This blog details the ramblings and outbursts of Oliver Orr, an almost average teenager living in a small town on Long Island, NY. In it, he hopes to enlighten some and infuriate others, as both modes of being can help us learn and grow as people. Oliver understands that his limited world view due to his age might, to some, lessen the impact of what he says, but his rebuttal is that what seems to be lack of experience is really just an altogether different experience.
Okay, I found this awesome thing. It's been floating around the internet for five years, but, miraculously, this is the first time I've ever seen it. You've probably seen it already, geekier sects of my hypothetical readership, but for everyone who hasn't, this is a very neat experiment in the recent fad of crowd-sourced productions (meaning a work of either dramatic, artistic, or literary presentation based off of feedback from an audience--the crowd, therefore, is the source.) Lindsay "The Nostalgia Chick" Ellis is currently experimenting with a novel produced in a similar fashion (which you should totally check out as soon as you're done here: It's called Fifty Shades of Green.)
This particular example echos the famous Raiders of the Lost Arc: The Adaptation, a shot-for-shot remake of the classic action-adventure film done by a bunch of kids in their backyard with home made special effects over the course of years.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, here's a really neat little bit of internet cooperation that I found endlessly amusing and I'm sure you will, too. That is, if the words "but I was going to go into Toshi Station to pick up some power converters" means anything to you at all.
Okay, so the news that's breaking at the moment is that the second of the two terrorists responsible for the Boston tragedy was apprehended in a boat after being discovered by helicopters equipped with heat sensing cameras has been shot and apprehended. First off, hurray! One more disturbed criminal off the streets and behind bars is one less terrorist for us to worry about in these trying times.
Secondly, there was another boat that was searched first. And therein lies my story.
I... I just don't know anymore. I used to think that there was some good left in modern American culture, or at least pop culture, but even that has been shaken to its core. To preface: This truly is a tragic day for all of geekdom. Prepare your torches and pitchforks and set your sights on Hollywood, because I have a premonition that this development will be the straw that breaks the camel's back. I mean, one can only take so much before the pot boils over, and I think the gas on the burner has just been turned up to the crucial setting. "Is it truly the Apocalypse?" shout the cowering masses as panic begins to grip the crowded streets. "Can the rumors be true? Surely there is some mistake?!" Brother, don't I wish. Don't I wish that there was some mistake--that this really is some cosmic blunder. But no, it appears that the ghastly rumors are true. The worst nightmare has become reality. J. J. Abrams is putting Jar Jar Binks in Star Wars VII.
"Oh, Jesus have mercy! Run! Forget the children! Save yourselllvvvess..."
I know that it's fashionable these days to "tag your triggers," but seeing as how I founded this blog for the ultimate purpose of subverting trends in the twittersphere, I shall skip the trigger tagging and simply say that, if anyone reading these rambling rants has been making it a point to avoid the trending topic of marriage equality (which I fervently recommend against considering it will undoubtedly prove to be one of the defining Supreme Court cases of my generation), please, read at your own risk.
For those of you sensible enough to stay well informed, you can continue at your leisure.
