From 1998 to 2007, I ran and edited the humor and entertainment publication (and website) “Tastes Like Chicken.”
Starting in 2002, we began to give our loyal readers a Christmas video card each December. The videos started out very simple and silly (with me in drag lip-syncing as Gladys Knight while Vinnie, Fphatty and Debbie served as my backup Pips), but over time the videos became huge productions with great editing and even a few celebrity cameos thrown in.
The videos from 2003 thru 2006 are archived for you to check out here.
In December 2007, we began working on that year’s Christmas video. The idea wasn’t wildly imaginative, but still fun: A future version of myself would come back in time and visit a present-day me to warn me of a wrong I had to right to save Christmas.
The future version of Wayne Chinsang (or me, for those of you who don’t know that I happily live a double life) was played by my grandfather, Robert “Hi-Guy” Steib.
So one night in early December, Jeremy Scott and I headed over to film all of my grandfather’s scenes.
And that’s about as far as we got.
People always ask me, “What happened to the magazine?” and my answer is always the same: Life. We got older, got married, became parents, moved away… and because of that, had to concentrate on work that would actually pay our bills.
In addition to the regular insanity of everyday life, my grandfather became very ill shortly after filming and had to be hospitalized. A month or so after this was shot, he passed away at the age of 78.
For a year and a half, the footage sat on Jeremy’s hard drive. Finally, fearing that nothing would be done with the footage, Jeremy took what we had and put together a little trailer for the Christmas video that never was.
I’m putting the video up here now because today would be my grandfather’s 80th birthday.
So this one’s for you, Hi-Guy!
Here it is, approximately 18 months late: The 2007 “Tastes Like Chicken” Christmas Video (Trailer)! Better late than never, right?
Keep an eye out at the end for a finale that all my fellow moon-haters should appreciate.
I still hate the moon,