The Rebirth of Bob Dobbs:
Man, Myth, Hologram

“Experimentation has passed from the control of the private artist to the groups in charge of the new technologies. That is to say, that whereas in the past the individual artist, manipulating private and inexpensive materials, was able to shape models of new experience years ahead of the public, today the artist works with expensive public technology, and artist and public merge in a single experience. The new media need the best artist talent and can pay for it. But the artist can no longer provide years of advance awareness of developments in the patterns of human experience which will inevitably emerge from new technological development." - Marshall McLuhan, Report on Project in Understanding New Media, Part VII(Exhibits), p.i, 1960.

Stragglers from the Porno Film Festival sipped Stellas and flaunted the latest retro-vaudeville thriftstore cocktail dresses. I met Bob Dobbs right before one of the flapper look-alikes began screaming at me for having the nerve to screen my short film for the second time in the evening.  The venue had double booked She’s Got an Atomic Bomb, my movie, and the Porno Film Fest, an apparant hobby of the organizer, a girl who conceived of it after years of being ignored in public.    Bob didn’t tell me he was Bob when he requested a second screening because he missed it, having been erroneously misdirected to the Porno Film Festival.  “Can I see that movie about the girl with bomb?”, he asked probably not knowing I was even the director.  Just like Dale Carnegie rule #2 of winning friends and influencing people, Bob Dobbs’ salesman face prompted me to want him to see it.  I’m not prone to do repeat screenings especially after a night of hard drinking and countless battles with out-of-state cinema egos.  A conflict ensued between myself, innocent renegade vigilante director and her, the overweight stressed out type-A estrogen-based robotoid.  All this leads to my eventual pissing onto the Porn Film Festival girl’s leg, not one of Carnegie's bits of friendly advice by the way.  Alas, Bob came to my defense when security arrived to extricate me.  “That girls a liar.  Let him put the movie back on!”, he demanded.  I later learned of my new defender's true identity on the subsequent walk through New York discussing how he influenced the Church of the SubGenius while being the archivist for media guru Marshall McLuhan and Prince Charles’ connection to Lofti, one of five pre-Lemurian deities he keeps in contact with through an alien species called the Booteans (with whom he manages to speak to through one of his many mediums).

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