Kids in the Street

This video went viral on social media today and is quite fascinating to watch. I just had to do something interesting with it.

Facebook Can Be Annoying

This is a cesspool

A cesspool of jealously. That is what Facebook is to me at times and which is why I like to stay away from it during my dark hours.

What I don’t like about Facebook:

  • Some of my “friends” have over 1000s of “friends”, many of them they don’t even know, while I can barely crack 300. Out of those 1000 friends, probably only ten are very close to you and the rest are there to make you look good. I know this isn’t a big deal but there is always a pang of undesirable jealously
  • Bragging posts
  • Complaining posts
  • Those long philosophical posts from my former teachers
  • Most of my original friend list is gone, with many having defriended me or having quit Facebook. Most of my friends are fake accounts made my me and my family, so it is actual quite a small list
  • I feel like my life is quite lame compared to others, but that is just me
  • Everyday I see someone getting married or having kids,  and I’m just like…still chasing the dream!
  • It’s getting to the point where everything I post is getting ignored and only “liked” by family members and one or two friends. I know I shouldn’t weigh heavily on such trivial things but the feeling of becoming more and more isolated is apparent.
  • Once I change my name, I can’t change it again for another 60 days, which sucks because I might get stuck with a name I don’t desire and have to suffer for two months
  • Who plays games anymore? Anyone who still does looks like an uneducated dullard. I get all of these game requests from people, including some from my ex-girlfriend that I ignore

It may be depressing at times, but I’m not going to quit Facebook. It’s still a nice place to catch up with loved ones and people you really care about. There are times when I just feel like disconnecting from the world and focusing on me, staying away from all the drama, but I still have to be connected or risk facing the boring reality. At this point I’m trying to be more career oriented and only post stuff that is really important – to me at least.

What’s In A Like?

Nowadays, any piece of submitted content on the Internet has some way of reciprocating a response, a way of interacting with the creator. There are likes, dislikes, retweets, reblogs, comments, shares, reaction buttons, plus ones, and so much more. We are encouraged to connect and show some love (or hate) for our fellow users.

But what does this all really mean?

Are there any special awards given out for having the most likes? Not that I know of.

It’s a frivolous thing in my mind because you don’t usually remember that like after having moved on with your day. It gets lost in the shuffle with all of the other meandering things going on.

What was the first thing I ever liked on the Internet? I could not tell you. It would have to be on Facebook because MySpace didn’t have likes and YouTube was still using the star rating system at the time. Maybe it was one of my own posts because I was so desperate for attention back then and the online world was a great way for me to branch out.

I suppose it really serves as a way of validating something, showing that you care enough to provide feedback. Without all of the rating and sharing options, there wouldn’t be any social experience. Liking blog posts tells readers that the post was read and they got something from it (most of the time). You know who is reading and who cares.



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Filling the Void


A life without a computer wouldn’t exactly be strange. I’ve gone through it before. Years before I even thought of having a blog or personal video account, life was pretty low key, pretty standard.

Still got the TV. Still got basic cable. Still got the Blu-ray player loaded with Netflix, YouTube, and Pandora Radio, so I wouldn’t be completely cut off. If I didn’t have my laptop, there would still be the local library to go to. I’m not fond of using a desktop anymore but it would work, even if the mobile luxury wouldn’t be there.

The moon and the stars would still be in the sky if my computer wasn’t here. Life would go on as usual. My online life may take a leave of absence but I would still be me, still be the dude with the messy hair and habit of cracking his fingers. Things would be even more quieter than usual. I’d be sitting on this couch of mine right now, just staring ahead at the room, listening to that cat yowl, seeing everything stay pretty much the same.

The life would be less technological and more sociable. I’d get outside more and try to meet other people. Finding a job from home may be difficult but I’m sure I could go to the classifieds and call up numbers.

The last time I had no computer, not even a clunky desktop, was probably sometime in 2009. It was briefly because one relative demanded that we give her our new Windows Vista computer because, quote on quote, “it was mine and you stole it from me”. That was definitely not true. I think she was just jealous that she didn’t have a good computer (an old junky Windows 98) and we did. So for a while, our family used an old junky Windows 98 until mom went and bought the computer that would begin an entirely new generation in my life: Windows 7. It was the first touch screen, all-in-one computer I ever had, and on that computer I discovered many sites that are now the entertainment hubs of the net, one of them being a very different looking YouTube. I started my first channel on there and uploaded my very first video.

