Sure, Sure… I Can Act Like a Moron
Determined to find the Big Key to an effective viral campaign (okay, yes, I played Zelda), I’ve been suffocating myself with YouTube for months now, trying to perform some sort of regressive, socioanalytic, Freudian, popculturified brainwash of my waking senses, so that I may rouse one morning to a vision of pure viral bliss, filled with Honda Crabs and William Hung and small dancing puppets that look eerily like Steve Jurvetson.
Okay, so I don’t think it’s worked yet…
Though I have been visited by a goodly share of puppets.
Nonetheless, I’ve taken an amateur stab at being an amateur YouTuber. Indeed, the quality is shoddy, the lighting is horrific, and the “actors” (including yours truly) are, um, decidedly novice. But isn’t what this is all about? Authenticity and resonance… and acting like nonfabulous fools?
And, while I’m all up in YouTube’s grill, I’ll take a moment to say a big “saywha?” to their revised Terms and Conditions page, as reported today on BoingBoing.
Current count of questions raised: 8,655,994.
