Creative. Funny. Stunningly Handsome. I can spell all these words.
Jason Collins is the first gay NBA player, but here are some that I think are going to come out next.
After an unprecedented showing of collaboration and crowd sourcing, the Internet came together after the Boston Marathon bombings to help identify and lead police to the two suspects. “It was truly a beautiful example of how technology and social media are changing our society,” says bill sponsor Rep. Dutch Ruppersberger, “we’re very excited to announce that we’re going limiting people’s privacy on the Internet with CISPA.”
The Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act (CISPA) is well on its way to allowing the federal government warrantless searching abilities to your private files, as a way of saying “thank you” for the indispensible help Internet users provided in the detaining of a suspect of a terrorist act.
“The Internet did a great job pooling their resources together and helping the FBI locate and identify the Boston Bombers in mere hours using personal photos and videos;” explains FBI special agent Russel DeLacourd, “We’re thrilled that we will be making this type of thing easier by having access to these files without their knowledge.”
In the face of an unclaimed bombing, and as the news networks bumbled leads and created misinformation, the Internet collectively rose to the challenge of scanning through personal photos and videos looking for any clues that might help lead law enforcement in the right direction. “We’re just happy we were able to help,” shares Reddit user Rumplebum, “and, hey, if they want to reward us with some kind of accolade or personally invasive law that limits our liberties, that’s cool too.”
“We’re very grateful,” imparts DeLacourd, “I wish we knew the best way to show our gratitude to the Internet. And thanks to CISPA, we’re about to spend plenty of man hours going through their personal files and documents to find it out.”**
**Note: This is satirical. It is not a real news article. I mean, this is what is happening on the Internet right now, and the events did take place. But the names and quotations are fake. Except for the name of the guy who sponsored CISPA. That’s his real name. Some things you can’t make up.
I was housesitting for a friend this past week. On the left is the letter he wrote to me. On the right is my response.
The History channel took a break from being a 24/7 Pawn Stars marathon to bring you something awesome.
John typed feverishly on his latest fanfic “Spock and Awe.” It had been almost three weeks since he’d posted “The Ninja Turtles Meet The Smurfs, an Erotic Romp,” and the citizens of Earth were getting restless.
“Sometimes I wonder how long I can keep this up,” John wondered aloud, “The fame…
Brilliant
Brad Paisley and LLCoolJ are accidentally racist, the lonestar stabber and Taco Bell goes healthy in 2020, it’s the Ross News Hour Minute!
I was watching Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop” music video today when it occurred to me that he bares a striking resemblence to Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones. You know the one I’m talking about (I didn’t know her name either). This one:
Here’s what it’d look like if they switched places and Macklemore was in the service of Lady Stark and Brienne bought a knee board:
And to drive the point home, here’s the halfway point between the two:
Now this exists on the Internet
I would love for this to be an ongoing movie review site.This is the first in a new series of movie reviews I gather from eavesdropping on people near me.
Movie: Evil Dead
Location: Village Bakery. Atwater Village.
Reviewer: Guy on his cell phone with a friend. Girlfriend looks on while eating her oatmeal pancakes.
Yo, what’s up. Nothing. Saw Evil…
What do we do when life as we know it changes? Do we sit, wishing for the world to revert? Hoping that maybe the power of our desire for things to be easier will some how generate enough wish juice to change them back. It won’t. Or, at least, it hasn’t yet.
My views on YouTube as of late have been very low. I could go on and on about my glory days when my videos would reach that 301 mark (or 303 or 305, but let’s not argue semantics) in hours. I was by no means a “big” YouTuber. I never solely made my living making these videos, but I felt like I had an audience. I felt like there were people who cared what I had to say. It gave me confidence in real life. An ability to say “It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me. About 4,000 people care about me enough and like me enough to tune in to what I have to say every week.”
Then I took a break. And the medium changed. And people grew up. And some of them probably died (I can’t prove this). Either way, things changed. My videos no longer reached those it once did. And while some faces (usernames) remained the same, it forced me to look at why I make these videos.
