What Max Now Has

Grocery Geek

Shenanigans at my Minecraft Server

Rusty Star

So, You Can Ask Me Questions

If you follow this link, you can leave anonymous questions, and I will answer them with a video response!
http://vyou.com/sticks

5 Ways to Be Happy

How to Find Diamonds in Minecraft 1.2.3

     For the first few weeks of playing Minecraft back in Beta, I was too much of a wuss to go and find diamonds, not knowing much about them.
     Finding diamonds is simple really. Here is a video I posted about how I do it, and it only took 12 minutes!

Enjoy.

I Have a Lot of Free Time

Max Makes Music? Alliteration?

No, and yes. I did make this song here, but I'm new. Hopefully it's not terrible, and I appreciate people giving it a listen. http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/459238

Thanks!

Lampy Strikes Back

Cat Cookie (Olan Rogers)

Whispers

Watching Dan with David

I worked hard on this one!

Standards

     It's been a really weird day. Looking over everything, I can only notice that  it consists of petty first-world problems. My lack of outgoingness, my grades in my Management course in college, and still living with my parents at 19 years old, to name a few.  It's silly how we subconsciously assess what we have, and then build standards on our lives from it. If I came from a poor family, I may feel exactly like I do now if I worried about how I would pay for food, or I would worry about my successful business losing some money this quarter if I happened to be a man of business. Standards. They're imaginary. Made up. You know; everyone's standards for themselves are totally different. No one likes to say this, but who decides what is trivial? In theory, wouldn't factors that contribute to if we stay alive or not take precedence? The tables in this world turn, because our standards are all completely different. They're just made up. Pondering all of this, only one question keeps ringing in my mind like an annoying, persistent "friend" from high school who has my phone number (another example)... How can I break free of my life's standards?

This isn't my best work.

It really isn't my best work. Not clever either, really.

Who am I?

     I define the difference between a nerd and a geek as a focus difference. Nerds focus on practical subjects and are more associated with intelligence. Geeks fixate on a particular hobby or course of study for no particular reason, and know the ins and outs of it. Nerds seem to be a specific brand of geek; The kind of geek that will make a lot of money later on. That definition makes sense to me, except for other specific hobbies. If this reasoning applied, then all people who were good at sports like football would be geeks. By definition, they would be geeks because they know a lot and are physically seasoned in a useless game. Pretty much all hobbies are useless, so I'm not poking fun. They were the popular kids in school, so I'm not so sure the public would consider them geeks. I think it's a mix of little definition and a lot of varying speculation. Like... fashion. If you take fashion seriously, then take into account the fact that mullets, at one time, were acceptable. I don't want to hold geekiness to a double standard like that. I refuse to take it seriously.
     By the way, I completely went off topic from what I wanted to originally talk about. Then, I forgot what I originally wanted to talk about. It turns out, "Max's Memory Dump" might be the perfect name for this blog after all.
     Thanks for reading.

Garden Pathing

Mustachio

Andy Mckee, Antoine Dufour, and Stephen Bennett sure know how to cameo.

Introducing... Minecraft NPC (Now Irrelevant)

Since the creations from NPCs exist and the NPCs themselves do not, I poke fun. Respect to Minecraft though, of course.
Template:

Here's a couple I cooked up real quick...

Thanks for looking at any of my posts. It's appreciated. Come back sometime.

PUNISHMENT

Compilation of Crap

Youtube Survey

Beard Elephant & English Sucks

Uh, Hi

Job-Inventing

Max sounds like this when he thinks about stuff:

