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Showing posts with label random photo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random photo. Show all posts
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Another GIF Post
Don't worry, it's a good one.
The video for Master And Servant is one I've frequently considered breaking down. Depeche Mode seems to have a thing for misguided music videos. Anyway, one thing I've always said about it is that the end of it would make a perfect GIF... and MY WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED.
BEHOLD:
The video for Master And Servant is one I've frequently considered breaking down. Depeche Mode seems to have a thing for misguided music videos. Anyway, one thing I've always said about it is that the end of it would make a perfect GIF... and MY WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED.
BEHOLD:
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Monday, August 08, 2011
DO YOU WANT MARRY ?
At long last... a new video breakdown!
You know, it's always good to start a music video with a dramatic scene, like a death, a fight, or shooting a TV.
80s videos love pretending the artists are playing the actual instrument instead of its synthesized equivalent. Sorry, dude, you aren't fooling anyone with your pipe organ there.
Is there some significance to the random shoelace on his hand?
So our broody artist is nonchalantly writing a song on his little keyboard while his girlfriend stares at him, because she has nothing better to do.
I don't care if she was supposed to make him knock over the glass. Broody Artist is an idiot for leaving the glass an inch from his hand on the edge of the table to begin with. However, luckily for him, the liquid as well as the lemon magically vanish before the glass smashes.
"Oh, honey, let me get that giant chunk of broken glass for you!" "I don't know if you should, baby- looks like you got a glob of ketchup on you somehow."
What the- is that, like, a school picture? Okay, this is officially creepy.
Broody Artist wants YOU! Seriously, pause it, he looks like Uncle Sam in his younger, druggier days.
Oh, he's just hallucinating again. No big deal.
Broody Artist has the exact same drink in the club as he did at home because Broody Artist knows what he likes. Broody Artist also knows he is far too cool for all this. After all, he wears pilgrim hats and studded belts and drinks pink cocktails.
Okay, that tear is nowhere near her eye. Whoever put it on with a dropper wasn't even trying.
Things I Learned From Eighties Music Videos: If your girlfriend is crying, shove her off the bed- she'll love it.
"Howdy, everyone! Man, the fog out there is awful! Hey, what's the problem? It's not my sweet studded belt, is it?"
Funny how Broody Artist is imploring the girl not to push him aside after shoving aside everyone in the room.
Oh, I see, she's getting married to someone else! Then why is everyone dancing? Is it the groovy presence of Broody Artist?
Dress Hits Floor!
What the fuck is this, the Cult of the Computer or something?
Wow, that guy she is marrying has sweet hair. For some reason he reminds me of a muskrat.
Broody Artist can't bear to look as he comes in from the all-encompassing white fog... again. This video has no continuity.
Please Enter Names and Insert Disk. Maybe they're just registering for their taxes in formal attire.
It's nice how he holds the Most Holy Floppy Disk up so the light can shine through it. Too bad the computer seems to be malfunctioning. (No, really. There is static on that screen. No continuity..)
Finally, Broody Artist can bear to look! Unfortunately, Muskrat Groom chooses this moment to assert his power... or something.
Look what you've done now, Broody Artist! That bizarre ribbon on your hand has made her weep from the area around her eye!
Do these people have a masochistic relationship? First she loves being shoved off the bed, and then he finds it unbearably sexy when she slaps him?
I guess it's supposed to show he really loves the chick that he lets her steal his hat (which he has never taken off at any other point in this video, not even in the bedroom scene). Or maybe he didn't let her steal it... damn, well, there goes that.
Now Broody Artist has got everyone at the ceremony to dance poorly to his song! Stop hijacking the wedding, bastard.
Oh, nice, chuck your shitty music at the couple. I'm sure they appreciate that.
Of course she happens to get the page with ONLY YOU in giant fucking letters on it.
Okay. Pause right here and soak in DO YOU WANT MARRY ?. This is the reason I decided to break down this godawful video. Apparently, in the future priests will be made obsolete by computers with atrocious grammar. I could ask the point of entering their names when it doesn't even display them, but I secretly hope that the final screen of this program would say "X AND Y WANT MARRY !" with the kind of animation at the end of Atari Adventure, so I'll keep it to myself.