Filling the void left by the absence of a computer wouldn’t be that difficult. There are still many things I could do. I’ve got the piano organ and guitars I could play, video games I could kill time on, cookbooks I could get inspired by, magic tricks I could practice. The computer may be the focal point of my existence now but it sure isn’t the only thing to me.

The feature picture is the full moon of January, the first one I will capture for a year long project of moons.

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Stat Pressure

Check the stats! Check the stats!

This is always the thought in my head whenever I open up my laptop and hop onto the account of one of my favorite Internet hobby sites. There is usually a strong resistance to actually do that at first, the fear of being underwhelmed or disappointed coming about, but then the pressure and nagging gets to surmounting so high, the curiosity at a peak, that I must see what has happened since my last update.

The reason for my initial fear of checking my stats everyday is because I’m afraid of being met with either bad results for the day or no change at all. The worst feeling I think I get is the fear of there being absolute silence in my feed, getting ignored completely. This greatly applies to my Twitter where I usually get no retweets or favorites on my tweets, even if I thought I put out a rather humorous and pun filled tweet – but in the world of high stakes social media, you have to think very differently to capture people’s attention. It’s not just about thinking outside the box, it’s about reimagining the box. Is that clever? I don’t know.

I don’t always check the stats on this blog, preferring to not be overwhelmed (or disappointed) by the numbers and pressure to conform to a set standard. Sure, the numbers are a great help in assisting me on my journey through the blogging cosmos, knowing how to avoid the asteroids that deter my path to success and catch a gravitational pull that has me sailing along, but sometimes I like to create posts on my own merit. It’s a lot more exciting to think of ideas that you have no idea will work, just to have some creative experimenting.

I usually go two or three days, maybe even more, without clicking the bell icon in the corner of the screen. I’m usually afraid to click it, afraid to find out how recent posts of mine did. I want that nervous feeling to die down before I actually update myself. Sometimes the icon is clicked by itself, caused by a glitch in my browser when I type on the keys in the visual editor (the HTML tab works fine), to my annoyance but relief that’s it’s over.

I probably should check out the main stats page of my blog every day and check my notifications to stay on track and get inspiration, but I feel like I don’t have to, like it’s not necessary to always have a numbers guide for me to operate. But when I don’t do it, I feel like I’m not using all of the tools available to make me a great blogger, as if I’m crippling myself by cutting corners.

So the real moral of this post is that you have to use all the available tools given to you to ensure success, instead of just relying on guesswork. That’s why there are Stats pages, Analytics, and other things to help you be the best that you can be. Don’t avoid them if you can, because you’ll only be hurting yourself. Success on social media, including blogs, is tied a lot to what people really care about, and that is reflected in the stats that are collected on almost everything. The numbers do not lie. Listen to them.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Shoulda Woulda Coulda.”

Tell us about something you should do…but don’t.

Leaving You My Legacy…Use it Wisely

I’m trying to imagine myself at the end of my life, which is hard because I like to think about the present and because I’m still so young. What’s my legacy? Will I leave behind a chest of riches in my will? I can’t say for certain, and its a long shot, but the wealthier side of my family most definitely could, but probably won’t. Will I have my name and picture all over old movie posters or written upon books and other creative works? Most likely no though it’s not too late to try. Will I always be remembered as the guy who figured out how to extend my tongue in order to lick my elbow? Perhaps if I get myself stretched out.

0527 Down the Beach

There’s no certainty that I’ll have anything to be remembered by when I reach the end of my life besides this blog that would be downloaded onto a high density SD card and buried in a time capsule with other stuff from my life. Someone could uncover that capsule, find the card, put it into some type of computer, maybe the obsolete tablet in 2125, and read about my life or what I did to try to impress bloggers on the Internet, which by then would be as easy as swiping at the air and bringing up webpages. They could then be led to all the other stuff I have left as legacies on the old net, such as my Facebook, Twitter, Google +, YouTube, Flickr, and now most recently, Vine account. They may or may not be impressed but most definitely could learn how my life was like in a world where traditional communication ceased to exist and a society of social outcasts have risen.

There has never been much consideration in my life to become famous, because I’m pretty content with my quiet lifestyle as it is and getting to do things without feeling bothered or the pressure to impress. I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be famous, because it sure is fun, but it seems so trivial when in the end we all die the same and don’t take the money or accomplishments with us to wherever we end up. And getting there involves burning some bridges, most of which I can’t afford to lose.

