Mal And Belle: Mundane Monday

Around mid-day, Mal finally woke up from his sleep.

Mal has the lifetime wish of being the emperor of evil. Therefore, it only makes sense that he wants to get a job in the criminal department.

There wasn’t a job available yesterday, but today, there’s an opening. The classifieds are weird like that.

So while Mal sets down the paper and celebrates by watching TV, work ends for Belle.

After receiving her paycheck, Belle, being good, wants to donate to charity (like Alice famously does). But Belle is tired; getting up early last night didn’t help her much. But I insist that she makes a donation so I can have her do something interesting.

Meanwhile, Mal is watching TV for ideas on potential world domination.

After a while, though, he gets hungry, and gets up to eat something, when he spots…

… the leftover salad from last night.

Having the slob trait, Mal has no qualms about eating the rotting, maggot-infested salad.

After his less-than-nutritious meal, Mal decides to get a head-start on his criminal career with some aerobic exercises…

… followed by some air guitar and gorilla poses.

Mal cools down in the shower, and then plops back onto the couch to watch something… er, non-criminal-related.

Pet Tamers, Episode 9

Well, this episode goes without saying. Except that you’re going to need to start reading from the first episode before this will make sense.

PET TAMERS

Episode 9: Cross Sections

JASON’S HOUSE. AFTERNOON.

CHRIS: You know, it’s been how many days since Maggie, Shana and Pete got kidnapped, and no one’s been talking about it at all.

JASON: The police have probably been keeping this under wraps.

CHRIS: You can’t keep a kidnapping under wraps. What about their parents? What about their friends?

A serendipitous knock on the door.

JASON: Who could that be?

Jason opens the door. Standing there is CHELSEA, who was last seen in Episode 3.

CHELSEA: What did you two do to her?

JASON: To who?

Chris suddenly looks up.

CHELSEA: Maggie. She wasn’t at school today, and no one said anything. You two did something to her, didn’t you?

JASON: See, Chris, someone noticed.

CHRIS: You didn’t say it.

JASON: Say what?

CHRIS: Whom. You said “to who”, not “to whom”. You made a mistake! You just made a grammatical mistake! Ha! This is awesome.

The words WHO and WHOM appear onscreen.

CHRIS: Wait, no! No! I take that back!

JASON: “Who” and “whom” are two commonly confused words. They both ask about which person you’re talking about, but how do you know which to use?

While Jason was talking, the background has changed from Jason’s living room to a white, featureless room, with Chris being the only other person with Jason.

CHRIS: No! I don’t want this to be educational! Turn it back!

JASON: The answer is the prepositions. If there aren’t any prepositions like “to” or “from” at the beginning or the end, then you use “who”. Otherwise, use “whom”. Just look at these two sentences.

Two sentences appear with blanks: ____ ARE YOU? and ____ ARE YOU TALKING TO?

CHRIS: Oh, why? Why do you do this?

JASON: Chris, can you tell me which word to use in each sentence?

CHRIS: What are you, Jason? And who are you talking to?

JASON: Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong. The first is WHO are you, but the second one is WHOM are you talking to, because of the “to” at the end.

CHRIS: Knock it off with the education thing! Hey kids! You use “he” for guys, and “she” for girls, but what if you don’t know if the person is a guy or girl? You could say “it”, but that would be impersonal and rude, so you combine all three pronouns together and say “shi-

JASON: YOU IMBECILE!!!

The white background is replaced with a black background. Chris is suddenly suspended over a pit of spikes, while a long sharp spike is pointed directly at his throat. Jason stares and floats ominously overhead.

JASON: Don’t you EVER try to ruin THIS SHOW! Don’t you EVER say such naughty words, or MOCK MY WHOLESOME LESSONS!

CHRIS: Where am I? What (gags and chokes, as Jason’s stare intensifies)

JASON: If you EVER cross me AGAIN, you will be GONE from this show. FOREVER. DO YOU HEAR ME?

The spike edges closer and closer to Chris’s throat.