Broody Artist has teleported to the plug! Hooray! So he rips it out and saves the day! Wait... actually, pulling the plug did nothing. What?
Instead of answering DO YOU WANT MARRY ?, the bride wisely decides to do the hokey pokey instead.
Forced to desperate measures, Broody Artist pulls a gun out of thin air! Things are about to get VIOLENT! The maker of the first first-person shooter may have been inspired by this video.
As not-so-subtly implied at the beginning of the video, he shoots DO YOU WANT MARRY ? and saves the day before vanishing into the Mysterious White Fog without even retrieving his song. Now there's a story for the ages.
You know, it's always good to start a music video with a dramatic scene, like a death, a fight, or shooting a TV.
80s videos love pretending the artists are playing the actual instrument instead of its synthesized equivalent. Sorry, dude, you aren't fooling anyone with your pipe organ there.
Is there some significance to the random shoelace on his hand?
So our broody artist is nonchalantly writing a song on his little keyboard while his girlfriend stares at him, because she has nothing better to do.
I don't care if she was supposed to make him knock over the glass. Broody Artist is an idiot for leaving the glass an inch from his hand on the edge of the table to begin with. However, luckily for him, the liquid as well as the lemon magically vanish before the glass smashes.
"Oh, honey, let me get that giant chunk of broken glass for you!" "I don't know if you should, baby- looks like you got a glob of ketchup on you somehow."
What the- is that, like, a school picture? Okay, this is officially creepy.
Broody Artist wants YOU! Seriously, pause it, he looks like Uncle Sam in his younger, druggier days.
Oh, he's just hallucinating again. No big deal.
Broody Artist has the exact same drink in the club as he did at home because Broody Artist knows what he likes. Broody Artist also knows he is far too cool for all this. After all, he wears pilgrim hats and studded belts and drinks pink cocktails.
Okay, that tear is nowhere near her eye. Whoever put it on with a dropper wasn't even trying.
Things I Learned From Eighties Music Videos: If your girlfriend is crying, shove her off the bed- she'll love it.
"Howdy, everyone! Man, the fog out there is awful! Hey, what's the problem? It's not my sweet studded belt, is it?"
Funny how Broody Artist is imploring the girl not to push him aside after shoving aside everyone in the room.
Oh, I see, she's getting married to someone else! Then why is everyone dancing? Is it the groovy presence of Broody Artist?
Dress Hits Floor!
What the fuck is this, the Cult of the Computer or something?
Wow, that guy she is marrying has sweet hair. For some reason he reminds me of a muskrat.
Broody Artist can't bear to look as he comes in from the all-encompassing white fog... again. This video has no continuity.
Please Enter Names and Insert Disk. Maybe they're just registering for their taxes in formal attire.
It's nice how he holds the Most Holy Floppy Disk up so the light can shine through it. Too bad the computer seems to be malfunctioning. (No, really. There is static on that screen. No continuity..)
Finally, Broody Artist can bear to look! Unfortunately, Muskrat Groom chooses this moment to assert his power... or something.
Look what you've done now, Broody Artist! That bizarre ribbon on your hand has made her weep from the area around her eye!
Do these people have a masochistic relationship? First she loves being shoved off the bed, and then he finds it unbearably sexy when she slaps him?
I guess it's supposed to show he really loves the chick that he lets her steal his hat (which he has never taken off at any other point in this video, not even in the bedroom scene). Or maybe he didn't let her steal it... damn, well, there goes that.
Now Broody Artist has got everyone at the ceremony to dance poorly to his song! Stop hijacking the wedding, bastard.
Oh, nice, chuck your shitty music at the couple. I'm sure they appreciate that.
Of course she happens to get the page with ONLY YOU in giant fucking letters on it.