The only lasting legacy I could feel certain leaving behind would be my future kids (one named Liam, perhaps?) learning valuable lessons from me and knowing how to cope in their environment. One of the things they might learn from me is how to use the Internet in a safe and productive way and to avoid getting the deep depression that comes from the fickle nature of humans who ignore certain things and highly praise others. It’s not that important in the end. My other legacy to my kids would be them learning from me how to be good photographers and not waste a shot on anything. Look at the world like a photographer, see the shapes and lines, frame your scenes in your head or with your hands.

But the most important thing that I could very well be remembered by, maybe through my future ancestors, is all the lives I have inadvertently helped save by donating a portion of my blood-plasma two times a week for the last four years. There are people out there that are alive and well because of my heroic efforts, my unselfishness. Even if I am getting paid for my donations, I probably wouldn’t go through with it otherwise, it’s still nice to know there’s a part of me in a number of lucky individuals out there. That’s my legacy to the world, having helped sustain the human race. My life force literally lives in another person, copies of my own DNA mixing and mingling with others. Wouldn’t it be ironic if that person is my future wife?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Don’t You Forget About Me.”

Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.

Generation Tech

“Kids these days…”, they always say about the generation immediately following theirs. That’s something I’m already muttering in my early 20s at the kids that enjoy nonsensical pop trash and teeny bopper music and seem to have no interest in anything else. The kids born in the latter half of the 21st centry so far will never know what the world was like before the Internet and all of the social media portals out there. Kids that are setting out to have careers posting six second videos on Vine or using Instagram as a way to get famous and seem to think it’s the most important thing in the world, shutting out everything else, anger me, because I’ve think they’ve forgetten or have never known there was more to do out there, such as having a life outside. It’s the young kids or ones in their early teens thinking goofing off in front of a camera and making vulgar language is what gets them far in life…and it’s sad to say but there are career pathways for that and lots of money to be earned.

I may technically be apart of this generation since I was born at the start of the 90s and have grown up mostly in the 21st century, but I tend to think I’m from a time when the Internet was just a mere infant, television wasn’t quite HD yet, but fuzzy and kind of blah looking, and mobile phones were still big ugly bricks. When I think of my early childhood, I think of the shows I used to watch and when I look at the shows young’uns are watching today and seem to enjoy, I question them a bit because the programs just don’t look that good to me. Maybe it’s just my age, but it seems as if kid shows are more adult oriented now and way too modern looking with all the gadgets in them.

What I understand the least from the generation of people after me, or “Generation Z”, people born in the mid 90s to early 21st century:

How all of these memes and viral sensations get started and why I’m always one of the last to know about them. And why everyone seems to go wild over them and then as soon as something new comes along, they forget about it. Before 2005, the most exciting thing I could most likely find on the Internet was the dancing baby.

Why so many kids now are resorting to the selfie, the most narcissistic form of entertainment on the Internet. One or two on occasion is nice but when one dedicates a whole album or website to one, that is where things start getting weird. The whole “me, me, me” attitude and vibes of just wanting attention irritate me, but I’m probably being a hypocrite because I have done the same thing.

Why young kids are so into “Call of Duty”, “Minecraft”, and other games devoting entire fan clubs around them. On YouTube, the majority of gaming videos seem to be centered around those two games, which gets quite annoying for me. It’s also a bit annoying when there are entire channels devoted to one game, as if we have enough videos of them already. I don’t plan my whole day or week around playing these games and I’m sure not going to devote my whole life to them.

When I see kids with smartphones and tablets. Seriously? Start them at a young age, I guess.

What I can learn from the Zeds:

How to stay young, fresh minded and have a realist look about the future, knowing how to obtain goals instead of just flirting with them. It seems as if all Zeds have no fear at all when it comes to the idea of advancing in this world. They all want to succeed and aren’t letting any strings hold them back. Many of them know very well how to grasp an audience and build a brand in the digital age, as if they were born for it, and that is something I really want to get a hold of. The Zeds are also really big on entrepreneurship and being self-sufficient, and in a kind of world that is putting more pressure on one to take things into their own hands and be more creative, this is a skill that I definitely would love to hone.

I’m still not sure what generation pool I fall into. I could be a millennial (Generation Y) or post-millennial (Generation Z). It’s a bit of crisis for me. In terms of this post, I could be talking about what I least like about my own generation and why I just don’t seem to fit into it at times.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Generation XYZ.”

Think about the generation immediately younger or older than you. What do you understand least about them — and what can you learn from them?