Today on THIS SONG SUCKS, I use Empire Strikes Back as a metaphor for “Gentleman” by PSY and a respond to some psychotic viewer comments.
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Today on THIS SONG SUCKS, I use Empire Strikes Back as a metaphor for “Gentleman” by PSY and a respond to some psychotic viewer comments.
The boys talk about Dane Cook, Carlos Mencia, and joke stealing. They move on to Mexicans, meat, and Taco Bell. Then some stuff about stand-up, bombing, and what killing is. They finish it off with talk about psychopaths and some weird stuff about babies. Direct Download (Right Click) New one. Better sound/video quality. Way worse song. This is a new thing that I do. Be sure to like the video and subscribe to my new YouTube channel. Thanks!
A lot of different Kickstarter fundraisers have been getting a lot of flak recently. But just like most other things that get a lot of negative attention, it’s because these fundraisers deserve all of the hatred that is being thrown at them. Most people who complain about haters should probably just stop acting like a sociopath. I guess if you need your lifestyle bankrolled, just ask for money from your fans and then pretend like you need it to make something you could have made anyway. The most notorious Kickstarter from recently has been millionaire TV star Zach Braff trying to raise millions of dollars for his movie. People still mistakenly think that Garden State wasn’t a lump of goat feces that was molded into the shape of a movie, so he’s already surpassed his goal. So he gets to make the movie that he wants. This is like a rich kid deciding they want to be a painter, so they ask their dad to buy them a loft in SoHo. Filmmakers often complain about the notes process they get from movie executives. And often with good reason, because most movie executives don’t come from creative backgrounds, so a lot of times their notes will be really shitty. But the good thing you do get from having to answer to somebody when you’re trying to get your movie made, even an independent one, is people asking the question “Why would anybody want to see this?” and “Is this even worth doing?” When you cut out that part of the process and you’re not answerable to anyone, you lose a possibly vital dissenting voice. And then you go ahead with a really bad idea. It’s like doing stand-up comedy without an audience. How will you know that anything you’re saying is funny? Zach Braff isn’t Woody Allen. He made a shitty movie about a mentally ill girl that he wanted to fuck and now he wants investors that have no say in how their money is being spent. There are various creative projects I want to engage in that I don’t have the money for yet. So I’ve decided to wait till I get that money to start them. Begging my peers for money does not come into the equation for me. Obviously, I’m nowhere near Zach Braff in terms of people wanting to see things that I create, but even then, Kickstarter was more created for people like me than people like him. To get projects off the ground that couldn’t otherwise. Or, you know, I could just save up the money myself. Especially now since everything creative has been democratized by the ease of access and rapidly advancing technology. You can make a movie or an album or animate something for very cheap and very professionally if you put enough work into it and spend enough time. Or you could just ask people for money to do it the easy way.
Anybody who complains about how they hate stupid people or that the world would be better without stupid people or that stupid people shouldn’t allowed to breed is a useless asshole. People who have slightly above average intelligence are the real worst people in the world. Anybody who not only thinks they’re really smart, but makes it a core, central part of their existence. Entitled, whiny, and with an inexplicably inflated sense of self worth. Basically anybody who’s smart enough to tell that Transformers is a shitty movie series, but not smart enough to contribute anything to humanity that matters. So, the internet, basically. I’ve never heard an actual intelligent person complain about “stupid people.” Just a bunch of Huffington Post commenters or Reddit users engaged in a circle jerk while they repeat things more intelligent people have said already like its their own opinion. What do most smart people do other than work as a cog in a corporation to make it easier for them to exploit more people and make more money? I don’t think working in a Fortune 500 company’s IT department gives you right to look down on anybody, other than yourself for leading a useless life in service to others more powerful than you. I would much rather interact with somebody these people consider stupid than one of them. What’s there to gain from that other than listen to somebody be self-involved and depressed all day? Whenever I meet somebody who considers it very important to themselves how smart they are, I can only think that they would have been a Lieutenant in the SS back in Nazi Germany. That’s basically your intelligence level: you’re the guy who figured out how to fit a couple more people in a train car. A very freeing moment in my life was realizing that I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was. It allowed me to focus on other things. Like insulting people over the internet.
When I want to mindlessly unwind, I like to play video games. My girlfriend watches reality television shows. The only difference here is that she doesn’t scream at my Nintendo that it’s impossible for a man in Mario’s obviously negligible physical condition to jump so high. But something gets inside of me that whenever a reality show is on television, I can’t help but yell at the screen. This must be the same sensation that comedy club audiences have when I start talking about Star Wars. I know it’s not appropriate during The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills to say, “Oh, shut up. Nobody cares about your stupid garden party, you dried up old useless tart.” Even if she is a dried up old useless tart, which she is. For one, it’s rude to my girlfriend who is largely silent during my video game killing sprees. And also, the old used-to-be-sort-of-hot lady on the television can’t hear me. And if she could, she would have to wait for the story producers to feed her some lines before she could respond. It’s like getting mad at Santa Claus. It’s one thing to watch reality shows for some turn-of-your brain enjoyment, it’s another thing to watch them and have your entire body filled with incomprehensible rage. Especially since actual bad things happen in the world all the time that I just scroll past on Huffington Post to get to the “10 Celebrity Bikini Bodies You Won’t Believe” article. Enjoying celebrity gossip and trashy TV is fine. Getting mad about it makes you a fucking moron who should be sterilized for the good of humanity. |
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