This week’s “theme” for lack of a better word wasn’t originally supposed to be this, but last Friday the twitters were spreading the name Rebecca Black around like useless gossip around a workplace (another topic for another day). I’ve been showing the video around to people because apparently those who aren’t narcissistic enough to tweet, haven’t heard of it. Pretty much I start LMFAOing (yes, how lame am I. It’s 2003, right?) when the chorus starts. Usually people give this weird look like, “What the… Why the… Huh? What the fu…?”, which is pretty much the only reason why I laugh. An idea came up about recording responses with a webcam or something, but two problems exist; it’s been done before and most everyone I have shown was on a smartphone. The song itself is mildly subpar, which was written by Ark Music Factory; and the video was a performance that her mom paid for (as many aspiring actors/actresses’ parents do, or is it many parents’ with aspirations of childrearing a star?). Said video was then up for a few weeks so that family and friends could view, then the memesters picked it up and rocked the Twitterverse with such a magnitude that the world has not seen since 3/11 (Too soon? Well, just like BP; I’m sorry). Yet Rebecca, despite having a backlash of haters posting “comment” things on Youtube and facespace, appears to be less fazed by it. And iTunes has sold over 2 million downloads of that one song, with Forbes calculating that she already has earned about $1mil just from having a song online for such a short time. While I agree with many that the song is annoying in general, I still commend her for having enough cohonas for keeping that video up there; after all the negative comments, the backlash and (I presume) mostly empty hopes that she dies. Some people wouldn’t.
And as to what she plans on doing with that extra cashflow: school arts programs and the Tohoku Earthquake/Tsunami relief efforts. At least she’s giving some money. Wells Fargo threw up a “donation box” and notice on their ATM’s; I mistook this notice as a “this ATM may have been broken into/tampered/inproperly modified” warnings.
I can’t believe it took me 5 days to realize why stuff wouldn’t upload (created way more work than I had to, like always). A random place like a rooftop would be awesome. Now to find access to one. Not to jump, just to sit and process thoughts. Preferably when dark outside, and temps. above the 50 degree mark. Sitting on a porch playing Drink Car isn’t bad, either.
Currently working my way through Mad Men; getting unrealistic expectations about smoking indoors but it is very decent as of end of season 1.
This and a scene in Morning Glory (walking across the Brooklyn Bridge) reminded me of walking around at (technically) 3A.M. last Sunday. There’s a lot of strange personas out and about for Sunday at 2/3. A creeper came over to me in the most weird way and started conversing about how redbox has no good movies ever; before that, a drunkard “holding up” a cement wall asked how my night was and whether I saw 5 cops across the bridge. Police scanner app later announced a potential beating or victim or something at a downtown motel; drunk wall support was long gone on the return trip, two downtown cruisers’ booked it across the bridge, and “no sign of victim” was the last I heard before I turned it off.
I should turn this into one of those motivation posters in some way.
Waste of time illustrating the concept of the Interstate Highway System displacing small roadside towns like Radiator Springs, in my opinion. I’ve also watched this movie at least 3 times with younger cousins, and a couple times on Starz back home, so I may have a biased view. Doesn’t excuse the fact that I bothered going to class just to listen to your literal lecture, then played a child’s film and claimed “So, I have to go, but my lovely (ass-suction-cup face) assistant right here will help you with any questions.”
Also, acquired a new mattress today. Hopefully, it will diminish the random waking up at night and having weird stomach issues.
Last, I’m not sure how to have color and be able to work it in a timely (somewhat) manner, so black and white is here to stay. For now. I may go back to the ubersexy palette offering that is Microsoft Paint sometime, eventually. Maybe.
I’m not sure what made me stop and think and remember the fact that this site still exists. The past two months, I swear, have been one huge blur. Not completely a good one, either. (That sentence looks so f-ed up, grammatically speaking, too.) Some days are almost like walking into a(n imaginary) wall periodically. Something like that.
Up above was the start of a conversation of what a floppy disk was, about a month ago when the university was installing new electronics/recycling the old stuff.