Thursday, 24 April 2008

ANZAC Day

Had a good little giggle today (24/Apr/08) when a lecturer of mine asked one of the girls in my tute whether she knew what ANZAC Day was all about. I think it should be noted that both the lecturer and the student in this story were Americans, and that my knowledge of American historical events are equally as sketchy.

So the student answers approximately like this:
"No not really. Something about Australia and New Zealand got into a fight or something and then Australia kicked ass. I don't really know all the details though so I don't really know any of the specific battles and things."
And well, bless the lecturer, he had more self-control than I did. He replied that that wasn't really right and explained the bare-bones historical outline of what happened and concluded with:
"So even though thousands of Australians and New Zealanders died they just kept fighting and fighting, even though they never actually got to take over the Cove - and so that's why it's really important to Australians."
At this point I actually jumped into the conversation. The student was really impressed by the lecturer's synopsis of the event but I felt it was a bit too macabre and didn't fully capture why such a futile loss of life and a crushing defeat in our early military history is so important to us. The following isn't actually what I said. What I said was much shorter and (I think) much more eloquent. But I wanted to retell it for the people who didn't know, and to remind the people who did already.

ANZAC Day isn't just about remembering some guys that died because of some really huge military stuff-ups that the British made while commanding our troops. It's actually the event that we (both Australia and New Zealand) look back to as the beginning of our separateness from the United Kingdom and the beginning of being nations in our own right.

Technically, in Australia, we got this on the first of January 1901 with Federation, but even then our national identity was directly modeled on that of the British. ANZAC Day was the start of new, separate national identities for both Australia and New Zealand - when it became okay to be 'just' an Aussie or Kiwi.

So that's why Australians make such a big deal out of the whole thing. Screw Federation - that's on New Years and there's other partying to be done! Unlike the United States we didn't have violent beginnings to our governments. I would argue, however, that we did have a violent beginning to our nations and our national identities. It's a day to remember war dead from all the conflicts Australia (and New Zealand) has taken part in, but also a day to display a bit of patriotism.

Ps: Apologies to any Kiwis who might read this (although according to my blog counter no one from New Zealand has started reading yet) I couldn't find an ANZAC symbol that included New Zealand as well (or the actual word, ANZAC). I know this day is as much yours as it is mine, but I had to use the Australian Rising Sun badge instead!

Tuesday, 22 April 2008

MUST POST!

Well getting that counter had it's expected (but not necessarily desired) effect. Now every time I log into my counter site profile thing I get confronted with a little graph:

It spikes when I post, flooding my brain with happy endorphins. "People value me!" my brain says "I'm so happy!" Then the next day the graph slumps and my brain starts wingeing and complaining wanting its next fix.

According to Wikipedia endorphins are the things that people produce when they undergo strenuous exercise or have sex. Besides nourishment it appears my entire life's needs can be filled by my blog's ability to supply me with endorphins.

I hypothesise the entire creative sector of the universe runs on this endorphin cycle. You think Shakespeare just wanted to get paid? Or that he was a literary genius just because he could? No way man, he did it for kicks. Kicks only.

So today, when I was confronted with the downward graph upon logging into my counter, I didn't have anything to write about. My brain was all "I can't be creative without the endorphins, man!" and I was all "You've got to be creative to get the endorphins!" and my brain was all "No way man! Gimmie my endorphins first - then I'll get my creative going!"

My brain sucks that way a lot of the time. Then I wrote about endorphins. Y-you're glad I did - aren't you? Please tell me you were! I need my next fix!

Monday, 21 April 2008

The Full Story - Lost Literature

Here's the story in full. To my lecturer/tutor who has probably Googled the first bit of my story to make sure it wasn't stolen - don't worry, Rohan hasn't stolen it. He wrote it. This is his blog.

Books were going missing. Not the usual books either – it had been months since we had needed to order another copy of the Karma Sutra. Harry Potter, too, had been returned safely for over a year now. Wuthering Heights, however, had been walking out the door; as had Animal Farm.

I squinted over my glasses at a girl holding a copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. She looked the type – dressed very queer with all that black lipstick and nail varnish. She approached the loans desk and handed me the book, which I scanned.

