Google buys YouTube for $1.65 bajillion

seriously, a bajillion and a half, plus

No shit. And the countdown begins to the black dawn when Sergey and Whatsisface will put YouTube on ice, as they’ve so long dreamed of doing. So much for all my lovely videos.

White ‘n Nerdy, we hardly knew ye.

how to make a celebrity sex tape

The hardest working man in show bizSurprisingly, you don’t have to be a celebrity to make a celebrity sex tape. You don’t even have to know a celebrity. You don’t even have to be able to pick a celebrity out of a lineup (hint: it’s the thin one with the eyeliner, the PA, and the short attention span).

There was a time when the word “celebrity” meant something. A time when you had to achieve something great in the world in order for someone to look up to you and care what you had to say. Celebrities were the kings and queens of our modern times. Nowadays, celebrity status is easy to come by. You could be the son or daughter of a rich person, you could get your nuts caught in a vise while your friend videotapes it, you could whine on a webcam or you could be a washed-up former child star. You could be anybody and be called a “celebrity.” Which brings us to the subject of this article.

When word leaked that Dustin Diamond, Screech from TV’s “Saved by the Bell,” was shopping around a “celebrity sex tape” of himself and two ladies with a penchant for shit on their upper lips, I began to question the use of the word “celebrity.”

Well exactly. In the perfectly modern, perfectly meta economy of the 21st Century you can become a celebrity by making a celebrity sex tape. Film Threat has all the how-to’s for you (via Defamer).

Best of luck on your cinematic debut, and don’t forget the little people; not everyone is Ron Jeremy, ya know!

Operation Global Media Domination: not goodbye, but au revoir

TIAand here I am again!

Thankfully, it appears that none of you particularly missed me. Hits took a slight dip on Friday, as they always do, but you came back like swallows to Capistrano or, more likely, alcoholics to the saloon, on Sunday. For this I can thank Mark FoleyMark Foley, Mark Foley, Mark Foley, Mark Foley, the trailer for 300, Ohio Northern University, the FW 109, Colin McEnroe’s Blogging On class at Trinity College in Hartford, CT, Technorati‘s front page (finally broke the top 30,000!), and Steve Irwin, who is still dead at 44.

Note, if you will, that my post about Foley‘s IM transcripts, which quotes from and links to ABC‘s complete transcript, actually outranks the ABC post it refers to in searches on ABC.com.

I don’t know what WordPress is drinking, but I’ll have one!

Lord of the Rings…by George Lucas

Well, think about it. After the last three, is this really that far-fetched? Thank god for small, Kiwi mercies.

Viggo vs Evil Elf, a trip in the wayback machine

Aragorny, eh?

Stop me if you’ve heard this one, but here’s a little something I wrote for North Country Public Radio back in 2002, when several crazy American strangers decided that nothing would make them happier than to fly me back East to meet a Danish-American movie star.

So they did.

There are so many reasons this trip is impossible. So many GOOD reasons. It IS impossible. But of course that has no bearing on the situation whatsoever; we are dealing with Americans here.

It must be pretty good; their previous record hits in a day was 700, and this went to 3500. When the hits are down, mention a Danish-American movie star, Beautiful Agony, Mango Porno, the blogs of murderous Goths, or, apparently, Foley‘s emails. Sure winners, every one. 

It could be some time before I’m back online (although, given that I’m in Ontario, it can be no more than fifteen seconds before I’m in the vicinity of yet another television with the volume up high) so this should tide you over till then. 24,000 words, if memory serves. Plus bonus photos!