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Watch… With a Grain of Salt

Weather you are on line all day like my self or just enjoy skimming through blog posts chances are you rely on the web for the majority of your media intake. I just watched MMII’s “History" piece and want to preface my reaction by getting a few things straight: Im not posting this as some paranoid blogger or whistle blower alerting people that google is the big bad brother. As some one involved in marketing specifically on line these stories fascinate me.

That being said: of corse people are consuming more media via the web particularly news from un-cited sources. Thats really nothing new. It does not make it right but Perez Hilton has been claiming speculation as news for years so has fox and ESPN, sensationalism moves papers. I guess for me I don’t think where you get your news is news worthy. The big thing about the story that rubbed me the wrong way was the ominous voice and guerilla inspired cinematography, to much doom and gloom for a non story. If you choose to get your news from un-substantiated sources, go for it. What do I care if you think Tom Cruze is gay or China is behind 911. The bottom line is this; in the digital realm the old print adage holds true, don’t believe every thing you read. 

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i remember when i 1st got the Thriller 25 CD and i used to leave it on repeat while i slept

the Vincent Price interlude always woke me up O.O

“This is Vincent Price. Michael Jackson is the Thrillerrrr *chuckles* can you DIG IT?!”

*maniacal laughter*

worst thing to wake up to in the middle of the night, i swear lol

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Animation: @spaghetti-is-upsetti

Voiceover: @dave-wong

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One of these women was supposed to get married on Saturday, but it fell apart: slowly over the last few months, and then all at once on Friday afternoon. When I finally realized the weekend was going to deviate rather wildly from the plan, I was sitting in my car listening to “Bohemian Rhapsody.” It had just started to storm – rain pelting my windshield – and the bride was standing under her portico, all dressed up for the rehearsal. High heels. Hair curled. Full makeup. She was talking to the groom on her cell phone and smoking and I knew.

So instead of getting dressed up and walking down the aisle, we spent Saturday packing up her things while singing along at top volume to Billy Joel’s greatest hits, drinking beer, and eating pizza.

I also got to use my murder voice.

“You know that scary voice you do? When you’re angry? I need you to use that if he shows up.”

He did not get out of the car.

When everything was packed and done, we went back to the hotel, ate (some of) the wedding cake, and got very drunk.

These are some of my favorite people on the planet.