CHRIS (turning blue): Y-y-gah-uh-yehhsssggg…

JASON: Good. (the background becomes lighter again, Jason faces the audience) Nothing happened, kids. You didn’t see anything scary happening. I mean, look at me. Don’t I look like a nice guy? You can trust me, right, kids? Oh, by the way, you’d say, “he or she”, and never “they”.

CHELSEA: They what?

The background is once again Jason’s living room. Chris lies in the floor, gasping for breath, Jason stands as before, and Chelsea looks curiously at the two.

JASON: Nothing, Chelsea. We were just about to go looking for her ourselves. Right, Chris?

CHRIS: R-right. (gasps)

CHELSEA: Did Chris pass out all of a sudden? He was fine a second ago.

JASON: Oh, Chris is just like that. He’s always doing silly stuff. Don’t you, Chris?

CHRIS: (stands) No, no I don’t. He—(suddenly slips and falls)

JASON: See? That’s our Chris.

CHELSEA: Look, I don’t care much about what you two are doing. But if you have any idea where Maggie is, then I’m coming along.

JASON: But Chelsea, it could be dangerous. They’re being held hostage by an evil gang of criminals.

CHELSEA: Er… I’m not going to ask why and how, but Maggie’s my friend, and I have to make sure she’s safe. Plus, I have something I have to tell her.

JASON: What’s that?

CHELSEA: (pulls out Maggie’s cat Lucy) That I finally found her cat.

Jason looks at Lucy, and then smiles.

JASON: Come on, Chris. I’ve got an idea.

CHRIS: Good, good. It’s good that you come up with good ideas. All good.

CHELSEA: I hope he isn’t always going to be like this.

JASON: Oh, you’ll get used to it.

MUSIC PLAYS, FADE IN FADE OUT to the AIRPORT.

MILES: Well, here we are at the airport. What now?

RUSS: Mr. X told us to go to the airport and dress properly.

MILES: What do you think he meant by “dress properly”?

MAN (offscreen): Blast!

Miles and Russ turn towards the sound. Two familiar-looking men are here, standing over a broken suitcase.

IMPORTANT-LOOKING MAN: Darn you, Benkley! I told you to handle those suitcases carefully!

BENKLEY: Sorry, sir. But a disassembled jetpack is very heavy.

MAN: Well, then just leave it! We’re going to miss our flight, and I have plenty of money for another jetpack. Too bad I don’t have enough money for a new valet!

BENKLEY (as the two rush off): Frankly, sir, did I ever mention how much I love this job?

Miles and Russ watch the two men walk off. They turn towards the suitcase and head towards it.

RUSS: Disassembled jetpack, heh? And look, a carrying capacity of two.

MILES: Talk about a lucky break.

RUSS: But wait. There’s no fuel in it. We need to get some jet fuel.

MILES: Well, this is an airport...

CUT to a MAINTENANCE ROOM. MILES and RUSS are wearing maintenance uniforms, looking around while a thick hose pumps jet fuel into the fuel tank of the jetpack.

MILES: This was actually pretty easy.

RUSS: Just so long as those maintenance guys don’t wake up.

GUARD (walking onscreen): Hey! You two! Do you work here?

RUSS: Why, of course we do.

GUARD: Could I see some ID?

Russ digs into his pocket and quickly hands him the ID. The guard studies it carefully.

GUARD: Wait, you look nothing like this guy!

The guard looks up, but Russ and Miles and the jetpack are gone, leaving only the hose leaking jet fuel.

GUARD: Gah!

The guard races over to the pipe control valve, desperately trying to shut off the hose. He fumbles with the various hoses, trying figure out which of the several dozen hoses leads to the working hose. He starts handling the valves, testing each one in succession until one of them turns easily, shutting the hose off. Satisfied, he then pulls up his radio.

GUARD: Security! Two unknown individuals running up Runway 6!

The guards rush into the maintenance room and out onto the runway, but Miles and Russ have already started their takeoff. The guards pull out their guns and start shooting, but the two gangsters have just barely managed to get away.

