“He’s simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.”
Saki
“Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.”
Paul Gauguin
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I’ve been spending the bulk of my evenings on YouTube lately. Books hold little appeal right now. I don’t have much interest in emailing people or talking on the phone. I want to sleep all the time but when I try my brain races towards misery. But I’m not ready to hop on the Prozac Express or anything so don’t get all anxious. I’m just sort of… not… lately.
It’ll pass. It always does.
But back to YouTube.
I’ve subscribed to several folks whose videos I really enjoy, and now that I’ve been watching their regular updates for several months, and going back and watching all of their older episodes, I find myself constantly refreshing my home page to see if they have any new videos posted even though I know they’re not due to post anything until the next day.
What can I say? I like these people. Some people follow celebrities. I follow YouTube peo– well I don’t “follow” them. I couldn’t tell you much about them or their personal lives beyond what they explicitly share in their videos and that’s more than fine by me. But I do enjoy watching their interactions with each other because they’re real people in a real medium that everyone has access to. If you’re popular it’s usually because you’re worth the popularity you’ve received.
I enjoy these people. I really do. I enjoy watching sxephil do live chats with Michael Buckley from the whatthebuckshow. I enjoy whatthebuckshow doing shared vids with nigahiga. Applemilk1988 cracks me up and reminds me- in a very positive way- of every girl my brother has ever dated. I could listen to sykesmarcus recite Shakespeare for hours. And there’s almost nothing Kelly at betchslapdotcom could sing about that I wouldn’t desperately want to listen to.
Because it’s true.
You can’t text message breakup.
This week I’ve been watching Joanna Newsom videos, Jonathan Brandis dedication videos, Carl Sagan videos on astrology, the brain, the likelihood of finding intelligent life elsewhere in the galaxy (that’s the one I grabbed my entry title from), and episodes of Jesus People. (Watch out, kiddies. It’s painfully funny.)
Today two people I don’t know subscribed to my videos. What’s up with that? And I’ve logged an average of 116 views per video, and I don’t know 116 people. I know 6 of my laughably piddly 13 subscribers. And 2 of those 6 I’ve only ever met online. (Karen and Rick- I haven’t forgotten I owe you drinks if/when we meet.)
I find myself getting irritated when people post comments about videos on the blog where I embedded the video, but not on the YouTube video page itself. It makes me feel like I’m posting to the ether. I find myself getting irritated when I watch a stupid video and the first three pages of comments are all, basically, “wut a faggggg.” I find myself getting irritated when fun videos that people love get taken down because of 5 second clips of copyrighted music playing in the background.
You know whose videos fail on YouTube, though their view counts may be high(ish)? Videos posted by megas. Orgs. Big groups. Videos posted with ratings turned off, and no way to comment. Like those Scientology videos? They’re a joke amongst YouTubers because the people posting them have totally prevented viewers from being able to interact with the vids in the ways that have made YouTube as successful as it is.
So what is all this? I don’t know for sure if I love YouTube or if I mistrust it enough that I want to keep it close. But I think I love it.
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I was Stumbling earlier today and came across a porn site that must’ve been tagged “nature” or “art” or something ’cause it is oh most definitely porn and it oh most definitely popped up when I hit “Stumble!” *meh* It happens. I still *heart* SU.
I was going to click “Stumble!” again to be taken to another page when I noticed that the girls in the picture didn’t look, well, porn-y. I clicked “back” until I got to the first pic in the series so I could grab a screen shot of them in their clothes. To be honest, the clothed shot is about as clean feeling as the later, unclothed shots. They’re all of a bunch of smiling, normal looking girls playing around by a waterfall. And not “playing around” as in “wink wink nudge nudge playing around.” Just, you know, walking and smiling and splashing. And uh… getting undressed at some point. Y’know: likeyoudo. No sultry looks. No gettin’ all frisky like with each other. Just being cute. And outside. And naked.
Here’s a screen shot of the first pic. Let’s break this down by girl, shall we?
1) Belly flab.
2) Belly flab.
3) Heavy legs.
4) Flat chest.
5) Totally, unquestionably hot. Don’t know how she snuck in.
6) Forgettable. (Would that be considered a flaw?)
Anyway: It left me awestruck.
Almost all of these girls- who are all totally cute- have figure features that would eliminate them entirely from the running in their eligibility to appear in conventional pornographic pictures, websites, etc. And yet here they are! On a porn page!
And do you know why this is cool enough to merit mentioning? Because it’s a reinforcement of the idea our dearest male friends and favorite ex-boyfriends have been trying to tell us for years: Many men really do find “normal looking” women attractive. Enough so that there can be money-making sites dedicated to that look.
Ta-da!
I think I might bookmark that page, actually. I think I’d like to have it on hand to go back to on days I’m feeling particularly less-than-Megan-Fox-y.
And please: No comments from the female side of the peanut gallery on how almost every woman reading this post probably outweighs them and wouldn’t bend over like that in a two-piece and can’t be in water when cameras are around or their makeup will run and reveal their acne/ freckles/ fear, etc. etc. I know. I know. I’m just sayin’…
*sigh* Oh man. I just really need to go to bed. This has gone on long enough.