Heeeeeey Guuuuuuys! Just thought I'd show you how I'm adding this entry from some account OTHER than the blog account. Now I don't have to log out of my email and then log back in as an elephant just to make a post! Its great, I won't lie.
While I'm on the subject of blogging, I was on YouTube the other day and I ran into this video blogger's posts. Its some college chick in New York that makes like 5 videos a week but she never plans what she's going to say. And you know what? It turned out just like you'd expect - a bunch of boring, incoherent ramblings about crap. But that's not the point. The point is, she apparently has TONS and TONS of subscribers to her crappy video channel, each one of them lapping up the garbage that she spews and transforms into 100100010110101101010101s. (That reminds me of a funny qutoe: "There are only 10 kinds of people in this world: Those who understand binary and those who don't.") This chick posts crap about how "kids these days" are texting and IM'ing all day instead of playing in the backyard like she did. I swear she can't be older than 20. Gimme a break, like she was raised outside of this technical age or whatever, and she's really appalled at how digital everything is? I couldn't help but think that she was just feigning outrage and incredulity because she couldn't think of anything else to say (b/c it was impromptu and crap). But I will give her this: outside of her nightcrawler eyebrows, she was pretty hot.
As I was pondering this in the past week, I discovered another similar situation. Some random chick that spends a lot of time making videos which aren't very good or entertaining but that have like 1 million views or something. And she talks about how she gets all these requests, and she's just got to appease her many fans, so of course she'll oblige. So she makes some other random video that's totally pointless (and that I watched). Then it dawned on me after watching a stupid video she made where she pretended she was rambo (This production values on this video, I might add, rivaled those we employed in the Joe Joe movies, especially the part where the little guy spun around on my bedroom fan before smashing into the window). Anyway, as we all know, Rambo wears either a tank top or no shirt at all. This chick chose the tank top, and surprise surprise, she's not lacking in the shirt-filling department. That's the connection. No ones watching these lame vidoes b/c these chicks are great filmakers or because they've got interesting insights into the world - they're watching them b/c they want to get an eyeful. 1 million hits worth of horny teenagers (and I'm sure another 500,000 horny 40 somethings).
So I've decided to follow their leads and make my own video blog (vlog). It will be me and a camera pointed directly at my crotch. No clothes, and no pretension. Just a puppet string attached to my dong to make it look like he's talking at you. First installment will be made right here on this blog, so stay tuned!
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