“I hope you enjoy it” I said.
“What?” she yanked a small white earbud out of one ear. The tinny sound of a female vocal and electric guitars became audible.
“I said I hope you enjoy it!” I said a little louder, but not too loud. There was a computing for retirees class going on at the public access internet terminal.
“Oh I’ve read it before” she drolled. I squinted at her again over the top of my glasses and saw beneath the eyeshadow, Kate Wright. Kate had been using the library her whole life. Apparently her taste in clothes had undergone a change since her holiday to Canada. Terrible fashion sense, but a wonderfully well-read girl.

Kate left and did not set off the security system. Not that it was terribly effective anyway - more for show than actual theft control. The only thing it reliably alerted me to was the rapid uptake of mobile phones in Gungee despite the patchy reception. Actually I think Robert had it turned off half the time because of all the false alarms. I suppose I couldn’t blame him – it startled Esmé far too much for an 83 year old with a heart condition. She was the only sensible one who came here anymore anyway, sitting quietly in the corner like one should in a library.

I squinted around the library again looking for Robert. This book thief was blowing out our budget. Never before had I spent so much on modern classics; the Gungee Shire Council was getting on my case. Robert came sauntering along with an empty book trolley, just finished re-shelving a great pile.
“Robert!” I said to him in a stage whisper, “Robert come into the office for a cup of tea.” I snapped the office door shut. Now we could speak as loudly as we pleased. As Robert fetched a pair of mismatched mugs and busied himself with the tea (he said he could make it better than I) and I aired my concerns.

“Robert that copy of The Great Gatsby is more than six weeks overdue!”
Robert frowned. “Please Nola, call me Rob. I keep telling you…”
I huffed impatiently. Robert clinked the side of his mug with a stainless steel spoon.
“Who was it who borrowed the book?” he sighed.
“The card was stolen! The computer says that it was Russel Davis who borrowed it out but Russel only ever reads science fiction! Robert this is a very serious problem!” I waited for his reaction but was not rewarded by any visually discernible display of shock.
“People loose library cards from time to time. Someone probably just picked it up meaning to hand it in to us. They probably just confused it with their own.”

He had a point. Everyone in Gungee owned a library card. The library acted like a community centre for the small town. Still, the rate at which we were losing our Brontës was very concerning and more than out of the ordinary. Someone was (dare I say it?) overly fond of literature in this town, and I was going to find out who.

~ ~ ~

I sat as close to the door as possible, eyeing each person as they entered and departed. There were only ever about a dozen people in the library at any one time, so they were fairly easy to keep track of. Usually there was a gaggle of teenagers hanging around the magazines and I kept a very close eye on them. The library was vulnerable to whatever vandal was ransacking our collection. The shelves stood invitingly in rows – just tall enough to conceal a person of social malcontent.

Robert was busy reading Possum Magic to a group of all-too-noisy toddlers down in the children’s section. There were perambulators everywhere – you could make off with the entire library in those cavernous beasts. They were all pockets and compartments; too much Velcro in my opinion. Prams were simple back in my day. The mothers sat with their children, making oooing noises whenever Robert turned a page. Some of the older children skulked around looking disinterestedly at the books on display. There was always a mother and her children in here at some time or other. I usually didn’t mind, so long as they kept their kids from messing up the Dewy Decimal System.

The phone rang sharply at the other end of the desk, startling me. I got up to answer it.
“Gungee library” I said efficiently.
“Nola this is Dave” I shut my eyes at the name and silently drew in a quick breath.
“Hello David”
“Really, it’s Dave” he said. “Look, I’ve been reading your latest budget and you bought seven copies of Day of the Triffids over the past five months.” He mispronounced ‘Triffids’, the cretin. “We’re just wondering here at the council if you’re, you know…” he trailed off.
“David, if you’re suggesting I’m getting old and senile then you are sadly mistaken!” I forgot myself for a second and the children momentarily lost interest in Robert. I smiled reassuringly at the dozen-or-so little faces craning to see where the noise was coming from. Someone, somewhere, coughed once.
“I was going to say ‘having trouble with theft’”
“I’ll bet you weren’t” I said in my stage whisper. The children returned to Possum Magic. There was a nervous laugh, then a sigh, at the other end of the phone.
“All the same, do you need any help?”
“I have Robert thank you very much and he is perfectly adequate”
“I see. Well, look, you’ve just got to watch your spending okay? If books really are going missing then you just can’t afford to replace them until next financial year”
“David, if this town is going to go without access to good literature it is going to be over my dead body!” David mumbled something at the other end, but I hung up on him. Mayors! What do they know anyway?

