I feel like this is going to inspire nightmares of Rob Base, DJ EX Rock, Kris Kross, Sir Mix-a-Lot, Kurtis Blow and half the Digital Underground forcefully doing the Humpty Hump on my loved ones.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Rappin everybody
I feel like this is going to inspire nightmares of Rob Base, DJ EX Rock, Kris Kross, Sir Mix-a-Lot, Kurtis Blow and half the Digital Underground forcefully doing the Humpty Hump on my loved ones.
Confusing
If he hadn't disconnected, I would have said next: "STOP IT! STOP LAUGHING, YOU IDIOTS! ONE OF THESE DAYS YOU'RE GONNA DIE LAUGHING! JUST LIKE YOUR IDIOT HYENA COUSINS!!"
It was not meant to be, and we are poorer for it.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Opposite sex person
I was feeling somewhat philosophical tonight, so I went to Omegle to extinguish that.
I have a policy to never end a conversation. Baiting someone into doing so can be hard yet rewarding.
I have a policy to never end a conversation. Baiting someone into doing so can be hard yet rewarding.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
What air is
I don't usually admit obliviousness, but what the hell just happened here? I'm actually confused for once.
What is this I don't even.
Avril Lavigne is rolling in her grave
If anyone's curious, there's a really great version of Knockin' on Heaven's Door on YouTube, but it's in Portuguese.
(And I hate to go into "Don't explain the joke" mode here, but as we all know Bob Dylan wrote the song for the film Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid.)
Before I forget
The reason I posted a couple last night -- at a time in my life when I'm busy as fuck and distracted to all hell -- is because I got a couple of notices on the internet machine.
Phil Roland (Twitter @PhilRoland) posted a link with a little bit of praise on his Tumblr, which I accept gladly because I know he doesn't go around gladhanding people for shiggles. He writes about stuff and is alternatively funny, thought provoking, and very dark.
His post was re-tumblred, or whatever the fuck, by the person who does this tumblr, which is nice since a positive notice from someone you didn't already know is always preferable for some reason. So thanks, and now I've brought it full circle: you're reading me linking you about you reading and linking me.
I never want to be entertaining unless I know someone's looking.
Oh, and if I haven't already posted it, I'm on the Twitter, @scottowilliams. I occasionally wonder about why anyone would follow me, but if you want to, you can, I guess. Free country.
Phil Roland (Twitter @PhilRoland) posted a link with a little bit of praise on his Tumblr, which I accept gladly because I know he doesn't go around gladhanding people for shiggles. He writes about stuff and is alternatively funny, thought provoking, and very dark.
His post was re-tumblred, or whatever the fuck, by the person who does this tumblr, which is nice since a positive notice from someone you didn't already know is always preferable for some reason. So thanks, and now I've brought it full circle: you're reading me linking you about you reading and linking me.
I never want to be entertaining unless I know someone's looking.
Oh, and if I haven't already posted it, I'm on the Twitter, @scottowilliams. I occasionally wonder about why anyone would follow me, but if you want to, you can, I guess. Free country.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Bra measurements ≠ Baking measurements
Around this time, the conversation became more or less legit, although still heavily boob-centric. She seemed like a really nice girl, but technical difficulties ended our conversation prematurely.
Story of my life. Meet a nice girl with cartoonishly large breasts, find out she's half a world away (Australia), lose her never to meet again.
Sigh. Goodbye, Rebecca, goodbye Margueritte.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Perhaps the reason for this site.
I'm in the middle of re-writing my second play for the umpteenth time. It's been incredibly hard for me to get motivated to work on it. Lately, I've been so exhausted with school and work that when I get home I just want to veg out on the internet and not do anything productive. Hence, I find myself on sites like Omegle.
I can totally see where this person was coming from. But when I signed on to Omegle, tonight, I thought to myself, "Is it possible for me to dabble around on Omegle in one window while I work on the play in another?" I concluded pretty quickly, no: Omegle is what Marshall McLuhan would've called a "hot" medium (or alternative, "fucking inane") as the participant's attention is strictly directed at the screen. You have to pay attention to your conversational partner, or the whole thing goes downhill.
This guy was taking long pauses between statements, and leaving "Stranger is typing" messages up. and as I've said before, I don't like typing while other people are typing, it makes me uncomfortable and usually ruins the conversation's flow if the person is actually saying something. So I keep waiting for him to finish his thought, while he fiddles around with his little story instead of doing the honest thing and saying "so tell me about yourself" while changing the window over. He could've made me take charge of the conversation and not led me around. But that's only half of what bugs me.
As I have mentioned, I am a writer. I'm writing. I have a project I should be working on. Not a "school" project -- essentially a leisure one, albeit one with a specific goal. But I logged onto Omegle knowing it was going to demand my full attention. Multi-tasking is for chumps who don't know how to prioritize. And when I'm here, on a fucking friday night when I'm already super self-conscious about how pathetic my life is because I'm on Omegle, the last thing I need is for this stranger to make me sit here while he's in the midst of typing something that might not get said for five or ten minutes. God damn.
What an asshole.
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