Too much time on my hands.
If you ever wanted a case study of how art on Tumblr loses attribution, you could do worse than this pic by Nation Of Amanda, which was blatantly ripped off by Ninoish, who then had her rip-off ripped-off by Kickass Lesbian.
The point is Nation Of Amanda rocks and everyone should stop stealing stuff. Wasn’t the whole point of a democratized culture that everyone pitches in?
Hot Knockers: Cam Smith: Amazon.com: Kindle Store
oh my god i wrote a book. i am so glad i called it HOT KNOCKERS because that will never come back to haunt me ever, i’m sure.
There was once was a guy called O’Shannon,
Who worked as assistant to Carl Barron,
He’d pick up his dry cleaning,
And ascribe his life meaning,
By racking his DVDs from JB to make him think he was really popular.
If you think that social media, despite the name, hasn’t made us less social than ever… you’ve got rocks in your head.
Exhibit A: Sexting. Back in my day, kids played doctor. Now they play e-health. Thanks Stephen Conroy.
Exhibit B: Letters. A dying artform. Nobody writes them anymore. When was the last time you saw a J or a W?
Exhibit C: Remember the good old days when there was no way to determine who was actually right in an argument so people shot each other?
Exhibit D: Smartphones. Or should I say Dumbphones????
Exhibit E: There’s no PLUR anymore.
Exhibit F: Time was you could drive your Chevy to the levee and have a cool glass of levee water. Nowadays, the levee is dry.
Exhibit G: I don’t believe in an interventionist god, but I know, darling, that you do. Would an interventionist god really have allowed social media?
Exhibit H: Cybercrime is bad for movies. Will we ever again see the likes of Vince Colosimo’s Neville Bartos or the good LaPaglia’s Badness?
Exhibit I: iPhone, iPad, iPod. This really is the iGeneration. Self absorbed and unconcerned about fluoride in the water supply. Hmmmm. I wonder why.
Exhibit K: The rise of social media directly correlates to the decline of the art of the callback.
Exhibit L: Losers. Used to be you could tell them by their side-flap hats. On the Internet you could be talking to a loser and not even know.
Exhibit M: In a Skyfall deleted scene it’s explained that the reason Javier Bardem is so pissed at Judi Dench is because she unfriended him.
Exhibit N: We are never, ever, ever getting back together? NEVER, Taylor? What if there is a nuclear apocalypse and we need to repopulate?
Exhibit O: “OOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooo” - a banshee before social media. “ur dead lol” - a banshee now.
Exhibit P: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers? What the fuck is that on about? Is this really newsworthy, lamestream media?
Exhibit Q: I feel like the resources devoted to invisible cars and grappling suspenders could probably be better spent on cancer research.
Exhibit R: Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-Rasputin-ah! Lover of the Russian queen! That was a bad romance. Makes you think.
Exhibit S: Not enough sky falling in Skyfall. Not enough driving in Drive. Not enough canes in Citizen Kane.
Exhibit T: Imagine if there were this many exhibits against you in a proper trial. You’d be like, “Enough! You’ve rumbled me pumpkins!”
Exhibit U: I guess you could say that this is the U (YOU) Generation, because for these kids it is all about YOU (me (them)). You know?
Exhibit V: V For Vendetta! Thank you for your services to goatee hiding!
Xzibit X: I heard you like having your street cred sapped by social media, so I put some meme in this tweet so you can meta while it tapers.
Exhibit Y: More like Generation Y Not? As in Generation Y Not Not Work, am I right? Get to work, Generation Y!
Exhibit Z: How come nobody was like, “Isn’t it weird that Don Diego and Zorro have the same moustache?”
And THAT is why social media is making us less social than ever. I rest my case.
Yo, I’m Godzilla! Nice to kill ya! More deadly than Obama, I’m your Fujiyama mama!
I’m highly evolved cos of nuclear mutation, DJs in the club got me on high rotation.
Swing my spiky tail cos I just don’t give a fuck, if ya don’t want green on blue I suggest you better duck.
Pissing in the hot springs, these mothras got me plotzing. Serve ‘em up on noodles with a sprinkling of hoisin.
Get up in the craw of a King Ghidorah, that mother got three heads so he’s quicker to bore ya.