Viagra commercial: Like the first time.

February 28, 2009

This Viagra commerical is lovely. Benjamin Button should take note.

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Thanks to Reub for the long-lasting tip.

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YouTube how-to: link to a specific spot in a video.

February 28, 2009

I just found out that when you send someone a videoslap, you can direct them to a specific timecode in a YouTube video if you add the timecode to the URL.

So a typical YouTube URL might be:

And if I wanted you to notice the cute voice of a certain talking mouse, a voice that occurs at 2m22 into the clip, I’d append that information (#t=2m22) to the URL.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxlCqZpm8wU#t=2m22

Isn’t that nice?

(Also, that clip is pretty cute, it’s a 4min math series for kids that I voiced.)


Belly.

February 28, 2009

I do not like it when people use the word “stomach” to mean “belly”. Your stomach is inside you; your belly is the outside. People say things like “I have a fat stomach” or “the baby is in Mummy’s stomach” and in my head I scream BELLY. That is all.


Hip-hop lyrics make a lot less sense without context.

February 25, 2009

Even with context they’re not necessarily great, actually. Luckily this blog is trying to stem the rhythmic tide of nonsense.

“I’m so dope I just jump in the toilet and flush.”
– Boots from The Coup, Bullets and Love

This is the least dope thing you can do. Only your ankles would get wet and then there would be toilet water everywhere. And what do you mean you just do this? Sorry, this doesn’t work for me.

Filed under: not dope

Found this on Metafilter. More here. I like the look of those Tumblr blogs. I was gonna make one, but then I didn’t. True story.


A random story from high school.

February 23, 2009

On the second day of grade nine I said a big word in Geography class. And this kid Josh Weiner (not a pseudonym) leaned over and whispered, “Holy cow, how old are you?”

I was 14, so of course I said, “Twenty-four.”

I thought it was obvious I was kidding, but he looked really impressed and said, “What the hell are you doing in grade nine?!”

I told him that I was really from Iran and came to Canada when I was 14, and when I arrived I didn’t know any English. So they started me in Junior Kindergarten; I gradually learned the language, and now it had been 10 years of Canadian education and here I was starting high school at 24. As I neared the end of this improvised absurdity, I was very pleased to note that somehow the math all worked out and there were no holes in my story.

Luckily Josh didn’t question me, because I didn’t know a single thing about Iran; I’m not sure I could even have named the capital city at that point. (That was why I needed to be in a Geography class.)

His only remaining question was why I looked so young, to which I breezily replied, “Oh, I use Oil of Olay.”

I was pretty sure by then he knew I was full of it, but the next day some other kid excitedly told me that “There’s a 24-year old in Josh Weiner’s Geography class!”

That was a satisfying moment.


A party, you say?

February 20, 2009

This is awesome.

Last week when I checked my mailbox, I found that my new neighbour had left me a note stating that he was having a party and to let him know if the noise was too loud. The problem I have with the note is not that he was having a party and didn’t invite me, it was that he selected a vibrant background of balloons, effectively stating that his party was going to be vibrant and possibly have balloons and that I couldn’t come.

Read the whole thing here. It’s so worthwhile, I made incoherent noises of joy while I read it.
Via MetaFilter.


My Art Director is Four Years Old.

February 19, 2009

“That’s not what I want. That’s a Brachiosaurus. I want a T Rex.”

This dude draws whatever his small daughter tells him to draw, and she almost always hates it.