     I've thought of everything I possibly could about my living, and I've always come down to the same conclusion. I need to invent a job.
     By saying this, I mean that I should either be self-employed or make money in a way that no one has ever done before. Creating an original job would be difficult seeing as The Simpsons probably already did it. I'm thinking along the lines of my talents. I'm not so sure that this will be an easy endeavor, as few of my talents could ever possibly be marketable. I have good hand-eye coordination... Nah. I've recorded and edited 102 Youtube videos... I consider myself a good editor, so that will probably come in handy later. Yeah, I should probably make money doing that. Local commercials would be really cool. Every time I see a commercial in these parts, it makes me sick to my stomach. These companies probably pay a "professional" loads of money do use a crappy camera and throw together some clips and text. I could do that. Rhett & Link seem to be quite inspiring lately. Love those guys. That's a command. LOVE THEM.
    But seriously...
It sounds like it's going to be best for me to major in media at West Virginia State University. Their media program is very film-oriented. I think I use hyphens too much. Marshall University's media program is fantastic, but print journalism, unfortunately, will die, and I'm really not into radio. I don't have the voice for it either. I don't really listen to it either. I'll stick with my interests.
    and of course... There's always the possibility of a lucky break to catch. Maybe my YouTube videos will catch on one day. I have a decent amount of subscribers in a year, so I just need to persevere. Maybe I'll  decide to be an actor. I haven't ever tried acting, besides being an idiot on YouTube. Fun-Relevant-Fact: Zach Galifianakis was actually majoring in media before he decided to act. He dropped out two years in, but yeah...
     It sounds in likely in my own head, but many people I've had the pleasure of small-talk with in recent years has told be to try stand up comedy. I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm really into stand up comedy. Not necessarily my own, but others'. I could give you a list of my favorite comedians in different genres, etc. So, naturally that suggestion from these small-talkers (there's that hyphen again) has been getting me excited. There's a Funny Bone comedy club near me. There's an open mic night and everything... For that kind of stand up, I would only have to write about ten minutes or less of material. I could do that. I mean, this whole stand up comedy thing would definitely go along with other possibilities under the "lucky breaks" category, but it's possible. I'll figure something out eventually. I'll just not f*ck up in college, for now.

Thanks for reading.

Feeling French

     With this post comes a specific inspiration in mind, but a general message nonetheless.

     A second ago, I finished watching the film Amélie. It's totally French; you probably couldn't tell or anything.

     After watching, I had this sudden large rush of inspiration to learn the French language. I'd never really wanted to learn it before. I took Spanish in highschool. Point being, good movies seem to have a lasting effect onto things I want to do. Here's another example for perspective: After I saw the Social Network for the first time, I wanted to go and learn a bunch of programming languages and whatnot. Also, people feel like they can kick ass after they watch a Jackie Chan movie. "I wish somebody would mess with me right now!". That last one probably got you.

Anyways,

     I can't help but wonder what it would be like to watch movies to keep doing everything you do in your life. The inspirational effect from movies seem to last the whole day after you watch. It's crazy how that works. What if a person watched movies about hackers every day to get better grades as a Computer Science major? I think It could work, given there are an assortment of movies to not get tired of. 

     Here's another thought I had a second ago.

     What if, after viewing an inspirational movie, you stay awake for as long as you can? Would the effects of the movie stick around until you pass out? I don't even know, but I feel like I need to conduct an experiment in the near future, seeing as I'm quite useless at the moment. 

Thanks for reading.

Pittsburgh with Friends

Outtages, Arguments, and Baltimore

Minecraft during Pizza

     Hello, you small amount of readers!
I have a previously frozen pizza brewing, and I thought I'd take these incredibly long minutes to talk about Minecraft. I don't think I've spoken about that game on this blog before, so I just... will. Now. Alrighty then.
Minecraft is beautiful in many ways, but one of those ways sets it apart from it's brothers and sisters. Anyone who checks the gameplay out for the first time is going to question whether it's even worth (whatever the pricetag might be).
     In addition, it doesn't take long to notice that everyone around you loves it, and that there happens be a super-gigantic community all over the internet of people who play it.
For example, I searched for and found the song "Moar Ghosts and Stuff" by Deadmou5 on youtube, so I could listen to it while playing Minecraft. There really isn't a reason that I listen to it specifically, but I do appreciate some background music. In the top-rated comments of this video/song/thing, there was a comment that said something like, "This song + Minecraft = godly". Though I do agree with that comment, I still found it super strange to see that as a top rated comment, and I had never felt more surrounded by other "Minecrafters".
     At that point, I had already decided to try and play on some servers out there. Playing the game with other people is seriously another whole different experience. I find that servers are more about epic building than the whole "surviving and thriving" mode that single-player offers, so everyone is always hoping to 1up the next person. This type of atmosphere most often leads to amazing results.
I mean, have you ever seen a pixel portrait in Minecraft? That should be proof enough.
I think I'll take this pizza out in a second. I'll probably devour it too.
and then...