~ ~ ~

I must confess over the next few days I became what Robert would call ‘a little bit over the top’. The library became utterly silent as I prowled around the corridors shooshing even the slightest murmur. I also made a sign that read Thieves Will Be Prosecuted and stuck it near the front door. I put Robert on bag duty where he awkwardly checked disgruntled womens’ handbags for copies of A Confederacy of Dunces. I banned all schoolbags from the library, much to the annoyance of the local high school population. I even got old Esmé to help with the search for the book thief, even though it was quite likely she had cataracts. All the same she sat more alert than usual by the window and gasped whenever she heard someone flicking though a Jane Austin.

I sat at the front desk and perused a list Robert had kindly printed off for me from the computer. It was a list of the newest library members. Most of them were children who just turned ten, the age you can get a library card. There was one though, that had a post office box as a postal address. Nobody in Gungee had a P.O box unless they’re in business, and I don’t remember Arthur Pringle buying any local businesses. I decided to drop in for afternoon tea.

~ ~ ~

A mature looking man opened the door. He looked like he was just getting ready to go out. He had a neat but bristly grey moustache and was wearing a checked jacket. He invited me in and I had a furtive look around his modest apartment. There was worn, beige carpet on the floor and brown floral curtains hanging in a slightly neglected kitchenette. I suppressed a gasp when I saw a copy of The Grapes of Wrath sitting accusingly on his dining room table.

“How are you today? Is there anything the matter?” he asked.
“Heavens no!” I exclaimed a little too enthusiastically. There was a pause where he smiled vacantly at me, then cleared his throat. “I just wanted to welcome you to Gungee!” I said.
“Why thankyou, love, but you know I’ve been living here for six months now”

We made small talk and had a cuppa when he said he was just on his way to the library anyway and would I like a lift? I had a feeling he might be onto me, so I told him I needed the exercise. On my walk back I stopped at a public phone and called the police. I walked quickly, stopping only to say hello to one of the mothers from the day they were reading Possum Magic. When I arrived at the library I saw Joshua, the local officer standing at the front desk looking unsure of himself. Esmé was talking to him animatedly but none too coherently about Oscar Wilde. Arthur was down by the reference section, oblivious to the scene that was taking place at the front of the library.

“Oscar is gone!” Esmé said, “I took him!”
“Who? You took who?” asked Joshua.
“Don’t arrest me!”

I called Robert over to check Arthur’s borrowing history. The Grapes of Wrath were there, at the top of the list. Esmé!

Best 2.0 Conversation Ever





Me: So I'm writing a story about...

Tom: Yeah I know I read your Twitter.

Me: Haha!

Tom: Yeah. Oh! I just got invited...

Me: Yep. Tom. I just read your Twitter.

Tom: Just then?

Me: Right then.

Sunday, 20 April 2008

The First Two Paragraphs

Want to read the first two paragraphs of an assignment I have to hand in tomorrow? It's a story about a librarian and she's trying to sleuth out who's stealing all her modern classics.

"Books were going missing. Not the usual books either – it had been months since we had needed to order another copy of the Karma Sutra. Harry Potter, too, had been returned safely for over a year now. Wuthering Heights, however, had been walking out the door; as had Animal Farm.

I squinted over my glasses at a girl holding a copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. She looked the type – dressed very queer with all that black lipstick and nail varnish. She approached the loans desk and handed me the book, which I scanned. "

Of course, no offense to goths. I don't think she's going to be the culprit anyway.

Saturday, 19 April 2008

Oi! You're in a Ghetto! - Why I Hate GodTube

I don't know how coherent this post is going to be. I'm pretty angry about this whole thing.

Lately there's been a trend online to make Christian versions of popular sites. Things like MyChurch (Christian MySpace) I think kind of, sort of, have their place. As far as I can understand, MyChurch is actually geared for churches to share resources with one another which is fair enough. But I seriously have a problem with the whole idea of a Christian social networking site - the following applies just as much to that idea as it does to GodTube (Christian YouTube).

