Bad Words!

I have a particular stance on words that people consider "bad". When you look at intangible rules objectively (they were made up), you can easily see how stupid it all really is. "Bad words" are just a part of a big puzzle of crap that doesn't exist. Other pieces of said puzzle are time, patriotic rules (removing your hat blah blah blah), and the sanctity of life. These dumb rules give no one any advantage whatsoever, and there is no physical reason they should exist. I don't see these rules written in the sky anywhere. Why are words bad? They aren't; they're just arrangements of pronounceable letters. The only thing bad about using one of those words would be a possible negative connotation. But at the same time, you could say something without "bad words" with a connotation just as hateful --if not more hateful-- as that statement. The only thing anyone should be worried about, concerning speech, is the underlying message behind what a person is saying to them. Words aren't bad; don't be stupid.

Well. There's that.

ArtBucks

So here I sit after class at Starbucks sipping down my expensive girly coffee drink of some sort because it's too hot to actually drink for several hours. Maybe it wouldn't be that way if it didn't have this thick layer of (insulating, really) whipped cream right on top. There's the setting. Now you understand my life.

There was a short discussion in my English class about an hour ago about art, and whether it is still art if it is sold. Since It's only been an hour, I decided I'd permanently ink my opinions into the internet while it's still fresh in my head. Who knows? Maybe I can look back when I'm older and laugh at what a twat I (am|was). I just burned my mouth.

So here's how I think this whole art thing goes, and I'd like to say real quick that since it is art --not math-- there are no definite answers; just opinions. With that said, take this in as it is. Whether or not a piece or art (whatever it might be) is eventually used to create revenue is not what deems the piece to be "dead". I firmly believe that what the art was made for completely determines the way people should see it. For instance: Let's say that a specific rapper is a greedy wiener head and he wants to make some money. He or she knows that if one wants to sell their music, they are going to have to do some marketing research to determine what age groups and other demographics are going to eat up all of their bull crap. The problem with people who create whatever art they want is that there's only money if they just happen to make what other people want. A real piece of art should be made to express what the artist was feeling rather than what sells. In the sense that art is constantly sold in today's society, it is becoming more and more evident that art is dying. Everything you've just read is just my take on things, so don't get your britches in a wad. However, I have no objections to reading other people's opinions on the matter, as I am not a closed-minded twat.

Also, I just wanted to quickly paraphrase a little input my English Professor threw in to the conversation towards its end. His example of making art "for the heck of it (my words)" is the people who go through the city and night and mark everything up with spray-paint to spread a message. It's interesting that graffiti is one of the only well-known forms of art left that is made and left without a name. Credit isn't important to most of them. In typing this, I've kind-of come to the realization that everyone's actions are inevitably driven by credibility or money. It's all about wanting that fame that you'll never get. I'm sick of money; I'm sick of everyone trying to sell everything. I'd live in the woods if I wasn't a pussy.

Quick thought: money exponentiates a personality.

Assholes become bigger assholes; nice people become very generous.

Well, there's that. Follow this blog! I'll be more likely to update, and I'd appreciate it. I unmonitized this blog before I wrote this. ;-D

Max: The Deep Thinker

I like to make you think from time to time!

Midget Widget

Okay, this has nothing to do with a midget, but it rhymed. You understand.
YouTube just made a widget in which you can give someone the option to directly subscribe!!! I shall shamelessly plug this here now. Subscribe to my channel! =]

Awesome.

I am in a Wheezy Waiter Video

... and so it's true! He just happened to use my wink that I sent in and I almost passed out when I saw 27 unread emails! Thanks a whole lot Craig, if you are somehow reading this. Holy crizzap!

I Hate Your Dreams

By reading this blog post, you will hereby witness me subject to the lowest of the low in blog posts. I will now post about how I can't think of anything to post about. Really, I'm just post a nice little paradox example. It's funny how it all works out.
Anyways, I really do like updating this thing, and I mean that. It's nice to sit here and just start typing whatever comes into my mind at the time of my keystrokes because --A. It's permanent, yet revisable B. I can type fast enough to keep track of my thoughts-- I guess if you'd like to go more in-depth with stupid blog posts, you could say that typing whatever comes into your mind when you're bored is worse than this. WAIT, I just thought of one that could potentially be worse (depending on how interesting your brain is). Read on. Okay.
Dreams: A "pet peeve" of mine --funny, because I hate those two words together-- is when people feel that they most go on and on about what happened in their own dreams. The reason that dreams seem so cool is that you, the dreamer, literally visualized what was going on in your head (obviously). Apologies for the reoccurring dashes and parenthesis. I just decided that this blog post is going to be about stupid blog posts. Done; established. Back to dreams:
"Max, you won't believe the dream I had last night. YOU WERE IN IT. I swear. Well, we are on this gigantic inflatable pirate ship in what seemed like Toronto, Canada and you were trying your damndest to get me to try out the new jet ski! The problem was, I couldn't do it! I was too afraid that the dogs my parents had recently bought to do their yard work would call me really mean Shakespearean names that would make me really sad! They always were clever, but had a corrupt way of thinking. Damn dogs. SO, what you ended up doing was wrapping me in this really warm plastic so that I could barely move or even see out of it, and then you vaguely tap-danced right there on the spot! I don't know exactly what vague tap-dancing is, but it TOTALLY made sense to me in the dream. You must understand. After the dance, a zipper was unfastened like a button to reveal that you were actually the cleaning lady and I was at home the whole time and I had just fallen asleep while doing my psychology homework in which I had doodled all over. I don't remember anything else."

Stop it.

First HD camera!

Random video recorded on a Canon SD1400 IS. Yesss.

Un-monetizing

Well, here's something to type about while my coffee cools down.

MAKING MONEY.

Specifically from blogs.
Strangely enough, one of the first things I did after making my first post EVER on this blog was monetizing it (able to generate revenue). It was like that up until recently when I removed the ads. Why? There's no reason to have done it in the first place! There are two reasons for me: I wouldn't have made anything due to the lack of readers, and I don't want ads turning this party palace into a f*cking billboard. I was inspired to do this from watching the Social Network for the 5th time when they were discussing if THEY should put up ads yet or not. I don't know what this blog will eventually be. I don't have the slightest clue, but I like this blog. I hate ads a whole lot, so why should I make my [small amount of]readers endure them? They're gone! Yay.
By the way, I just uploaded a video on my channel for the first time in a month and I explain why my uploading schedule is currently as weird as it is. Check it out!

Later.

You like My Beard? Update

Finally, an update!
It's about video stuff; please watch!