MINECRAFT

Brain Crack Chat (100th video)

Number 99

Red Freegin' Truck

Lampy!

Changes

Geekness: Standup Comedy

Day of Birth!

NAMES and WORDS

Forward Mush!

Cheesy Love for the YouTube Community

This post is exactly what the title suggests!
I've been given recent inspiration to make this, as Wheezy Waiter's been a big help recently. Yesterday around 8pm, Wheezy Waiter happened to like a video of mine called, "Take On Oatmeal". I made the video about a month ago and it was based on a video he made a few years ago called, "Take On Chores". Right after I made it, I set it as a response to Craig's video, but that video did not automatically accept responses; they had to be approved my him. Yesterday, he approved the response (Mine is the only current accepted response to that video), and pressed the LIKE button on it! When someone does that, it shows up in their channel's "Recent Activity" box and on the front pages of everyone subscribed to him. So, my video was on roughly 300,000 people's home pages as well as his channel. Needless to say, I did an epic happy-dance.

This is what kind of thing gives me hope for the community on YouTube. Small things like "liking" a video or accepting responses can help so stinking much, no matter who you are. This is also the reason I like to feature people's waves in my videos. I love it. If you're reading and upload videos, make sure to lend a helping hand every once in a while, as it can easily make someone's day. It might even change one's life. As always, DFTBA. :)
-Max

Wanna See My Room @ My Dad's House?

Minecraft Song

This is different.

This Is Life

Below is a playlist of 4 videos that I uploaded today. I hope they were worth something. Thanks for watching.
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Pee Farts Stink-Butt

I'm too ashamed to sleep

It's very late. If I'm up it's because I'm thinking.
What a shocker; I know.
Naturally, I'm a worrier. I'm not proud of it, I'm just acknowledging this fact, as it may preface anything I'm about to write.
It seems like every possible situation in my life, that I can think of, turns out negatively. There usually seems to be two different kinds of depressing hypothetical situations playing through my mind. The first being that I'm going to be depressed later on because I will have failed at how I'm supposed to live my life. Honestly, I'm not feeling to great right now, but I can see it getting worse. The second possibility is that I do what I can to ensure a good future, but I would be forcing depression on myself now for a "better tomorrow". The thought of that makes me sick. I feel like there is some solid information that everyone else knows, and my lack of common sense continues to keep away from my grasp. By the way, my common sense is horrible. I over-analyze everything. Anyways, I'm very lazy, and that makes everything worse. It may be hard to believe, but being lazy is no way to be happy. I'm ashamed that I'm lazy, but I have no will-power otherwise. On top of all of this, I'm not really too confident with women. Not even close. I don't remember the last relationship I had that I actually initiated. I feel more like a total loser right now than I ever have in my entire life. I feel that everyone else is speeding past me and doing what they're doing while I struggle with all of it. I rarely feel like I'm ahead of the game. With anything. I am constantly presented with fantastic opportunities, and I do nothing. I am the guy you hear about that is an idiot because he ignores things that are great. Did I start off wrong? Did I dig myself into a hole I can't climb out of? I can't even figure that one out either. I'm going to stare at my ceiling for a few hours now. Thanks for reading.

Palindroming

What was Senior Trip like??

LEIK THIS.