I hate GodTube. I hate it. As I'm writing this I'm actually physically twitching that is how much I hate it. I hate the idea behind it. I hate that it exists. I hate that someone thought that it has to exist. I hate that on the front page it says "GodTube is unique in its appeal and in its mission to 'Broadcast Him'" when really it is not broadcasting at all but is instead pandering to an incredibly narrow audience. I hate the illusion that it is being an effective witness. The whole thing is screwed up, and here's why:

When I read the New Testament - particularly the Gospels and the book of Acts - nowhere do I see the Christians huddling together ignoring the 'outside world'. In his ministry, Jesus was incredibly engaging with the 'world' (as the church so often likes to put it) as was the early church.

I went to a Christian music festival last Easter. It was brilliant. I had heaps of fun. But I also think that ideally, the Christian music industry the festival is based on probably shouldn't exist. I think having a drug and alcohol free festival is a positive thing, don't get me wrong, but the whole idea of a separate industry specifically for Christian music is just terrible.

Why can't Christian music be played alongside 'mainstream' music? Why can't Christians upload videos on a 'mainstream' site like YouTube?

The very idea that there is a 'Christian' version of a thing and a 'mainstream' version of a thing removes Christians from the mainstream and thus out of dialogue with the people who populate that mainstream. If I'm not mistaken, as Christians maintaining that dialogue is our job. That might come as a surprise to many of the non-Christians reading this, but the Christians should know what I'm talking about. At least I hope they do. If they don't then there's a long way to come back.

A poisonous culture of ghettoing ourselves away has arisen in the last couple of decades which I find just despicable. It portrays an image that we're too good for everyone else. We'll play our own games over here and you can't play unless you already know the rules. Want to know why I know this? Because when I was reading the comments of that Creationism video I stumbled across this little gem:
For those who can't read that it says, The Creationists are all over on GodTube. Can't hang with sinners.

It leads to incredible misconceptions of Christians as a group. Somehow George W. Bush has become our ambassador to the world, and I find that absolutely astounding. I mean George W. Bush the president? What are the things many people think of when they think of that man? Stupid. Closed-minded. Not environmentally conscious. Protector of big business. Conservative. Warmonger. Hypocrite. Lier.

Is this the image Christians deserve? I don't think so, but try convincing someone who's only interaction with Christians is through the media's coverage of George and an overly-strict nun who taught them in primary school. In my entire year of being on YouTube I've come across less than half-a-dozen self-confessed, practicing Christians. Are the Christians really all over on GodTube?

We've cut ourselves off from important, significant relationships by creating sites like GodTube. It's a self-destructive, suffocating impulse for self-preservation and it has to stop. Now.

You're Being Watched

Okay, so the day after I told one of my friends that I would never track the hits on this blog I've caved into my own curiosity. Now you'll notice a little counter sitting innocently underneath the little RSS icons in my menu bar. Sitting innocently watching everything you do.

Don't worry, Big Brother loves you. Love him back.

Obviously I am growing a little bit too obsessed with stats and hits and honours lately. Also now I have to be careful how often I check my own blog so I don't artificially inflate the hits with my own IP address.

ED 20/Apr/08: Thanks Josh! Now I won't be spamming my own page!

Friday, 18 April 2008

Honours?!

Slightly amused today when this appeared on my channel. Apparently they do honours for the YouTube local sites now.
I'm a wee bit afraid that my honours are actually more impressive than I am. The only reason why I got the shiny badge is because I happened to change my channel type to 'Comedian' back in October or November or whenever it was. If I'd stuck with 'Director' I'd have no honours at all!

Here's to getting pushed off the Aussie honours list by disgruntled Aussie directors with more subscribers than me who change to comedians so they can get on the list.

All the same, thanks YouTube.

Janus? For Real?

A little while ago a friend of mine wrote a piece about who he was offline compared to his personality on sites like YouTube. According to him, he was much quieter at school but in other situations, such as amongst friends or online, he was loud and outgoing.

The question of identity and whether you're being true to yourself is something that confronts all vloggers at some stage. I don't care who you are. I see it happen on YouTube all the time. It's usually the stage where people get disillusioned and think about leaving.

