The fact that this guy’s managed to consume 30 hits of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide and is not a raving, gibbering mad fiend whose mind is caught in the rabbit hole of La La Land where the white ghosts of temporality greet the sad tongued children of Jupiter, is miraculous. Instead he’s able to recount the tale with a sense of astonishment that he’s not a complete loon. He survived the encounter with only a face tick, which is like surviving an atomic bomb with only a grazed knee.
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How time flies, huh? It’s hard to believe that YouTube has been around for a hundred years, it seems like only 6 years ago we were heralding the advent of a new internet dawn. But no, it’s been going since 1911 way back when Jack the Dancing Walnut was the variety performer of his day. And to celebrate its hundred year anniversary, here’s some viral hits from when it first came around when people used to put on their best Sunday breeches and watch them at the sequential image establishment. Skidoo your wife, skidoo your kids, indeed.
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Death, in video games, not so much feared as tolerated. It’s an annoyance, its finality only temporary, a place where taking a flying dagger to the face, totalling a speeding motor vehicle, or exploding in the infinite coldness of space is no biggie. Immortality, via a continue or restart, is just a button click away. Elevating these terminations from their position of frivolous abundance into something altogether more poignant is Boing Boing’s Rob Beschizza, who’s created a compilation of someone who’s really, really bad at video games killing character after character, set to the chiptune of Tears for Fears’ “Mad Worldâ€. The virtual stench of pixelated death abounds…
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Your first thoughts will be why are these mime artists moving so slowly, have they slipped through a temporal wormhole into another reality where time …ticks …really …slowly? But there’s reason behind their snail-like incremental movements—and it’s not just to freak stoners out. It’s so you get to watch the world whizzing past them, a bit like Neo in the Matrix, if Neo was in an art collective that looked like a bunch of circus rejects.
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Guys in business suits dancing about like body-popping robots in slow-mo. That’s how you make a music video, and the guys who’ve made it have dedicated it to the grim devastation that was unleashed upon Japan a few weeks back. They talk philosophically about a dark night before the dawn or something. Let’s just hope they make some more videos with funny men in suits dancing in unison.
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Skateboarding is so Michael J. Fox circa 1985/55. It’s all about using live animals now, so go grab your pet, rip its paws off and replace them with some gnarly Bones STFs and then take to the streets and start busting some double flip ollie wing grinders on someone’s face. You will be so street and full of rad that people will mistake you for a concrete bollard. Plus your dog gets its walkies while you get to surf sidewalk. Woof.
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You know that scene in “The Deer Hunter”, the one everyone always goes on about that they copied to advertise those assorted-centre chocolates? Yeah that one. Well this is even more agonizing. Replacing bullets with the much more painful thumbtacks, it’s so intense you could cut the atmos with a sharp pin, which they kind of do.
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Sorry free world, but i’m right behind Hitler on this one! All this sickly vapid pop crap is not the Fuhrer’s favourite sort of music, so as you can imagine he’s pretty pissed at Rebecca Black. He could just about stand the abysmal horror of Justin Bieber’s giant shit on popular music but “Friday” is just a step too far.
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Yo. Word. Stack. Sh*t. F*ck. Verb. Reggie Watts keeps it satirical with his word down to rap music by deconstructing the hip-hop vernacular and lifestyle–it’s also a mofo badass song in itself. His power, like Samson, lies in his hair. Inside that afro lurks the wit of a thousand Saturday Night Live shows and the epic warlock capabilities of an entire army of Charlie Sheens. Noun.
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Forget the historical precedence of the Arab’s corrupt regimes falling under the weight of popular uprisings demanding democracy. Forget about the ecological damage that is being wrought upon the earth; forget about financial institutions bringing the world’s economy to the brink of collapse and remaining unrepentant; forget about Japan suffering at the hands of a catastrophic natural disaster—because a reality show about spoilt, inebriated New York Koreans is on TV.
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No Charlie Sheen again, i’m beginning to get worried about him, he did make a very brief appearance on “Jimmy Kimmel Live” and gave him a full-on-chubby kiss on the lips. – bi-polar, bi-winning & bi-sexual. WINNING! As for Rebecca Black, she is the NEW Charlie Sheen, with a new video appearing every day (especially on ‘Friday’) from her fans/admirers/haterz on YouTube. Fear her!
- ‘Friday’ – The quintessential Rebecca Black collection.
- Axis Of OMG! – Unseen footage of the Sendai tsunami
- “Let Go Luke!” – Jedi’s chilling out and playing badminton.
- Eye Of Sauron It’s real, it’s alive & it’s in your office!
- ‘Mean Kids’ – The b#stard child of Rebecca black & Casey Haynes :(
- Dog’s Dinner – Two Dogs Dining in Busy Restaurant – Barking mad!
- Mortal Kombat Pervert – So this is why Smoke hides behind those trees.