MILES: Good thing that guard spent all that time trying to shut off the valve, instead of trying to stop us.

RUSS: Yes. If he had just called in, there’s no way we could have outrun the mass of security guards running after us.

MILES: In fact, if they hadn’t been so prompt, and waited until you were struggling with the jetpack to show up, it would have been a really sad statement about the security of our airports.

RUSS: Speaking of jetpacks, do you know how to drive this thing?

MILES: Me? How should I know how a jetpack works? Besides, you’re doing a pretty good job right now.

RUSS: I’m just pushing whichever buttons get us out of here.

MILES: Well, don’t stop. We’ve got a long way to go to get out of here.

Miles and Russ ride off. Don’t worry, the payoff to this arc will come eventually.

Unbirthday Presents

I love getting packages that I buy for myself. Because they’re just like… well, read the title. Course, real unbirthday presents would arrive on every one of my unbirthdays, and most of the unbirthday presents that do arrive are for my parents. Not to say that I’m jealous, as they’re typically either pathetic coupons, bills, or invitations to a private retreat. Actually, that last one doesn’t sound too bad.

Well, four days ago, on Tuesday, I ordered a graphics tablet on eBay. They sent it on Wednesday, and I expected it to arrive in three days’ time. Sure enough, it arrived today. The postal system has never failed me. I don’t know why everyone makes such a deal about lost packages. Maybe that’s just TV Land.

So, I got my graphics tablet, and the first thing I had to do with it was to try it out. I put pen to plastic, and within an hour, I had created something that was actually… pretty bad. I had basically just started doing a face, starting with the eye, but no sooner did I zoom out that I realized that it was going to suck. Just look at it…

I started out with the basic anime-style eye, because I’d never done one before, and I saw someone else drawing it and thought, “I could do that”. And then I started shading it. Ugh. Important lesson in art styles: NEVER mix the two, except for deliberate effect. There was NOT meant to be an effect here, and so it fails. If you look at a real eye…

… you can see that there’s no difference between the “anime cornea” and the “real-life cornea” as I imagined it. Again, the lesson here is “do your research before you do something different”.

Also, I didn’t draw an eyelid either. And the eyebrow is too low. At least I put the bridge of the nose in the right spot; that counts for something, right?

And in case you’re wondering, here’s the full picture as I discarded it:

Updates

Major lack of optimism this week. I just haven’t been as productive as I should, I get anxiety over that, less productivity, more anxiety, et cetera et cetera ad infinitum. Then one day, some awesome piece of news comes out, some online game gets release, or someone finally releases an anticipated sequel. Then I get energized, and back on track.

So, while no one was watching this blog, I updated my Windows Live Writer version. It’s spiffier, although a bit too shiny. I wonder how shinier future software will appear. Maybe they’ll produce metallic monitors, so we can actually see the shine.

Also, I started another project. I’ve always had a love for the classic songs; the songs from the 50’s, 60’s, 80’s, and 90’s (the 70’s, not so much). So I started taking all the songs that have been number one on the Billboard Top 100 list, and arranging them into consecutively into a medley, 2 seconds for every week on top. Right now I’ve gone from August 1958, the start of the list, to April 1962; the medley is over 6 minutes long. It’s a fun listen; I shall upload it sometime to either the crazy “Windows SkyDrive” that replaced my private sharing folders, or to YouTube, where it will surely surprise all my anime-loving subscribers. If anyone asks about copyright, I will claim fair use. After all, the longest (so far) a song has been in the #1 spot is 9 weeks; I hear a song in 2005 lasted 16 weeks. I don’t know if I’ll get that far, but YouTube does a pretty good job of putting up all the #1 songs, so I’ll just keep going till I get tired.

