Sunday, 13 January 2008
Let Me Tell You A Story About A Little Town Called America
I have now realized that it was my computer stuffing up...oh deary me, Chortle Chortle.
*ALERT: Before I begin my blog: Is anyone else having trouble with the Twitter site??? What has happened to it??? People must know what I'm doing every 5 seconds or I will finally realize that I am well and truly ALONE! Don't let me reach the edge, man!!!*
No, but seriously. Twitter, what's up? You've got a Community to uphold - step up your game.
If anyone finds out why it went down or why it is down or why I am asking you questions, let me know...comment!
I would call 2007 the Year that was Going to America, mainly because I seemed to spend an extensive amount of time there.
I had been on YouTube for a few months and was keeping a steady job as a receptionist at the same time. One day I went and saw The Prestige and realized I was wasting my life and my time. Yes, yes, quite a weird movie to have a revelation with, but I walked out with a completely different mindset. I looked at my best friend Emma and said: I have to quit my job tomorrow.
I spent the rest of the year wasting time on the Internet, developing infatuations with almost everybody and then sometime in 2007, in January I saw Mr. Safety's video about the last YouTube meeting in Hollywood and how the next one would be at Pier 39. I immediately decided to go... I mainly went to meet one person, but my excuse to my Mother, Parents and all involved was that I needed to meet the people who were talking to me about helping my acting career. What career!?
It was surprisingly easy to convince my Relatives that I was worth there hard earned money and went over by myself to the L of the A and then over to San Francisco. I remember looking around at the Terminal, at all the miserable faces, and I couldn't believe how any of them could be so unhappy when they are lucky enough to fly in a airplane! Woo!
I now know their pain and misery personally.
Long Story Short:
I had a great time at San Francisco, thought it was beautiful.
Spent about 3 weeks in Los Angeles living off other peoples kindness, went to Alabama to follow an unhealthy infatuation and then, about a month later, returned to create Environmental Videos with people.
What a depressing experience. As lucky as I am to be offered such experiences, living in a room day after day with no friends for 3 months during the EVIL HORRIBLE DEATHLY San Francisco Summer, is not so much fun.
I got to go to England and meet Kate and Jonty and Roz, and Geriatric. I got to spend quality time with Brookers and get to know her as a real human being - or at least poke around at the very tip that is the Iceberg that is Brooke's Soul. She is epic - and I say this in the most loving way.
The best part about the 3 months of the isolation was the week full of people in a little city, I like to call, New York City.
It was Summer, it was humid, it was pure sex in a little steamy glass bottle and I adored every shiny second of it. I got to hang out with more YouTubers - even though 777 was and will always remain in my mind a Nightmare that I never want to revisit.
I learned that America is all about Confidence, but I seemed to forget the True American Values that One Special Person lives by.
I picked up I Am America (and so can you!) at one of those adventurous News Agents at a Terminal while waiting for a connecting flight, and I must tell you to buy this book - not the illegally produced Chinese versions* - because no other book has made me cry laughing from just reading the Introduction. It is nothing short of glorious.
* That is a key joke in the book, if you don't watch Colbert or you are not Intelligent and Perceptive of Sarcasm, then you will not understand until you gain said perception.
Not only is the book cleverly Interactive, the Narrative runs very smoothly in your mind and giggles brim to the surface at all times.
Apparently the man behind Stephen Colbert has been through some tough times and I'm sure he is constantly confronted by Proud Red Blooded Americans who can't take a step back, look at themselves, society and history and go: we made mistakes and we're golden for it...or you know, a murky mustard color... So, good on you Sir and the Writers who contributed - you are Upstanding Fellows!
You can purchase Stephen Colbert's I Am America (and so can you!) at $16. 95 or so from: