along to chronicle the event.  I debated whether to post this as vlog videos, but since I shot so much footage, I decided that it would be best served as a Chronicles mini-series.  ( I did this once before, with my "Stream of Conciousness In The Kitchen" four-part episode.)

I will be posting each episode over the course of a week, so you can watch each one and judge it on its merits.  Some of it is just me, Dan, and our friend Doug Smith talking in the car, some of it is at the two bars that co-hosted the event.  It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I hope that you will all enjoy it.

Part 1 – The trip down, February 19th

After a hard week at work, Dan, Doug, and I are headed to Binghamton to participate in the "Bears of Binghamton" weekend.  The three of us, in the TrailBlazer, spending an hour and a half just talking, and listening to music.  I managed to get some reading in, but mostly we all talked, and WE WOUND UP GETTING LOST, despite using the GPS to find our way to the hotel.  Doug acted like the horndog that he usually is when we see a police officer who had pulled someone over.

Starring
Dean Basler
Daniel Bishop
Douglas Smith

Recorded on location in Binghamton, New York
February 19th – 21st, 2010

Written, produced, edited and directed by Dean Basler

The DeanBear Chronicles channel on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/user/DeanBearSyr

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http://www.deanbear.com

Bears of Binghamton
Website: http://www.bearsofbinghamton.com/
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Binghamton-NY/Bears-Of-Binghamton/152512282111

A Mattydale Pictures Television Production

(c)2010, Mattydale Pictures Television and Dean Basler