My Handwriting

Learning Stuff

Oil of Epic Proportions

Thoughts on Blog Posts

     I recently considered what's going through the brain of the poster, and the brain of the reader. I'll use myself as an example:

     I've always been a huge fan of Bo Burnham, and have kept up with his blog since the beginning. Honestly, it got to the point where I would be happy about anything he posted. I really wouldn't even care, because I thought it was nice to see that he cared to update and still existed on the internet. Although his YouTube presence is pretty dead... he's definitely still around on the internet.

     In addition, I also considered my feelings toward posting these blogs. I always feel like I shouldn't be posting unless I have some profound thought in my head, or maybe a discussion-stirring topic to present. I now know that that isn't necessarily true. I'm sure there is at least one person out there that is happy that I post SOMETHING. Blogger shows you your stats. Numbers don't lie. Though small, the numbers are there.

If you are reading this, I thank you. Why else would I post anything? I'm glad you read my blog, whether it's just this time, or if you have been regularly, or if you plan to continue reading in the future. I appreciate that someone wants to hear what I have to say... blog posts, in this situation.

     Thanks for reading.

Video Response Waves

Yessss.

I am super happy about the responses I got on today's video.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, watch my newest video and everything here will make sense. Just control+click the link below, and it'll open in a new window.

Video: Corn Cob Conspiracy

Anyways, there are like 4 responses! Heck yes. I actually expected there to not be any at all for the first few times I would ask. I love you all so much right now. For all those that are wondering, you can submit the same video to whatever the newest video is if you want. I can only pick one per video, so just keep posting responses to the newest video; even if you already made it as a response to a previous video.

I can't remember how many times I posted my WheezyWaiter wink until he picked it.

It took forever!

I'm much less poplular, so you won't have that problem.

Again, thank you so much for supporting me, because I love making these videos 3 times per week, and encouragement just makes it all more worthwhile.
<3.

-Max

Corn Cob Conspiracy

Wow. Appease me if you want.

Wheezy has his Winks

I will have my own "thing" in my videos. It's soon to come.
In tomorrow's video, I will announce something viewers can submit and will be seen in the beginning of my videos, much like Wheezy Waiter's winks. Be sure to watch for it, and submit your... well, you'll see. Thanks for reading.
-Max

:)

woohoo yay wow

Exclusive #1 - An Explanation

Yaaaay!

An Idea! (read, maybe please)

In response to the previous blog post:

I just thought about uploading videos to Youtube. There are settings that you may mess with before it goes live on the internet. For instance, you can make it public, viewable by a link, or completely private. What if I made videos (other than MWF out of the week) that could set to viewable by link... and put them here! I'll have to call those something so that you know it's one of them. I think this isn't a bad idea. They'd be stupid videos, but I don't care too much. They'd better than my VEDA videos though. They'll be with my good camera. I might edit them. Who knows?
Tell me what you think.

Thanks,
Max.

Exclusivity

So, I have this plan to make my Facebook can page have content that you can only see when you're there. I want to implement this because there really isn't much of a reason to join unless you want to say that you're a fan on Facebook. The trouble is, I'm not so sure what I should be doing on that page to make it unique in that regard. On here, you can read things I type... as appetizing as that sounds. There, I'm not sure. The only thing I could of think of would be to randomly upload webcam videos every now and then. The problem is, the audio on my webcam is really really bad. Like... you wouldn't be able to understand me. So, I think when I get some money, I'll invest in a webcam just so I can do that. It'll be like a 3rd channel to upload videos on! That sounds tiring. Regardless, I love to make videos, whether they are heavily edited or not. I never considered myself to be a very artistic person, but if it counts, I'm the best at making videos. Not to say I'm good, but I'm just worse at other things. I'm okay at music, I suppose. Thanks for reading.
By the way, I'm uploading a video today entitled, "Take On Oatmeal". It's a parody on the music video of... something. You'll just have to see; I don't want to ruin it. I sort-of worked hard on it. :)

Thanks,
Max.