I like to make people laugh. I like to entertain. I like to inform. I like to challenge people’s perspectives on life, and have mine challenged in return (granted the truths you’re trying to feed me are easy enough to swallow). I like to create. I like to refer to what I do as Societal Satire. There are aspects of our society I find ridiculous and hilarious and enjoy laughing at them. There are other aspects I find infuriating and repulsive, and I would like to laugh at those too. Laughing drops the blood pressure raised by grinding your teeth.
In a way, it feels like I’m starting over. YouTube is so oversaturated by people with more money than me, people who can buy your eyes, or are better with influential people than I am. I’m not at square one, but I’m at square two. I think it’s possible to climb back to where I was, and in a way it kind of excites me. They say good businessmen are the ones who can take a million dollars, go broke, and then climb their way back up time after time. I feel the same should be said about creatives.
I’ve never been worried that people will steal my ideas because they can’t execute them the way I can. If someone takes my idea for their own and tries to do it, they’re missing the most crucial part of the idea and that’s the vision behind it; something I hold onto exclusively and can’t transfer through words. Besides, as a creative I should be able to come up with a million other ideas, so the concept of “the one” is false.
My channel and ideas have gone through many transformations. From sketches, to man on the street videos, to Your Commercial Sucks, to this news thing I’m doing now, it’s been hard to settle on one thing; mostly because they get stale to me (or in the case of my man on the street videos, lack of inspiration). I would love to do them all, but YouTube videos are not a lucrative enough business at my level to hire the personnel needed to make that a reality. This is not complaining. This is explaining. Yes, they rhyme.
People ask me how to get big on YouTube and while the specifics have changed with the site, one core component remains the same: you have to love it. I do. I really do. And through loving it, you’re able to put the required man-hours into keeping up with consistent content and tweeting, and Facebooking and yes, even Google Plus-ing.
I was told back in 2008 when I was interning on The Colbert Report (name drop) that if I could see myself doing anything else I should do it. I should ditch this fever dream because it’s hard. It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do. Well I gave up sugar for a week, so I think I can handle this. I can’t see myself doing anything else. I’ve tried. Those words that scared other people into politics, and law, and probably retail, didn’t work on me. They just let me know that I’m doing it right.
So what do we do when the world as we know it changes? We keep going. Comfort is temporary, but we found it in the first place. And just like the businessman who lost his millions, we’ve got to get it back. And if we sit and wish for our money back we’ll be broke forever, it’s only when we go after a new comfort, a new million dollars, that we find ourselves a new comfort.
It will take work (which is our generation’s four-letter word), it will take perseverance, and it will require some humbling. But if one semester of Greek Tragedy taught me anything (which there’s a good chance it didn’t) it’s that hubris has never been anything but the cause of someone’s downfall.
So, are we afraid of a little hard work? Yes. Terrified. But we’ve got to do it anyway.
SAN DIEGO, CA - In a move which stirred a sleepy congregation Sunday morning, Father Ben Emeric of the First Baptist Church of San Diego brought religion and pop culture together with what is being hailed as a “spot on reference” to HBO show Game of Thrones.
The reference was dropped about two-thirds of the way through the sermon when during the pastor’s exploration of the importance of the resurrection, recounts a stunned but elated member of the congregation, he mentioned, “some things are worth waiting for, like tonight’s Game of Thrones”.
The remark was initially met with a confused silence followed by bellows of laughter and head nods amongst the congregants as they gradually processed what they had heard. “One second he was going on about Jesus, and then BAM! Game of Thrones. I totally felt related to,” gushes 26-year-old financial analyst Tim Scott. “Usually when you think of church, you think of Jesus and religion,” explains long time church member Danielle Christianson, “but the reference that Father Ben made was just so on point and relevant to today that it was impossible to be upset by it.”
Feeling good about how well his first reference landed, he even threw in another at the end with “now go enjoy your Easter egg hunts; just make sure you aren’t grabbing any dragon eggs,” which didn’t do as well as his first reference but still pulled a few smiles.
A younger pastor, Father Ben has always been seen as hip, but now he’s being referred to as anything from “cool” to “in the know”. “I’ve been invited to a few viewing parties,” shares Father Ben, “but I don’t really watch the show, I’m more into the books.” For now, he says, he’s got to get to work on his Breaking Bad reference that he’ll be working into his Sunday sermon come mid July.