"...being the guy who is trying to find some way to deconstruct or debase or defame the guy who is having the time of his life..."
Super confused, y'all. Isn't this the whole point of Videogum...? Am I doing it wrong...?
Not to be all Johnny Grammar Police over here, but I DID go to college, so I think I can recognize a double-negative when I hear one... It's all quite subversive, really; the congregation is cheering the fact that all homos will, in fact, be going to heaven.
BOOM. Where's my red square of grammar protest?
Now, I am not normally known for my legendary love of defending the poor choices of parents and their lazy, annoying children, but in fairness, my girlfriend's friend's kid is GIANT. And not "obese" giant, but tall and muscular (well, muscular for a kid. I could still beat him in an arm-wrestle). He's 26 months old, but is constantly mistaken for being 4-5 years old by sneering parents who are all, like, "your son can't walk yet? what kind of mother are you?"
For those of you not into the whole "math" thing, that means Rebecca Black, with 89 million views (!!!) has earned over $66750 in, what, the past 3 weeks?.
*deep sigh*
OK, look. Normally I'm pretty forgiving when it comes to this kind of stuff; hey, Fred's not for me, but if he brings some people a small measure of happiness into their otherwise dull, workaday existences, then who am I to judge? I am not the police of what everyone on earth should find funny or entertaining!
Then I read this:
http://www.dailytech.com/YouTube+Shares+More+Than+Videos+It+Produces+Stars+With+SixFigure+Incomes/article19409.htm
And then I looked at my paycheque.
Can someone please post that .GIF of that lady shooting herself in the face? You know, just 'cause.
It's pretty clear that the reason God is so pissed is that white people are hanging out with people from other ethnicities. NOT IN GOD'S AMERICA, YOU DON'T!!!!!!
While some (most) of the points made in the spot are pretty spurious, I find myself hard pressed to argue with the assertion that America's time as the dominant player on the world stage is coming to an end (if it hasn't already...)
I say we should ship all of the TPers and assholes off to Alaska, let them secede and form their own nation-state under God or whatever. See how well they do without help from ANY OTHER NATION ON THE PLANET EARTH.
Just please, for the love of god, don't give them nuclear weapons...
Agreed! Nothing says "genius" like mid-grade vinyl, cardboard and velour! It's like one of those binders you had in high school, only $40 instead of $2. And minus the Power Rangers on the cover...
"Please Mr. Steve, can we get some water and stale bread...?" http://twitpic.com/45kx1z
p.s. LULZ to Creative Professionals doing design work on a tiny, glossy Macbook Pro screen with poor viewing angles and colour gamut!
C'mon now, so people aren't allowed to make new things that kind of remind of of other pre-existing things? Nickeback would be forced to sue itself into oblivion, if that were the case...
I suppose you never buy generic drugs or store-brand toilet paper, because they're totally being manufactured by someone who didn't originally create it. THOSE TARGET-BRAND IBUPROFEN PILLZ ARE TOTALLY FRIGGIN' SELLOUTS, MAN!!!!
Uh, what's the big deal? The production company who produced the commercial used a sound-alike track from their massive music library. So? Is it cool? Maybe not, but it happens all the time. I work for a company who does a ton of local spots; clients will come to us and say "we want you to use something that kind of feels like 'Start Me Up' by the Rolling Stones", we find a sound-alike track in the music library and boom, done. There's nothing nefarious or shady about it. Some hacky musician out there made a few hundred bucks "writing" a song that sounds suspiciously like a more famous song.
So, uh, how about that local sports team...?
I don't really have anything to add here; I had a great zinger for the "Pavement on Ace of Cakes" story, but the comments were closed, so I decided to drop in here and see what was going on.
I'll, uh, just be over here if you need me.
*Pours himself a Fresca and stands in the corner*
Whew, sorry I'm late to the blog party, gang! That EMP knocked out my Macbook a couple of days ago; SOMEbody forgot to place it on the ground and wrap it in a metal blanket. I'm looking at YOU, reptilian invaders...
I whip my me sitting alone in a dark room trying to block out all the miserable garbage in this terrible world we live in patiently waiting for 2012 which can't come soon enough back and forth.
I posted this a month or two back, when WMOAT was on hiatus; I'm re-posting it now, verbatim, because I am extremely lazy.
So I just watched Valentines Day last night (starring Topher Grace!), and spent the entire 2 hours gnashing my teeth and yelling at the screen. It is the third-worst movie I have ever seen, after Howard the Duck and The Punisher (2004). Wow. Seriously, it has to be seen to be believed. It’s infuriating.
There isn’t a SINGLE true, honest or believable moment IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE. Not one. Even the elevators are liars. When was the last time you saw an elevator where if you blocked the doors to, say, kiss your girlfriend, the doors would just stop dead and not, y’know, OPEN UP AGAIN? NEVER. THAT DOESN’T EXIST.
I worked in shitty local TV news for the better part of 6 years. If you need someone to go out and do streeters, you don’t send your SPORTS REPORTER. That’s insane. You send out a camera guy; he’s perfectly capable of asking people questions. It’s not like man-on-the-street clips need any sort of stand up to introduce them. Arg. And apparently, they’re LIVE HITS!?! The station is just cutting to Jamie Foxx or (spoiler alert!) his cameraman-cum-reporter live on location ALL DAY LONG?!? Where is their live truck? And WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT LIVE STREETERS ON VALENTINES DAY?! And the station doesn’t have any security, either?! Some random woman can just waltz in the front door (claiming to be the sports reporter’s girlfriend?) and hang out anywhere she wants? In fucking LOS ANGELES!??? Even at our shitty local station, you needed to be buzzed in by security and escorted around.
Anyway, imagine 2 hours of bullshit, fake clichés like that; it’s like the writer(s) have lived their entire lives in a fucking steel box and have only learned about “life on the outside” by watching other shitty “romantic” “comedies”…
Tony Shalhoub lost to that guy from 'The Big Bang Theory'?!?!?!? There truly IS no justice in the world.
These guys know what I'm talking about: http://www.twitvid.com/LW8FZ
The movie's, like 75% fake guys. Also, the filmmakers are assholes.
http://www.movieline.com/2010/01/does-sundance-sensation-catfish-have-a-truth-problem.php
Spoiler alerts for the article!
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