Ze Wheezy Inspiration

Well, here's this. I love you guys.

Apology

A few months back, I used to post things that I actually wrote in this blog. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry that all of my posts are just from my YouTube channel. At this point in time, school has been crazy, and I've been needing to pay a whole lot more attention to it. Never fear though, as I will be writing in this thing like crazy this Summer. I'll be living alone in a different city. I'll have lots of time on my hands. Thank you for reading, and I appreciate your attention. I'll be uploading a video tomorrow on HeySticks, and I suggest you watch if you like my videos.

Thanks,
Max

Questions. Also Answers.

Brother Wins at Fuzzle-Dee Ball

House in a Tree

Spinning Around, I Got This Funny Feeling

Paying It FORWARD

Rebecca Black is DEAD, according to deductive reasoning.

PRANK FACING

This is Rediculous

Madness! [3.26.11 / Vlog 12]

Slippery Boar Oil

Purr Jammers [3.23.11 / Day 9]

Random Lobster [3.22.11 / Day 8]

Youtuber Thoughts [3.21.11 / Day 7]

It's a Bull Boon! [3.17.11 / Day 3]

InterDependancy

I hate that I'm so dependent on the internet. The only reason I'd really like to not disappear is that it's how I get my videos up for everyone. It sucks though, because my home's internet is down at the moment. Right now, I've driven to the mall and I'm sitting in Starbucks uploading my 3rd vlog. It's annoying. There's people everywhere, and I have a headache. You may expect some nature-walking in vlog 4 (today). By that, I mean walking into the woods for awhile. I'll probably do it. If you watch my vlogs, thanks a bunch. I work very hard on them. Bye!

First vlog of the series!!

Weigh In! [I'd appreciate it.] =D

HeySticks - Lost The GameBoy

I made a song! It's terrible, so download it free here:
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/404152

Right-Brained; Left-Handed

I'm right handed, but I want to write with my left hand. It's just something to do.
I don't know any people who write with their opposite hand, so I'll do it!
I think I'll update every now and then and post a picture of my "works".
Enjoy.

Dump-Taking

Pee'd Oh

My New Look

Here's the new look. I wear plain shirts and always look like I haven't shaved in 5 days.

Satan Sweater

Men. Also, Women.

     People make Max angry. MAX WANT CRUSH PEOPLE!!
 I figured you would enjoy my textual, hulk-like entrance into this post. The subject line of this post surprisingly leads you into a relevant post for once, as I will talk about people who talk about the differences between men and women. Why is that people think their opinions on this subject will intellectually matter? When a debate ensues in this manner, the ultimate bias is always in effect. I'm referring to the fact that pretty much everyone is either a man or a women (anatomically speaking). Honestly, if you haven't yet experienced being in the middle of this debacle, then I hope you're immune to headaches when it happens. Usually, you're either a man or a woman. Taking a stance on an argument, with proper credibility; being unbiased, seems to be pretty impossible for.... anyone. At least, that's what I continually observe. It's interesting to watch people try to appear as though they are unbiased. My English class works just like the latter statement. For a short while, It actually seemed bearable, and then I noticed one key factor in the class's absurdity: Every single person --and I actually tallied in anticipation of being right-- supported only their own gender. Most of them were citing credible sources. Sure, but they didn't really bother to even check out what the other side looks like, did they? Here. I'll sum up what happened to ease with this complex visualization.

     "Woman are illogical creatures that rely on emotion to do everything they ever do!"
     "Men are stupid cavemen who fight and have sex with everything. They think with their wieners!     Also, they mature slower at childhood."
     
     Does it count as paraphrasing if it more effectively describes what the original speaker was blabbering about? I obviously don't agree with either statement.
     I only like science, really.

    

Typing with Thoughts

     I'll just go ahead and briefly discuss how much more awesome typing fast is that slowly. I'll ignore the obvious. It's quicker. heh.

