Addicted to Words has found salvation for the time being. Not religion, but a means to an end. Turns out a little consoling was all your Prime Leader needed. The solution was staring me right in the eye, albeit, it was my glass eye and my field of vision was limited. I was focusing on the peripherals, even though they say the straight and narrow is the place to be.
While the means is now there and I can assure you ATW will be around for the near future with some certainty, it doesn’t mean I’m any less busy or more creative. Graduation looms, and it promises to keep me overly busy, which means my mind might be elsewhere. I’ll try and regale you with as many essays as I can, but expect them to be precious gems for the time being.
So as to add a point to this post, here’s one of the better music videos I’ve ever seen. The artist ain’t bad either.
I tend to bristle at the trend of labeling everything as “extreme”, but this is the rare case of something actually earning it’s, admittedly watered-down at this point, title of extreme. If not simply for the prowess on the slide, then absolutely the wetsuits that almost certainly have been procured from 1989. A war was waged against the visible spectrum, the hues are dangerously close to tip-toeing into infrared range. Behold the brightest colors that our eyes are capable of registering, extreme by the letter of the law. How about trying out some helmets as well?
I suppose I should take some credit for adding to my enjoyment of YouTube, considering I uploaded these videos. Maybe a pat on the back is called for. As promised, here is more bits and pieces of the fake freestyle walking documentary Gabe and I made a few years back. If forced to sum up our performances in one word, it would be “grace”.
“This is a little something I like to call the trash can…plant.” Gabe and I had to make a documentary for our documentary production class we had a few years ago. There were many obstacles, mainly, we are lazy, so we recruited Jeff and made a fake documentary about him teaching us how to “freestyle walk” and passed it off as real. It worked like gangbusters and we got an A. Presumably for awesome. It’s worth noting the only other group in the class got an F. That’s what you get for actually doing real work. Let this be a lesson to all of you.
This is an outtake. For that reason, please disregard my girlish screams. Once I come across the real entire thing I’ll post it.
I’ve been going through some old mini DV’s from senior year of high school and I have unearthed some rare and valuable gems. Sam, Bryce, Paul, and I made a rap video for our Film/Lit class about the book/movie the Beach. (I’ll upload the entire video when I find it.) None of us are good at rapping by any means, but Bryce really took us to new lows. And I mean that in the best way possible. Awesome lows!
If Lew Alcindor Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, the founding father of the sky hook, and Scarlet Jo, the women who made Bill Murray relevant again, think we can, we must be able to.
Barack absolutely has my vote. Admittedly, I’ve only been able to vote in one presidential election before this one, but there’s an undeniable aura of hope behind Barack Obama that I certainly didn’t feel with John Kerry. Super Tuesday, don’t forget to vote tomorrow.
Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I don’t know why but my bright ideas have significantly dimmed of late. School starts again on Monday and I’m sure my brain will come out of this winter hibernation and I’ll get back on the figurative horse named Addicted to Words.
Anyway, in the true spirit of a lazy, uninspired blogger, here’s another video:
The song is by Jose Gonzalez, because I know you are wondering. Also, 250,000 bouncy balls were used because I know you were wondering that as well. I may be a lazy writer these days, but I still can read your mind as if you were called Harry and I went by Tom Riddle.