Destinee commented (thank you, everyone, for all the comments, by the way – they’re like pennies in a jar that can only be spent on my happiness) that she remembers my obsession with finding the funny on teh interwebs in college. It occurs to me now that that’s a little sad – Alden, the filthy, repulsive Truffle Hog of the internet, looking for the jewels of internet comedy for the fleeting gratification of amusing others.
Glad to see things have changed so much for me.
Side note: Chris (playing the kid, and I think writer of this) was one of the writers/producers/? for that pilot I shot a couple months back. The pilot didn’t get picked up, by the way. But if I ever get a copy of it, GUESS WHERE I’LL POST IT!!
My favorite line in this sketch is “Holy Geez!” It’s funnier in context.
So the number of people to tell me I needed to start watching Lost finally reached critical mass and I broke down. Fortunately (for Hurley and friends, not for the pocketbook), headshots have been few and far between, so I think we’ve watched two and a half seasons in about three weeks.
And to all of you who commanded me to watch it: yes, you’re right, it’s good. But much more importantly (and possibly unrelated-ly), it’s incredibly addictive. And terribly confusing.
But watching 3 seasons in a row without weeks and months of speculation (and doing other stuff) in between really puts into perspective how much stuff they mention and then never mention again (or at least not yet). When you wait a week, it’s okay that Jack goes from freaking out and crying to totally fine in the span of what translates to 5 minutes on the island. I keep wanting to say, “Uh, hey Jack – remember when you saw YOUR FREAKING FATHER IN THE JUNGLE in the first episode? Yeah, that wasn’t that long ago. I’m still worried about it, and it’s not even my dad. Maybe you should stop playing ping-pong with Sawyer for a minute and remember that YOUR DAD IS ALIVE somewhere on the island.”
They’re gross when they’re green and even grosser when they’re over-ripe. They don’t wait for you to eat them. They wait until you don’t want one and then sprint through their ripe phase and go straight to developing those hideous translucent brown patches. They’re the dry ice of the fruit world, passing from green to rotten, bypassing the delicious window of ripeness altogether. I don’t even like bananas that much, and their continuing obstinance in the face of my many attempts at a peaceful resolution is the last straw.
So I had a Tumblr account for a few days. It was nice, you know – easy to post videos and stuff effortlessly. It’s got a little widget where you can post stuff to it from any webpage, you can text in your posts, etc. Simple, simple, simple. I thought, hey, this isn’t too bad. It’s easy enough that when nobody reads it, it won’t be a big deal.
Then I realized that Tumblr doesn’t do comments. So I moved here, to WordPress.
Is that really how low I’ve sunk, how desperate I have become? That no comment feature is a deal-breaker? Apparently so. And as much as it pains me to admit it, I want to know if and when people are actually reading this blasted thing. Not that they’ll comment. But I want them to be able to. You know, as a yardstick for my loneliness.
AICN has a bit about Mitch Hurwitz’ (of Arrested Development fame) new show going to series on Fox. It’s animated, which is cool.
“Sit Down, Shut Up is based on a live-action sitcom from Australia. The animated U.S. version revolves around the lives of seven staff members at a dysfunctional high school in a small northeastern fishing town. Action centers on faculty members, as their egos and personal agendas trump the students’ needs.”
Sounds like it’s got some potential. I know that during my brief stints teaching I think my ego and personal agendas pretty much always trumped the students’ needs, so it’s on track so far.
Plus, let’s be honest, I’d follow Mitch Hurwitz into a dark cave filled with spiders.
If you’re interested, here’s a link to Sidecar’s blog. I’ll be posting stuff to it regularly as well, but it will be more of the bizarre-prose variety than this blog, which will be a healthy mix of neurotic, depressed rambling and a saccharine dose of inane stuff I find on the internet. You know, the same stuff I talk about in person.
What sort of man goes until April 2008 with nary a blog to his name, then starts two in as many days? Me, that’s who. Why? Maybe it’s because there’s a loneliness inside me, a yearning to communicate with others, that, with the passage of time, has gone from a melancholy, bittersweet weight upon my shoulders to an unbearable burden.
Also, it’s because I started my sketch group’s blog yesterday, and decided I should find my own place to put stuff that has nothing to do with Sidecar.
Sadly, I spend more time on the internet than a lot people I know, so I figured I might as well put it to good use – that is to say, I figured I should find a way to justify it so that I can continue.
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