Archive for November, 2008

I Just Realized…

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

That after June, all my blog has been is a rant-space for various things. Oh dear. Well here is something a bit different from ranting… Maybe..?

I don’t really know what to write here, but I’ll write anyway, I guess. So, um… I’ll just talk about some stuff? Maybe?

Here’s a picture I just drew…

cup
Do you know what it is? I do.
It’s a milkshake cup from a local milkshake place where they put literally anything into milkshake.
Mmm… I’ve had about 6 now… But they cost about £3… so that means I’ve spent almost £18 on milkshake… which is quite bad… but worth it!
So far I’ve had Aero, Crunchie, Double Decker, Mini Eggs, Smarties and Wherthers Originals in a milkshake… (Not at once, of course – that would be pleasantly disgusting)… Mmmm… So yeah… Mmmm…

The World is FULL of Idiots

Sunday, November 9th, 2008
WTF!?
We live in a world full of complete and utter idiots. Why? Well, see the image above? Yes? Yes? See it? It’s a scribble. A half-arsed scribble. Drawn to apparently “entertain” the morons of Youtube who find it FUNNY to see people act like they have a mental handicap. Do you know what’s just as funny? Going into a Special Education Centre and throwing stones at the people who weren’t lucky enough to be as perfect as ourselves… Right? Right? No.
Back onto the main focus of this post, the image you see above was drawn by the one and only “Robert Benfer“. Know who that is? I guessed not. Well he’s that dude that made the play-dough animation about a glass of water, where they all drowned in a puddle. Vaguely remember it? He went by the name of “Knox” back then (before he sold his soul to Youtube)… Ringing any more bells? Yeah, it was that guy who was on Newgrounds.com back in 2005… Yeah, well, this crappy picture sold for $1000. One. Thousand. Dollars.
Jesus. Christ.
Did people in this world suddenly forget that money doesn’t grow on trees? Oh wait, yes they did. Now look at the state of the economy. IMBECILES.
Who the hell has $1000 to spend on a piece of crap? Really, who? Because I would like to meet these people, present them with a piece of feces and ask them if they would like to do an exchange of wares, because obviously they don’t need money, whereas I do.
Ah, but wait! They won’t accept the feces because it’s no different to any other piece of feces in the world. Ah. Ok. That will take five minutes. I can think up an idea as soon as I wake up, get dressed, charge my camera, film the feces in a crappy video about something stupid, edit it a little bit and then put it on Youtube by evening. In fact, I may actually film myself producing the feces. All done. $1000 for me. And that’s not including the additional ad revenue.
Seriously, what the hell has this world come to? I want to kill these people. It’s taken this celebrity culture WAY too far. The Idiot generation strikes again.
This is exactly what is killing the media industry, it really is. Being a media student, I want to make media. I want to contribute to it and help create truly stunning pieces of work. I understand I can’t do that right now; I don’t have the time, money or production crew to make amazing videos. I can accept that.
But stuff like this is killing the media; people’s lame attempts just to get more money for nothing. Reality TV, Spoofs (ie. the “Movie” films), and now Youtube. It really shows how people indulge in whatever they see and idolize false celebrities. It’s what’s killing it all.
Honestly, I will be happy sitting on my righteous podium as I watch civilization crash and burn, pointing at the plebs and shouting “I told you so!”, as I chuckle deeply. And I don’t care. Because at the end of the day I tried my best to contribute to making it better, which is more than can be said for these exploitative jerks who are spoilt by the idiocy of their sheep- I mean, fanbase.
Here’s the video, for the record. Notice how forced and unfunny it is. It’s vaguely entertaining but it’s predictable and eye-gougeingly painful at times. Decent idea but executed badly.

I Hate the X Factor

Saturday, November 1st, 2008
X Factor
Ah the “X Factor“. Devised as a replacement for “Pop Idol” (because Simon Cowell wanted to get his grubby little mitts further into the pockets of the average Joe), X Factor has gloriously graced our television screens for four years, presenting yet a fresh array of entertainment that hasn’t ever been seen before -at all- each and every week… Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah right.
Everything about this television show wants to make me want to kill innocent children. Yes. Innocent children… possibly even innocent, orphaned children. Why? Because it’s just so damn terrible. With each and every series it’s the same damn thing again and again. And to make it worse, while they rip the people who can’t sing that well to shreds, they glorify the people they’ve chosen to manufacture by putting a little sympathy story in right from the beginning, making it impossible for people to have a negative reception of them, automatically meaning that they’ll make it far into the program because people will feels sorry for them. They go on about the “likability factor” from the beginning, but ANYONE will have the likability factor if you slap a sad back-story onto them and show the “nasty judges” being nice to them.
So for months and months they continue in the same routine, time and time again, and eventually when it comes to the public “choosing” who they want to win, they’ve already pumped the viewers so full of crap that they have no choice but to vote for whoever the show’s executives have told them to vote for… why? Because they want money. All they want is money. As if the mansion-size Florida homes that they live in already aren’t enough.
It amazes me how blind people are to this tripe. They watch and indulge it as if it’s actually worthwhile entertainment. It’s shocking and disgraceful. It really is. It makes me sad knowing that this sham is accepted by people as quality television. I could rant all day about it, but I would be wasting too much of my time on something that isn’t worthy of it… so I’ll leave our resident overlord, Charlie Brooker to continue for me…