Pet Tamers, Episode 8

Authors will generally tell aspiring writers the exact same rules: write well, write often, write with a passion, and rewrite just as passionately. Now, although I've been told I write well (mostly by people who love me), and I write more frequently than anyone in my immediate family (I've checked; my sister comes close, though), and I do generally enjoy writing on a blog, I just don't rewrite well. Louis Sacher says rewriting is the key to good writing, but I enjoy the spontaneity of my work, and I think that my thoughts generally receive enough stewing time before being recorded. In my more "private" works, I'll spend more time rewriting, but for a serial parody of dumb kids' shows, good writing is not the point (which actually is the point). Also, since I do a lot of rewriting in most every work of writing I make, and a lot of regretting in every work that isn't rewritten, I think rewriting has grown on me. So, long intro over, it's time for:

PET TAMERS

EPISODE 8: Pass Key

EVENING, IN SOMEONE'S CAR. LET'S SAY JASON'S.

JASON: We're almost there.

CHRIS: I still don't want to be here.

JASON: Once we get to Green Peaceful Industries, we need to find Tricia Voigt and ask her to help us. We need allies.

CHRIS: This is pointless. We should've just called the cops.

JASON: The cops are busy. But it's as the gangsters said: they're going someplace where no one can ever find them.

CHRIS: So why are we asking Tricia for help?

JASON: Because my gut intuition tells me that whatever top-secret project she is working on, it will help us find the gangsters and free our friends!

CHRIS: That would be such a huge coincidence.

JASON: Don't worry, Chris, old buddy. We'll find them.

CHRIS: Don't call me "buddy". Ever.

The car arrives in front of the headquarters of Green Peaceful Industries.

FADE to the interior of Green Peaceful Industries. All of the workers wear bright, colorful clothing and cheery smiles. The lobby is filled with natural plants, waterfalls, and rain forest sound effects.

CHRIS: What kind of business is this?

Jason ignores the question and turns to the receptionist.

JASON: Excuse me, ma'am. Can you tell me where Tricia Voigt's office is?

RECEPTIONIST: Yes, go head down that hallway over there; it will be the second-to-last door on the right. Have a nice day.

CHRIS: That's it? You're not even going to ask if we have an appointment?

RECEPTIONIST: We at Green Peaceful Industries have time for all visitors.

CHRIS: Don't you do any work here? What gets done here?

JASON: Come on, Chris. Let's not waste any more time.

CHRIS: But I have absolutely no idea what's going on here!

Chris reluctantly follows Jason down the hallway.

Meanwhile, in a PRISON CELL, the two gangsters Russ and Miles sleep in their cell.

Miles shifts in his cot slightly, then opens his eyes. A noise is coming from the floor.

He groggily bends over, puts his head to the floor, and jumps back when the tip of a pickaxe pierces through the floor.

MILES: What the-

The hole gets bigger, about the size of a quarter. A voice whispers:

VOICE: Hey, you. I'm getting you out.

MILES: You... you are?

VOICE: Yeah. Get your friend up as quietly as you can while I get this hole bigger.

Miles tiptoes to Russ's cot, and nudges him slightly.

MILES: Hey, Russ. Wake up. Someone's here.

RUSS (loudly): Don't just stand there, get them!

MILES: No, quiet, Russ! Someone's here to free us!

RUSS (louder): Why, those stupid kids! They had to leave us behind!

MILES: Wake up, you stupid fool! Be quiet!

RUSS: Huh? What? Where am I? Stop touching me, Miles! You can do that in your own time.

MILES: Someone's breaking us out.

RUSS: They are? ... Well, I told you something would happen.

The hole is now fairly wide, but the mysterious helper has not revealed himself.

VOICE: Come on, hurry before the guards notice.

INSIDE THE HOLE, it is still dark. The SHADOWY FIGURE stands to the side, while the dark figure of MILES appears from above.

MILES: Oof!

VOICE: Careful!

MILES: I can't see a thing!

VOICE: Just follow my voice.

RUSS lands beside MILES.

MILES: Why are you helping us? Who are you?

VOICE: I am your friend. The Mallards know you betrayed them. You'll need all the friends you can get.

MILES: You know we are members of the Mallards?

VOICE: "Were" members. Come, and I will explain everything.

RUSS and MILES follow the VOICE.