     What I'm hinting at is that collecting your thoughts requires a lot less effort that you would think. As I type, I'm actually staring off into the distance and typing just about as fast as I can gather a thought, which is nice. It's pretty interesting considering that this keyboard under my hands didn't exist at one time. I wonder how people would manage. Shorthand? The reason that a lot of my past blogs have been a little "ranty" and off-topic is because: A. I type as I think. B. I rarely go back and revise my ideas (which is bad). Don't get me wrong, I only post this kind of work on this blog or something similar and unnecessary. For this kind of publication, I like to leave it as it is... Sort of letting it out in it's 'raw' form. If I turn something in to my English professor, I revise the hell out of thing --assuming I don't do it in the last minute--. If you aren't an amazing typer (I'm not saying that I am), you are more likely a very good at text messaging. Anyone reading this is probably my age and owns a cell phone. You can text. You're fast too. Didn't you find, that when you could text faster, that you could stay with your thoughts pretty well? Your thoughts come and go, but it's still possible to stay with them to an extent. I think a little slower than I normally would when I'm typing, honestly, but it fascinates me that it works that way. I never thought it would be possible to just follow my thoughts with my fingers, and therefore creating something physical that could be saved permanently.It's truly amazing. Respect, Gutenberg.

     I hope the servers don't go down.
Also, I'm not in Starbucks.

Pokeweird: ShitRed

I came across this rather lengthy story on stumbleupon (knowing me, it's expected), and merely reading it has changed my whole day, and how I see older video games. Creepy, really. Please read it.

link:
Pokeweird: ShitRed

The Stress of the Future

     College makes you think; gets you depressed at times. I can't help but to worry about what's coming up in life, and the more I do it the more I believe that it's completely inevitable. Well.... shit... man.

     I suppose a similar idea was engraved into my brain upon watching Dazed and Confused for the first time. It's more than just a stupid hippie movie, somehow. The reason we go through all of these schools and get jobs is to have more hope that the future will be better as a result of the current struggle. I constantly have the depressing thought that this struggle will keep going no matter what. I can't help but imagine me living my whole life preparing for something in the future. I don't want to do that all of the damn time. If it's going to be my whole life, what's the point? I mean, it's like: Alright, I have to make good grades in middle school to get my parents off my back and so that it'll be a habit by highschool, but that never  happens. Gee, I'm in highschool now and not a single adult I've ever met is shutting the hell up about how I can't screw up now! Everything MATTERS. Now, I have a mediocre highschool record, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing here in college. What's next? A "career"? Then, a raise? Then kids? Then saving for retirement? Then bailing out my failure offspring? It will never end, so I'm not seeing a whole lot of benefit of saving a bunch of shit up for the future. I'd almost rather barely get by my whole life, honestly. At least it's unpredictable and full of experience of some sort.
     Dammit, I'm in Starbucks again. They need to change this song, it pisses me off. The weird song is "Dance Me to the End of Love" by Leonard Cohen, apparently. Bye.

Cold Feet. [Biking]

     I mean this title literally; in relation to mountain biking. I am a mountain biker. It's true. This is for the people who really want to go ride and are not sure how they're going to stand the horribly cold weather. It's just a little bit of advice that may keep one going in the winter. If there's anything I've learned about being unprepared and riding in the cold is that your feet will suffer 4x worse than the rest of your body. Really. When I came back from my first winter ride, I was letting out mini-shreaks from possible frost bite. I don't like thinking about it. My friend, Wes, told me of a most excellent method for prevention.

Here's how:

     You're gonna wunna find some think wooly socks to wear. We all know that everything's colder when wet, so let's make sure no moisture collects in these socks. Find a random grocery bag and stick your now-socked foot into that; put this new foot-concoction into your bike shoe!
It sounds dumb, and I'm sorry, but it makes the world of difference for one's feet.
Crap, man.

Happy winter riding!

Sickly Thinking

If you watch, you're mind will be opened... then filled with toilet water. You know you probably might maybe want to.

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!