Online I am loud, (hopefully) funny, silly, 'random' - essentially I'm what they call an extrovert. Offline I can be really quiet, particularly in large groups, but on my own I'm an absolute insane asylum. People on the internet say that a lot, but I'm dead serious. I talk to myself in voices and giggle incoherently. I catch myself at it and it's absolutely bizarre. Besides the bits of that babble that find their way into my videos, I think the only people who ever see that part of me in action are my parents.

Even though there are these 'sides' to me, I don' t feel like a Janus. That's just who I am. The quiet, awkward Rohan at church who sits on the edge of other people's conversations is the same as RoboFillet on YouTube or at a gathering.

I had a guy in Darwin discover my videos and he said "I didn't even know you were like that!" At first I didn't know what he was talking about. I hadn't been checking myself when I was hanging around him or anything. It's all me, but I guess some people can't see past their initial reaction towards someone.

My personality doesn't have faces - it is a spectrum; and I think this is true for everybody. Random Chicken and Black Duck aren't just for laughs you know. People are too complicated to be boxed as 'this kind of person' or 'that kind of person' and I don't think that they're being dishonest when they don't always act the same all the time in every situation. Sure there are some people who intentionally act differently and do the faces thing. That sucks. Totally sucks. But that's not what I'm talking about here.

People shouldn't be made to feel bad if it turns out they're different amongst different people. To be honest, I know this happens to everyone anyway; one way of acting for our close friends, another for our acquaintances. Society demands it! This is just a flow-on from that, so don't worry. Just be comfortable.

Be yourself

Thursday, 17 April 2008

Australian Partners

Well we all knew it was coming when Frezned, babyporridge and AngryAussie were mysteriously partnered last month - Australians (and the Irish and the Japanese) can now apply to make money off their videos.

There are a couple of people who I think will go for it and get it. Riverbasil in particular, but also HalfScottishGuy, Chrisontv88, englishteaboy and Heidiscope. This means a hell of a lot more autoplay in my subscription list, which is kind of annoying, but it's ok.

Oh wait, do you have to be over 18 to be a partner? In that case HalfScottishGuy is out for a few months (a year?) until he finally hits that magical number.

So I guess what you want to know is - am I going to apply?

NO

How come? Well let's have a look at the acceptance criteria:
  • I DO create original videos suitable for online streaming
  • I DO own the copyrights and distribution rights for all video and audio currently on my channel (at least I'm almost 100% sure - I may have to do a double-check)
  • I DON'T upload videos that are regularly viewed by thousands.
Currently I only get about 400-500 views on most of my videos. In fact, out of the 74 videos I've currently got on my channel, only 10 of them have breached 1000 views and only one (nearly two) of them has gotten past 2000. From what I hear, the money is awarded based on views counted by the thousands. The vast majority of my videos stand to make no money at all.

The cold, hard fact is that I'm just not that popular on YouTube - and that's fine. A banner would be lovely (it's actually what I want most from the partnership program) but I'm not going to apply when I know I'll get rejected on the grounds my audience isn't big enough.
Later on, if I do start getting a few thousand views I'll reconsider the whole partnership thing. So long as I don't plateau then it's likely because my audience is still growing right now. It's just a matter of being patient until it's worth doing.

But for all the rest of you - good luck! I hope you're all successful in your applications. Particularly those I listed above ^_^

Stories

They tell you to write from your own experience. They also say conflict is the key to a good story. I'm happy with my life. I'm really, really glad for how crusey it's been. My parents have never divorced, I've never had a sibling die, I've never been in a war. Nothing like that. I've had friends who that stuff has happened to - but I can't write about that kind of stuff and pretend like I know what I'm writing about.

I have to find what is unique about my life. I broadcast most of my stories on the internet - and I get a small audience. Surely there is something interesting about me that I can share?

I have been a youngest child. Youngest by a long way - my closest sibling is 9 years older than me. In actual fact, one of my pastors at my church is younger than both my sisters! Maybe I could write a good story about that? I have to come up with a good event - a catalyst - that can accurately portray the whole dynamic of that relationship. That's not an easy task. Hmm.

P.s. Do you like the uni icon? I took a photo of the side of a bus that was on its way to my uni. The destination is shown on both the front and the side of most of the buses here.

