Just about the last thing I ever thought would happen to me was being mentioned in some Michael-Musto-like celebrity party wrap-up article, but somehow the unthinkable has happened… San Francisco is a strange place where the fabric of social networks warps and the fact that I can operate a computer puts me a degree or two closer to the limelight.
I neglected to note that I posted all my (camera, not cel phone) pictures from Thanksgiving through Christmas over on Flickr, including the rather bizarre details of picking out our Christmas tree among bears and angry turkeys. Please to visit!
Google Ads has now officially earned its keep, in my opinion. It’s now delivering me 100% more certified, pure-grade crazy than Memepool does, straight to the links by my mail. Witness: The Internet Band, an all-initial-caps proposition made by a 42-year-old who has been writing and not producing songs for two decades, and now wants 24-to-26-year-olds to sing them for him, because “Songwriters Are Like Athletes, When They Hit Like 35-38 Years Old. They Lose Their Songwriting Ability. They Really Can’t Write Great Anymore. If, It Is Something Good, Its Just A Ballad.[...] When You Email Me, You Gotta Tell Me Everything You Can And Can’t Do Concerning Music. If You Are Married Or Have Children. Sorry, There’s No Chance With This Project.”
So by now probably everyone who’s paying some attention knows or has seen the videos of young girls grinding on YouTube for attention… but have you found the girl performing for a f00t fet!sh!st? I find myself feeling some concern for the gal in the video — she sounds awful young — but then, that’s doubtless part of the appeal, and it sounds like she’s old hat at this business. All I wonder is where she found him… particularly if it was before the advent of YouTube. This suggests the outline of a story.
As y’all know, I do love me some of the serendipitous things which show up in Google Ads next to my Gmail account. Attached to a note from an educator friend in Australia was an ad for motivational speakers for school assemblies. Thought about those lately? Me neither, but the Internet has them, and I thought they were worth a quick review.
yellerboy stoan, cud feal, wernt nothing, divvy roof, sharna pax, fools circel, littl eyes, unner neath, wer stil, ben jus, girt big thing, littl man, broakin stoans, chard coal, littl salting, putcha putcha, sarvering gallack seas, wer thinking, arga warga, girt dants, hard clof, stoan trees, woal lot, ist connexion, woal thing
I’ve been making political comics over at Quick Comic. I made one about fiddling while Rome burns and one about what I hear on the news and one about Leeroy Jenkins. You should make some comics too!
NO I AIN’T READY FOR THIS NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO!
hee hee hee!
I love Anthony Lane. I tend to turn right to him in the New Yorker and read his reviews even if I’d never see the movie. Especially if I’d never see the movie, because then usually he is going to disembowel it, and I get to have fun without paying the ten bucks.
I am so pleased to see that YouTube and Google Video are in part fulfilling the promises of DIY media offered by the Internet… browsing the latter today I found “Why Don’t We Do It In Our Sleeves?” a public service video about coughing and sneezing without spreading germs from my natal state of Maine. The video is really hilarious, on purpose. More people with important things to say should think about taking themselves less seriously; the humor of this piece appears to have made it — dare I say — go viral. The video’s highly-rated enough to show up on the first page Google showed me when I first made my way to the site.
Really, there’s a good reason why Brooke McEldowney’s 9 Chickweed Lane won the National Cartoonist Society’s Award for Best Newspaper Comic Strip this year. The man is wicked smart.
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