Okay. Pause right here and soak in DO YOU WANT MARRY ?. This is the reason I decided to break down this godawful video. Apparently, in the future priests will be made obsolete by computers with atrocious grammar. I could ask the point of entering their names when it doesn't even display them, but I secretly hope that the final screen of this program would say "X AND Y WANT MARRY !" with the kind of animation at the end of Atari Adventure, so I'll keep it to myself.
Broody Artist has teleported to the plug! Hooray! So he rips it out and saves the day! Wait... actually, pulling the plug did nothing. What?
Instead of answering DO YOU WANT MARRY ?, the bride wisely decides to do the hokey pokey instead.
Forced to desperate measures, Broody Artist pulls a gun out of thin air! Things are about to get VIOLENT! The maker of the first first-person shooter may have been inspired by this video.
As not-so-subtly implied at the beginning of the video, he shoots DO YOU WANT MARRY ? and saves the day before vanishing into the Mysterious White Fog without even retrieving his song. Now there's a story for the ages.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Late Fucking Friday Photo
Unfortunately, Flickr is not letting me embed this week's pick, so you'll just have to follow this link and see it for yourself. It's worth it, I promise.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Fucking Friday Photo
All right, I know that since it's past midnight I technically missed my Friday deadline, but I was close, dammit.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
The First Fucking Friday Photo!
Edit 7/02/11:
So apparently flickr did not approve of my first Fucking Friday Photo. As of right now, it says the image is unavailable. I'll embed it again, but if it gets taken down again, hopefully this updated link will continue to work.
So apparently flickr did not approve of my first Fucking Friday Photo. As of right now, it says the image is unavailable. I'll embed it again, but if it gets taken down again, hopefully this updated link will continue to work.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Oh, Jarvis.
Huge props to L for giving this to me. This is a gif from the video for Common People by Pulp, which is rife with awkward dancing like this. It makes me really happy. I should probably go to bed... naaaah.There will be another video breakdown, by the way, hopefully soon. There are just so many great possibilities out there... people make so many crappy videos.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Not-As-Popular Slogan: "Freedom Is In Peril"
Not only is this possibly one of the most amazing posters ever, but it has an interesting history too. If it wasn't for a stroke of good luck, this brilliant slogan might have been lost forever. Check it out.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Monday, September 06, 2010
Things That Make You Feel Like An Idiot
Hand pointers.
By that, I mean sticks with a little pointing hand on the end of them, used to illustrate things on PowerPoint slides and exciting things like that. (They're a little creepy, now that I think about it.)
Sure, while using them they're nifty, but what do you do with them when you're done?
I have had to hold one of these for someone before. The thing is, with a pointer like this, you are always pointing at something or someone, whether you wish to or not. When you see it's pointing at some random person's leg you'll feel like a creep and then aim it at a table. Then you're realize how stupid it must look to be obviously pointing at a table and will casually flick it up to point at the ceiling. Shortly after this it will occur to you how bizarre pointing at the ceiling must look, and, humiliated, you point it at the ground before realizing that's not much better. In a final moment of desperation, you'll point the finger at yourself, before realizing that now you just look like an egotistical bastard. And then you give up and set the pointer down, trying desperately to ignore whatever you are calling attention to now.
No, there is just nothing good you can do with a hand pointer that is not in use.
By that, I mean sticks with a little pointing hand on the end of them, used to illustrate things on PowerPoint slides and exciting things like that. (They're a little creepy, now that I think about it.)
Sure, while using them they're nifty, but what do you do with them when you're done?I have had to hold one of these for someone before. The thing is, with a pointer like this, you are always pointing at something or someone, whether you wish to or not. When you see it's pointing at some random person's leg you'll feel like a creep and then aim it at a table. Then you're realize how stupid it must look to be obviously pointing at a table and will casually flick it up to point at the ceiling. Shortly after this it will occur to you how bizarre pointing at the ceiling must look, and, humiliated, you point it at the ground before realizing that's not much better. In a final moment of desperation, you'll point the finger at yourself, before realizing that now you just look like an egotistical bastard. And then you give up and set the pointer down, trying desperately to ignore whatever you are calling attention to now.
No, there is just nothing good you can do with a hand pointer that is not in use.
Saturday, September 04, 2010
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