Wednesday, 16 April 2008

Costa Rica

I haven't posted one of my old webcomics for a while have I? I should remedy that right now! This one was actually commissioned by a friend of mine from Live Spaces - although he gave me full creative license. His avatar had grey skin, bright blue hair, big black eyes and he was from Costa Rica. Comic explained.

The FourTwo

Way back in the dark days of Windows Live Spaces I made some brilliantly shiny friends. One of them, Josh (aka parachuteadams) had a space called Don't Panic! and it was one of my favourite ones ever. Now he, like many people from Live Spaces, has left and started on a new platform.

Now Josh and a handful of his friends post all sorts of things at The FourTwo. It's really brilliant and I suggest you all add it to your readers. Also it would really help him out if you registered there so the good people of The FourTwo know who their fans are.

Also once Josh compared me to Zaphod Beeblebrox. I was very flattered.

Monday, 14 April 2008

My Weekend

The more astute readers of my Twitter might already know that I spent last weekend away in the Bunya Mountains for my Mum's 60th birthday. My brother came up from Canberra and my sister come over from whatever town west of woop-woop she's working in at the moment for Queensland Health. Also her husband came with me from Brisbane and my uncle, aunt and one of my cousins was there. Also Mum and Dad, but that really goes without saying (doesn't it?)

The house we stayed in was so weird! It was all done up in "colonial" style. It had so many dust-collectors I couldn't describe them all. There was, however, a particularly alluring lamp which we all made fun of. It was all tassels and fringes and over-decorative legs.

In my family, when we all get together for things like this, we like to play Boules. We had a pretty good game of Boules on Saturday - even though we were playing on the side of a hill. It was kind of like obstacle-Boules really. My brother, Joel, won the game with first to five even though he missed a few rounds because someone called him on the phone.

Incidentally, phone coverage up there was really patchy. One minute it would be five bars, then take a step and it would be zero. Rural Australia is NOT technology friendly.

There were a million wallabies out on the backyard and so we had to be careful not to throw our heavy metal boules at them by accident. Mostly they just lazily watched us play while they sat in the shade some way off.

One night all 'us young ones' decided that if we were to ever start a band we would be called the Freshly Stoned Raisins after this sign.

Also we did a bit of bush walking during the weekend, but I only remembered to bring my camera on one trip.

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Creationism

READ TO THE END BEFORE COMMENTING OR I WILL REMOVE YOUR COMMENT. Thankyou.

Normally I wouldn't comment on something like this, but being an known Christian on YouTube I'm going to get asked about this anyway, so I may as well clear up everything here now.

On the 8th of April, Andrew (aka AngryAussie) posted a video entitled Creationists - STFU!



Although I tend to lean toward Creationism over Evolutionism (with some caveats - it's a little too complicated to explain here), I'm not exactly what you'd call passionate about this issue. Some people feel led to become apologists for creation, but I am not one of them. If I had to sum up my feelings about the whole thing in one word I suppose it would be ambivalent. However, reading the comments to the video left me feeling very 'under threat' if you'll allow the whole predator/prey analogy. I feel this way mostly because the comments left by Angry and other users were very threatening.

Essentially, being told by a guy that you like (because Andrew, despite appearances is a very nice guy) that you are an utter moron who is completely indoctrinated and unquestioning because you don't see eye to eye over one issue is not nice. His qualification diverting anger from people who believe in God was appreciated, but as a whole I find the idea that I'm just a mindless drone insulting to my intelligence and to everyone else I know from the church who believes this.

Essentially the problem I have with the video is not that someone has gone out and said something I don't agree with. I am not a evolutionary scientist, nor am I a creation scientist. The last time I really did any research into this issue was over five years ago. To be honest I gave up because of videos like this. The haughtiness that typifies these kind of debates is utterly blatant on both sides. Each believes the other is a, to quote one comment, "fucking moron" and neither is going to listen. Each is being so defensive on each side there is no real science going on anywhere - just yelling and insulting.

Perhaps if evolutionists listened to some of the creationists' concerns with their theory we'd end up with a more robust theory. I think there are often valid criticisms that get overlooked which should really be investigated further than "you are a creationist and therefore a pseudo-scientist; therefore you and your opinion do not matter."

