Fake blood, costumes, bogus hair, bizarre hats and mustaches. Boom mikes, video editing, tables moved randomly about and dents in the wall. Having 8 teenagers in the house at any given time eating you out of house and home while ‘on the set’ also known as my house, is quite the adventure. I often watch the finished footage and have to stalk my creative-minded director of a son and tell him he should not waltz out on the roof, jump on the roof of the car or play with my good knives. My bad knives? Sure, have at it.

The good Part.

They aren’t doing drugs or dealing drugs. They’re just eating a ton of doritos and downing a boatload of sprite. They aren’t drinking alcohol although they are ingesting an alarming amount of fake blood. But they do spit it out. And not always on my carpet.

They are working together. My son writes a script, coordinates the cast, shoots the film and they come together to make the video. He’s brutal with the editing, often spending days at making it perfect.

Some of it’s more young man teen humor that I don’t get. Some is locker humor and there has been the video or two that has had to come down.

This latest one is pretty darn funny. It’s about an open heart surgery. And from the looks of the raw footage, called dailies, it did not go at all well for the patient. I am not ever going to see Dr. OOPS.

I wonder if colleges will see this as a coordinated event that came together. Or pure, unadulterated silliness that wasn’t part of any formal program. But it is leadership, even if it’s not so in the traditional sense.

And just the other day, someone asked my son, the budding George Lucas, for his autograph. Yet another teen emailed  a friend of my son’s and requested that this friend get my son’s autograph.  Surely there is a way to monetize this.