Talent
While procrastinating on preparing my LSAT class for tomorrow evening*, I was puttering around on YouTube and found this gem: Myspace - THE MOVIE!
It’s a movie. About Myspace. Made by some kids who are definitely younger AND far more talented than I am. I don’t “do” Myspace**, but I think I still got most of the jokes. I think the rule is, though, that if you have to *say* you got the jokes, you probably missed most of them. Whatever, I’m totally hip and you know it.
Best line: “You’re so good at eating pizza!” (in the Tom skit)
I visited the websites in the credits (this was an hour-long process—don’t click those links if you were about to go do chores or something), and it looks like these guys have been at this for a while. They’re kinda funny, and HELLA GOOD with the movie-making. I’m impressed.
Video-editing is one of those things I have a vague desire to be good at but will probably never*** get around to learning. Also included in this category are modern dance, photography, and playing the drums.
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* During which I’ll be teaching for THREE AND A HALF HOURS. Solid. Okay, with two five-minute breaks. But still. Leading a class by myself for two hundred minutes will be exhausting. Did I mention that the average age of the students in my class is probably thirty-something? Yeah. The grown-ups ask the hard questions, too. And they don’t want to get out early. Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful to teach people who actually want to be there and care about what they’re learning, but being peppy and knowledgeable and in control from 6:00 to 9:30 is absolutely draining.
** The fact that 95% of the layouts people put up on their Myspace pages make me want to throw up tells me I’m too old. Or too classy. We’ll go with that—I’m too classy for Myspace. I mean, sure, I have an account, but all it does is point here. Because Prepoceros is all about class.
*** Which reminds me—you’re lucky I found that video when I did, because you were about to get a lovely post on death and life expectancy that I spent most of my 40-minute drive home composing. (My iPod didn’t actually come today—long boring story.)
Seriously, if I don’t find another obsession really fucking soon, I’m getting some sort of professional help for this fear-of-death thing. In case you were wondering, spending most of your energy banging your head against a problem that *cannot be solved* and plunging yourself into the depths of despair 15 or 20 times a day (I kept a tally on my hand today—yes, I’m a dork) really takes a lot of the fun out of life. I know that sounds dramatic, but…gah. I would rather be obsessed with Tom Cruise. Or Star Wars. Or foot fungus. Ok, maybe not foot fungus. Maybe. But I think death sucks more than foot fungus.
Oh look, you got like a fifth of that post anyway. You’re welcome, internet.
Tags: miscellany, teaching