Same deal with the creationists listening to the evolutionists sometimes, only with the added bonus of not making Christians seem like dickheads.

You know, I'm just saying.

Hair and Marriage

So I went into the hairdressers today right? And I was like, I'd like a style cut please. She says that they've got nothing until tomorrow, so I booked myself in for midday tomorrow for a bit of a trim.

Cue all my female followers/subscribers/blog readers: NO ROHAN! WHY WOULD YOU EVER POSSIBLY CUT YOUR HAIR?!

I'm not exaggerating either. I've seriously gotten comments like that on my videos. But where was I? Oh yes: NO...CUT YOUR HAIR?!

It's true. My hair is "damn sexy" if you look at it from the front, which is what most people on the internet do. For all you guys know I could have a giant, cancerous growth on the back of my head. You wouldn't have a clue. Take this picture for example which I took in the car as a 'before' photo:
That picture is like a miracle-picture. You can't see my pimples in it at all. It almost looks photoshopped, but it's not. I wish I looked like that all the time.

Luckily for me I don't have a giant, cancerous growth on the back of my head, but I do have a foetus-mullet. Not a full-on your-decade-is-bollocks mullet, but just enough backwards puff for me to feel uncomfortable about it. Thus, it is coming off. Hopefully stylishly.

Also a friend of mine from highschool is getting married in a few weeks' time (crazy crazy stuff. I can't believe it's actually happening) and I don't want to be all about the puff levels by that time either. So depending on how the levels are going I'll consider a second cut closer to the date.

Friday, 4 April 2008

The YouTube Year

A year ago today, I posted two videos of myself on YouTube. They were pretty awful to be honest.

I activated my account on the 27 September 2006 to park the URL, but I didn't start posting videos until I bought my digital camera. Thus explaining the gap in time between when I joined and when "my anniversary" is.

However, to celebrate the momentous occasion that is my 12 months of sticking around a website like a bad smell, I will re-post my first ever two videos for your general amusement. No wonder my first 100 subscribers were the hardest to acquire. Better not make a lot of fun though, I might not have improved very much!





Who would have known what a ride posting those videos would take me on? Now, 74 videos (not including the ones I took down for copyright infringement) and 502 subscribers later I'm a part of the community and loving it.

So. Goals for the next 12 months? Is that the thing people do? Well I'm doing it. So there.
  1. Get another 500 subscribers. Surely this can be replicated. Assuming there isn't a YouTube Armageddon or anything.
  2. Make and post some proper short films and not just vlogs.
  3. Do at least 1 video collaboration a month. Just because I enjoy the process.
  4. Make some kick-arse new YouTube friends to add to the kick-arse ones I already have. On a site like this, you don't want to stop connecting.
I'm not posting goals of getting partnered or getting featured. Those things are utterly outside my control, and to be honest I'm not entirely sure I want them. I mean, I guess I want them, but I don't want all the crappy things associated with them. Except the banner. Banners are not crappy. Unless you make them crappy of course. But mine would not be. It would be glamourous.

Wednesday, 2 April 2008

Twitter

Bit obsessed with Twitter. It's like blogging on speed and I can't get enough of it.

I did, however, come across two rather different perspectives on the whole Twitter deal. Both are quite positive about it, but their conclusions couldn't be more different.


This one is more a corporate, promotional-type video, which suggests Twitter is the closest you can get to "real life" online. It gives the impression that if people post (or 'tweet' as the Twitter slang goes) about their everyday activities, you are getting a better idea of who that person actually is.


This one is made by a user of Twitter who I'm quite a fan of (Hank, one half of Brotherhood2.0) He suggests that Twitter is no different to any other self-publishing website in that people only post what they want to post, making a version of themselves they are happy with sharing with people. It brings you no closer to learning actually who these people are.

I'm more inclined to agree with Hank - seeing as the people I follow don't exactly follow the "what are you doing?" question when they tweet. And they most certainly don't "tweet their poops". In my mind it's a continuation of the digital personalities I've come to love on other sites. Perhaps if more people I know in real life had Twitter my opinion would be different.

Does anyone have a group of IRL friends who have Twitter? What are your thoughts on sites like Twitter and do you think they allow people to get a closer idea of who people really are?

(If you want to follow me, my Twitter can be found here)