Did I say a glimmer? I meant, a lighting storm. When a YouTube video gets 2,670 dislikes … that’s gold.
What happens when a bible tutor leaves no story untold?
Directed/Produced by Matt Lewis & Josh Poole. Written by Josh Poole. Music/Animation by Matt Lewis. Sound Mixer: Kenice Mobley.
Starring Anastasia Baranova, Jeff Grimm, Yanellie and Ethan
I’m off to a basketball slam daddy slam, and apparently I shy a few million posts at this point. Here’s an awesome thing that happened and you should know about it!
From the Daily Wh.at:
This Is All Kinds Of Right of the Day: The anti-gay National Organization for Marriage posted a Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal comic on their homepage by way of a hotlink. So SMBC creator Zach Weiner asked his brother Marty to change the image.
On his blog, Zach adds:
There seems to be this idea out there that action through the Internet has no important effect. Even people I really respect, like Jon Stewart, promote this idea. Well, today, I probably got a message of equality to over 100,000 people, among them members of the other side. This generation fights in a new way, but we fight just as hard.
This is by far the best thing in a while.
I kiss in the Freedom Way, not the “French” way.
This video contains a kiss between two men and a street preacher. Wait, that doesn’t sound right.
It’s two men kissing and a street preacher gets involved.
Wait, still not right.
He is a street preacher that qualifies as a prophet though. He predicts that this video will land on the Internets … and it did!
I saw this on a friend’s facebook update:
Jim Cantore of The Weather Channel witnessing epic thunder snow! Amazing!
A few weeks ago, I wrote a criticism to the producers of the TNT TV show Southland saying, “Put … the … show … back!” (a la “Young Frankenstein”).
Whoever decided to bail on the production devices that made the show awesome decided to do a couple shows against their code. It was like if you were a police officer and you and your partner were chasing down a dangerous “perp” and you said, “Hey, partner, I’ve got your back. Only this time I’m going to use a feather instead of a taser. Let’s see how this goes …”
And off you go skipping to the beat only to get yourself and your partner killed.
Because that’s what was going to happen if Southland stayed on its path of stupidity.
Fortunately, the power of this blog and its influence on society and the Southland producers is excellent. They read my words and they re-edited the last two episodes of Southland to be the best TV ever.
Between the tears and the laughter, Tina and I have been screaming at the TV. The scripts are incredible. The acting is great. The production is back on top. There are no extra soundtracks of music. They are back to the minimal production look and feel. And it’s amazing.
So I renege, Southland writers, producers, directors, and craft services people. Southland is the best show on TV right now.
You listened to me roar, and you made good.
My wife and I thank you. If it’s not too much to ask, my wife wants you to magically bring Nate Moretta back to life. She would be forever grateful.
I’m going to make a very important statement. It deserves your full attention: after a snowstorm (depending on where you live), the distance of three feet can equal three miles to infinity.
I’m going to make another important statement. Depending on where you live and where your bedroom is has a direct correlation with the amount of decent sleep you get during the nights following the storm.
This phenomenon happens most often in cities in which the distance of your bedroom is within a 100 ft radius of a street with parallel-parked cars. Because if a car is trying to get out of a space in the forest, would it make any noise? I mean, seriously.
Digging out after a snowstorm is difficult. As you can see from the photo above, the street was plowed. We have speed “humps” on our street, so the plow set five or six inches off the ground to pass over the bumps.
It’s important to notice the plow walled in the cars on the left and right. Not only are the cars covered, now drivers must shovel a path (like the one on the left) to get out.
Those people who dig out their cars must move through a lot of snow to get to another wall of snow in the middle of the road covered in another five inches of hard-packed snow. Throughout the day and night, you have people who are sitting in their cars spinning their tires for hours attempting to exit the parking spots into the middle of the road to move a distance of three to eight feet.
It’s painful to listen to.
Oh, did I forget to tell you that the people who park on streets are mostly idiots? That’s also a factor. It takes a genius to park in a garage. It takes a person one million cells short of a zombie brain to park on the street and attempt to get their car out after a storm. These people are complete morons.
“Hey, honey,” one of these morons will yell out to his beloved zombie-like wife. “I’m going to go sit in my car and spin the tires in the snow for a few hours.”
“Okay, honey,” the moron’s wife says. “Be home before dinner!” (If you added a slurry, Family Guy style, mentally-handicapped type voice to the reading of that dialogue, give yourself a hundred Internet points).
And off the idiot goes to spin the tires of his car from 6 a.m to dinner time.
If you marked the milage on your car before and after one of these sessions, I bet the odometer would click off somewhere between three miles and infinity. I am not kidding.
When you try to sell your car, the buyer would say, “I like the car, but why are there an infinity of miles on the odometer?”
And you’d turn your palms up and shrug your shoulders before saying, “The Blizzard of 2011?”
And the buyer would nod in agreement and you’d both share a laugh.
This phenomenon of space/time discontinuum and sleep deprivation is especially brutal depending on the location of your bedroom. Sound proofing is also a factor. The sound of tires spinning in snow is sometimes constant. And when you’re lying in bed getting those last few winks before getting up, it berates your mind. The suffering qualifies as the most harmful noise in the world.
I would not be surprised if the breaking news on your TV tonight would be, “New evidence has been uncovered today that President Bush encouraged troops to torture accused terrorists with the sounds of tires stuck in snow. It proved much more effective than waterboarding. The torture must be used sparingly, because terrorists’ minds would explode after an undetermined amount of time. Even those conducting the torture were sometimes effected with psychoses yet to be determined by modern psychology.”
Before you move to the city, or before you sign your name on that next lease or mortgage, consider where your bedroom is, how much sound proofing you have, and how much snow your city gets. It will directly affect your sleep.
Thank me later.
I was fooling around with some more footage I got the other night. I figured you’d like to see it.
My first idea was to do a play on the Taco Bell commercials with the Chihuahua. “Here, Blizzard Blizzard Blizzard.”
But in the heat of the moment, I forgot.