INSIDE the HALLWAY of GREEN PEACEFUL INDUSTRIES:

CHRIS: See, that's where I'm confused. We couldn't have visited that scientist before you attacked those gangsters, because nobody had any idea what I was talking about. But we couldn't have visited him afterwards, because nobody besides us could have visited him.

JASON: You do a lot of frivolous thinking. Do you know what "frivolous" means?

CHRIS: Yes, I know what "frivolous" means. I am a high-schooler, you know.

JASON (stopping): Here we are.

A name plate on the door reads "Tricia Voigt".

JASON: Tricia Voigt.

CHRIS: Thanks, I can read just fine.

JASON opens the door, which echoes ominously in the pitch-black empty room.

CHRIS: You should knock first.

JASON: Hello? Ms. Voigt?

There is no reply, though the sounds of typing echo from within the room.

CHRIS: Excuse us, ma'am, do you mind if we turn on the lights?

JASON (entering): Tricia?

CHRIS: I think she would have heard us the first time. She's probably not in.

JASON continues into the room, and CHRIS helplessly follows.

They enter the darkness, footsteps echoing in the dark, and typing growing louder.

PAN across the room to reveal a small patch of light from a computer screen. ZOOM in on the screen, and a dark figure sitting in front of it becomes apparent.

JASON: Tricia?

FIGURE: Hmm?

The FIGURE turns in her seat, dramatic lighting awash her face.

FIGURE: Oh, sorry.

The FIGURE turns on a nearby light switch, revealing that the expansive room was really no more than 10 feet long, and is in fact an ordinary office.

TRICIA: I was just playing on the computer; I prefer playing in the dark. Sorry I didn't hear you come in, I just can't figure out what to do with these cards.

JASON: So you're Tricia Voigt?

TRICIA: Yes?

JASON: Did you know a scientist named Eno?

TRICIA: Eno? Eno, Eno. No, no Eno.

JASON: He told us you were working on a top-secret project for Green Peaceful Industries.

TRICIA: Then I suppose you wouldn't be surprised if I said I had no idea what you were talking about?

JASON: No, it's all...

CHRIS: Ha ha, I see what you did there. Come on, Jason, she's not going to tell us. Let's leave her alone.

JASON: You were a student of us. He was the one who gave us these whistles!

TRICIA: Whistles?

CHRIS: Oh, dear. You just have to drag her into it.

JASON: We're the Pet Tamers. Well, two of them. Our job is to--

CHRIS (interrupting): Can I hide in the corner and pretend I don't exist for a few minutes?

JASON (con't): --save the world by blowing into these special whistles and turn our pets into super-powered champions!

TRICIA (placidly): Really?

JASON: Yes, really. Do you know what "placidly" means?

TRICIA: ... What?

JASON: Because you said that rather placidly.

TRICIA: Oh. Well, not only do I not believe you, however much it would make sense given the recent disasters and sightings throughout town, but I have also never heard of Eno or scientists making whistles.

JASON: But you have to believe us! And you have to help us get our friends back!

TRICIA: I don't even know who you are.

JASON: I'm Jason. And this is Chris.

TRICIA: Last names?

JASON: Oh, they're not important.

TRICIA: Well then.

JASON: No, they were never important. Our last names wouldn't have any meaning to you or to anyone.

TRICIA: If you say so.

JASON: All right then. My name is Jason Key. And over there is Chris Smith.

CHRIS: My last name is Jackson.

JASON: Well, now it's Smith. So will you help us, Tricia?

TRICIA: Look, I appreciate your interest in me, but I'm not interested.

JASON: Okay then. Let's go, Chris.

CHRIS: What, you're not going to shake her down?

JASON: She'll join us later.

CHRIS: You say that so calmly, so resolvedly.

JASON: You mean, placidly. Do you know what "placidly" means?

CHRIS: Oh, shut up.

MEANWHILE, at A WAREHOUSE far from the prison, the strange FIGURE emerges, remaining in silhouette. RUSS and MILES walk out, looking around for danger.

