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Bo knows Charlie Sheen

It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of Bo Burnham, and I just finally got around to buying his latest album Words Words Words online. I played it three times on my commutes to and from various clients today and a few specific songs stood out, some of which are on YouTube. Since it’s been a while since I’ve done a proper Bo-fest on here, I thought I’d go ahead and link to a few.

The first one actually got the attention of the woman in the car next to me on Ventura Blvd. I noticed her looking at my car and gesturing, so I paused, rolled the window down the rest of the way, and she told me how funny what I was listening to was, allowing me the opportunity to pimp Bo Burnham to a complete stranger. It’s also strangely timely thanks to the Charlie Sheen situation (to which Bo just Tweeted this). I saw it online a month or so ago and felt it confirmed that Bo’s not just a guy who can write funny, random, shocking material, but is truly insightful. Enjoy:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo9pU1q8sy8

More after the break…

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Creativity, distraction, and impatience

Occasionally I’m clever. Problem is it’s mostly spontaneous, short, and rarely useful. If I set out to do something clever or be clever I’m pretty much doomed to failure. But occasionally I stumble upon it.

A few years back (at least five) there was a post on the IGN Boards Vestibule (shudder) to post something completely nonsensical. I posted the following, which I wrote on the spot:

The earth really is flat, carried on the back of an octupus (of average size). The sun, which is also flat, actually revolves around the earth, flipping over at a rate of 1 googol per second. The moon (which, strangely enough, is round) is actually attached to the octupus by a giant string, and the octopus is using it as a yo-yo, but extremely slowly. The other planets are mostly illusions projected by the octopus’ older psychic brother, “sid” (not capitalized). The exception is Pluto which is, ironically, the home of Goofy, but, also ironically, this Goofy cannot talk. The planet, however, speaks in a thick, southern drawl.

Short, sweet, and arguably clever. I certainly thought so at the time, and elements of it capture my attention now. But what bugs me more is that I can rarely repeat anything of even this level, much less the exceptionally better writings that I’d love to create. Creativity astounds me, fascinates me, and earns my deepest respect. People who are creative fill me with awe, and I enjoy just basking in their existence. But inevitably I’m also left to some degree of jealousy, or at least envy.

I think my problem may simply be that I’m easily distracted and relatively impatient. I’m a perfectionist, and the catch with us is that if we can’t do something perfectly, we tend not to bother at all. When I start attempting to be creative and find myself not producing something up to my standards immediately, I walk away from it. What I completely ignore is that real authors, artists, etc. take weeks, months, or years to perfect their works, and I can only presume they all start with rough works that can’t possibly be up to their own standards. The problem is that knowing this doesn’t seem to help me. It doesn’t seem to put me on the right path. And worst of all, it doesn’t give me the idea with which to start. Perhaps that’s all I need is the kernel from which to work and I’ll have what I need.

Mmm… popcorn…

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Words

I haven’t posted anything for a while. This was, ironically, worth breaking my silence for:

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Kids make the darndest religious Internet sex references

My five-year-old daughter goes to a preschool/daycare that wasn’t, when we signed up for it, outwardly religious. We were careful to ensure a place that wouldn’t impart any specific religious biases on her so we can do our best to give her a well-rounded view of religion.

Without our choice, though, she was eventually transferred to a new chapter of the organization that was located on the grounds of a Lutheran church. And since then she’s been coming home with lots of interesting new “knowledge.” She won’t be there much longer.

Despite the encroachment on my daughter’s innocence, there is always humor to find in these circumstances, and this one’s great. Yesterday I picked her up and noticed some foam art pieces the kids had made in class of what is presumably God’s hands holding the earth. One child, however, apparently didn’t quite get the concept of how those hands are supposed to be positioned…

He's got the whole world... spread open?

Those of us who have been permanently blinded by the Goatse phenomenon should find this reference all too familiar.

Don’t you love it when religion inadvertently imitates disgusting Internet porn fetishes?

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