Mossy table tops at an abandoned hotel in Japan
This reminds me of the last of us wow
explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it
GATHERERS, another new one for SooJin Buzelli at PlanSponsor. This is for an article about how healthcare and retirement planning can work in unison.
I liked all my sketches for this, though, as usual, only one of them actually works for the prompt. It usually takes me a bit to really suss out the core of the article. There’s a balance that the working sketch strikes that none of the others do.
When these projects pop up, and I can more or less draw anything, as long as it relates back to the topic, I almost always try to exhaust whatever current topic my mind is focused on, before trying different subject matter. Last time it was knights, this time it was strange animals.
I usually get a lot of color advice from Kali, but she had a bigger hand in this one than usual. Pretty much steered the whole ship for a little while.
An SNL Digital Short, “The Shooting AKA Dear Sister”
To say, “It all began here” would be inaccurate. It actually began here, when Marissa Cooper shot Trey Atwood in order to save her boyfriend (Trey’s brother Ryan) from being killed in the second season finale of The O.C, the bullet triggering the “Whatcha say?” middle eight of “Hide and Seek.” And yet, the Saturday Night Live sketch is where it all began. “Hide and Seek”’s placement in that episode’s climax was no different than any other musical placement on the show. In fact, “Hide and Seek” had already appeared earlier in the same episode. Furthermore, the “The Shooting AKA Dear Sister” works even without the reference. The joke is simple – each gunshot starts the song and a melodramatic death sequence – and played up to absurdity. The sketch came at an interesting time; the Digital Shorts were still a novel feature to Saturday Night Live, an interesting way to break up the string of live sketches. Additionally, during 2007, the Digital Shorts team of Andy Sandberg, Akiva Schaffer and Jorma Taccone were focused more on basic, low-budget premises that were a far cry from later, large-scale productions of The Lonely Island such as “I’m On a Boat” or “I Just Had Sex.” Given this, it’s not surprising that “Dear Sister” worked so well for its time.
The joke soon became a meme, and participating was about as easy as making an image macro today: simply splice the portion of “Hide and Seek” onto a death scene, and you’re done. This was one of my first experiences with a viral sensation, and in the early days of YouTube, I felt like a kid in a candy store. I believe the Lion King version made me laugh the hardest. Though the meme is harder to track down today (many videos were probably removed, when YouTube was more stringent about copyright issues and the fair use doctrine was still a new concept), there are several iterations of the meme, all involving that small portion of “Hide and Seek” that would become recognizable enough to later be sampled.
Last year, Billboard and Nielsen caused controversy when they announced that YouTube streams would count toward Hot 100 rankings. On first blush, this made sense; the rise of Vevo and single releases via audio- or lyric-video meant that people were beginning to consume music differently. The controversy arose from the timing of the methodological shift, which coincided with the “Harlem Shake” virus. Thanks to the new rules, Bauuer’s woozy trap song spent five consecutive weeks atop the Hot 100, even though what was pushing it there were videos that only featured thirty seconds of the song. The brief flurry over “Harlem Shake”’s reign and the new rules broached important issues regarding how we see the Hot 100 and its implications, the tension between viewing No. 1 status as a mere statistic (“This is the most consumed song in the country this week”) or as a trophy (“This is the best song in the country this week”).
Though perhaps its exposure was on a smaller scale (given YouTube’s nascency at the time), I wonder how “Hide and Seek” would have benefited from the new system. Also, because (like the “Harlem Shake” videos), only a fraction of the song was used, I wonder whether its hypothetical success on the charts would have caused the same stir that “Harlem Shake” did. Most importantly, how would it have affected Imogen’s career? The “Dear Sister” meme, like most memes, had simultaneously positive and negative effects. The positive, obviously, was that a whole new audience was hearing “Hide and Seek” for the first time. The negative was that the “Whatcha say?” verse became a punchline, an overly self-serious moment that had little function other than the comedic effect of its discord with a clip of Mufasa being thrown off Pride Rock. The sobering reality of memes is that they don’t care either way what they do for songs like “Hide and Seek” – they’re only in it for the LOLs.
Luckily, there would be another way for Imogen to benefit from this sudden windfall.
In 2009, American artist Jason Derulo released his first single, a J.R. Rotem vehicle titled “Whatcha Say” that sampled the “Dear Sister”-famed portion of “Hide and Seek.” An inoffensive slice of Autotune-heavy R&B, the song finds Derulo pleading his ex to come back. Imogen does not play the role of that ex; she’s more like a Greek chorus, echoing Derulo’s aches: “What did she say?” It’s an appropriate use of the original, since both songs attack their subject in those lines, demanding an answer for a wrongdoing. “Whatcha Say” hit the top of the Hot 100 and was certified three times platinum in the US, Derulo’s most successful song until “Talk Dirty” began its radio takeover this year.
So what does Imogen have to say about all this? She approves! An unfortunately common reaction to a pop musician’s sampling of a more underground song is that the sampler has sullied or ruined or destroyed the song’s reputation. And while I don’t care for “Whatcha Say,” Imogen’s attitude toward her music – that once it’s out in the open, it’s free for anyone to use and interpret as they like – is refreshing, both from a business standpoint (I’m sure she doesn’t mind the royalties) and a creative standpoint. Another notable line from Imogen’s linked interview is that she finds the use of “Hide and Seek” in “Whatcha Say” much more creative than those “rubbish house remixes, like ‘untz, untz’ all the way through it.” My question is: what remix could she be referring to? My guess is Tiësto’s.
I’m sorry but if you try to tell me there are only three wizard schools in the ENTIRE magical world I will fight you.
I wanna see Indian wizardry schools
Japanese magic schools where the house ghosts have shrines
New York City firefighter Danae Mines is the first woman to appear in the FDNY’s annual Calendar of Heroes, which features different firefighters in various locations for each month of the year.
The calendar is notorious for its photos of shirtless male firefighters; its yearly release is usually met with applause and long lines of people waiting to snag copies.
After I saw him in The Cripple of Inishmaan, I anxiously waited to meet Daniel Radcliffe at the stage door so I could get this card signed. Because I was toward the back of the crowd, I didn’t think Daniel would even notice the card, but I was very wrong. As soon as he caught sight of the card, Daniel started laughing. He then took the card and explained how he had wanted to sign one of the cards ever since he had found out about it and signed it with my Sharpie. Then he THANKED me for bringing it and took my phone and took a selfie with me. Needless to say, I was very happy.
You are 12. You’re at the library looking for some generic young adult fiction novel about a girl who falls for her best friend. Your dad makes a disgusted face. “This is about lesbians,” he says. The word falls out of his mouth as though it pains him. You check out a different book and cry when you get home, but you aren’t sure why. You learn that this is not a story about you, and if it is, you are disgusting.
You are 15. Your relatives are fawning over your cousin’s new boyfriend. “When will you have a boyfriend?” they ask. You shrug. “Maybe she’s one of those lesbians,” your grandpa says. You don’t say anything. You learn that to find love and acceptance from your family, you need a boyfriend who thinks you are worthy of love and acceptance.
You are 18. Your first boyfriend demands to know why you never want to have sex with him. He tells you that sex is normal and healthy. You learn that something is wrong with you.
You are 13. You’re at a pool party with a relative’s friend’s daughter. “There’s this lesbian in my gym class. It’s so gross,” she says. “Ugh, that’s disgusting,” another girl adds. They ask you, “do you have any lesbians at your school?” You tell them no and they say you are lucky. You learn to stay away from people.
You are 20. You have coffee with a girl and you can’t stop thinking about her for days afterwards. You learn the difference between a new friendship and new feelings for a person.
You are 13. Your mom is watching a movie. You see two girls kiss on screen. You feel butterflies and this sense that you identify with the girls on the screen. Your mom gets up and covers the screen. You learn that if you are like those girls, no one wants to see it.
You are 20. You and your friends are drunk and your ex-boyfriend dares you to make out with your friend. You both agree. You touch her face. It feels soft and warm. Her lips are small and her hands feel soft on your back. You learn the difference between being attracted to someone and recognizing that someone you care about is attractive.
You are 16. You find lesbian porn online. Their eyes look dead and their bodies are positioned in a way that you had never imagined. You learn that liking girls is acceptable if straight men can decide the terms.
You are 20. You are lying next to a beautiful girl and talking about everything. You tell her things that you don’t usually tell anyone. You learn how it feels not to want to go to sleep because you don’t want to miss out on any time with someone.
You are 15. Your parents are talking about a celebrity. Your dad has a grin on his face and says, “her girlfriend says that she’s having the best sex of her life with her!” You learn that being a lesbian is about the kind of sex you have and not how you love.
You are 18. You are in intro to women’s and gender studies. “Not all feminists are lesbians- I love my husband! Most of the feminists on our leadership team are straight! It’s just a stereotype,” the professor exclaims. You learn that lesbianism is something to separate yourself from.
You are 21 and you are kissing a beautiful girl and she’s your girlfriend and you understand why people write songs and make movies and stupid facebook statuses about this and time around you just seems to stop and you could spend forever like this and you learn that there is nothing wrong with you and you are falling in love.
You are 21. And you are okay."
a thing I wrote after arguing with an insensitive dude on facebook all day or Things Other People Taught me about Liking Girls (via squidterritory)