FIGURE: My advice for you: find out where the Mallards are staying, and then stay as far away from that place as possible. Change your identities if needed. Most importantly, get someone to protect you.

MILES: You haven't told us who you are, and why you're helping us.

FIGURE: I am a friend. That is all you need to know.

RUSS: We need to know who you're working for, or at the very least some assurance that this is not a trap.

FIGURE: I'm afraid I can't give you either. But I can tell you where to go for now.

RUSS: Where?

FIGURE: The airport, tomorrow at half past ten. Dress properly. Until we meet again, gentlemen.

MILES: Wait! Even if you can't tell us your name, can you give us something we can call you?

FIGURE: You can call me X.

RUSS: X?

FIGURE: Deus X.

The FIGURE bounds away into the encroaching night.

Mal and Belle: Wake-Up Call

So, we left off with Mal and Belle sleeping, after their first day.

Around 2 AM, Mal wakes up, even though he is still tired. In spite of common sense, Sims can't sleep on the sofa; the best they can do is nap for 3 hours.

After waking, Mal decides to have a midnight snack.

After that, he decides to get back to reading that romance novel. Mal doesn't feel quite as uncomfortable, now that Belle isn't watching him.

Ho ho, he's in for a surprise.

Belle comes walking in like she's possessed, sits in front of the TV, and starts watching a nature show. Mal puts his book away in great annoyance. Can't a guy just be left alone to read a book?

Eventually, sleep catches up with him, just as day breaks.

So he heads off to bed, grouchy and discontent.

Meanwhile, Belle wants to work on her charisma skill, so she can charm everyone in Congress. She starts working on her serious poses...

... and her innocent poses.

And when the carpool pulls up and honks her, she's off in a flash.

For she has a dream. A dream to unite the town, to end injustice, bring hope to mankind...

 

... to hold a beacon of light to peoples of all nations, creeds, and dress colors, to give everyone a chance to succeed...

... and most importantly, for everyone to be her closest, bestest friend!

And so, daringly, she enters the courthouse, destiny approaching her.

Wait! There's nothing in the courthouse! It's just an empty building! Ha ha ha! You just got suckered, Belle!

Talent? Success? No way

I come up with a lot of great quotes, mighty sayings that I want to get out to the world. I think other writers must save their quotes until they can wrangle them into their essays or short stories in a way that doesn't make them conspicuous.

So, I was wondering about the correlation between talent and success, came across a blog post about whether talent matters, and I thought:

People forget that the world is not run by God, but by other people, and that talent is not a gift from God, but a label. Talent is a way of saying someone else is different; that's all it is.

Fad in, fad out

Well, results reveal that my YTMND is slowly creeping across the Internet, mostly by seeping through Twitter and forums. I'm betting once the week closes, and "Frodo jumps on it" gets removed from "TOP RATED THIS WEEK" on the main page, viewership will die off, and it will fade into everyone's memory.

And NO, people are NOT downvoting this; it is STILL at 4.7, and is more than likely going to retain its place in the top 2 or 3 pages of top rated YTMNDs of all time. For that reason, I'm going to predict that it's going to not be a fad, ever. Allow me to explain with my unpatented, unproven, and uncopyrighted explanation on how fads work:

Basically, a fad has to inspire people to mimic it. They must revel in it, and want to revel in it; it has to be funny, and be open-ended. Let me unnecessarily expand upon this with a metaphoric model: the Hook, Line, and Sinker model.

1. Hook: This is the level of intrigue and interest. Anything that's funny usually has a hook, being the punch-line, but anything that appeals to an audience can be a hook. For example, it's not expressly stated as a fad, but a lot of sites deal with familiar kid-friendly characters and giving them a lewd slant. The sex is the hook. Indeed, a lot of fads involve sex in some way, even when they're unfunny. That's the hook at work.

2. Line: This is the potential for being expanded upon. If there's a situation that can only be framed in one context, or if there's no possibility of adding to the original, then no one will add anything new -- no one will follow the line. If a fad has no Hook in it, then it's a forced fad; no one was intrigued by it, but the line has been drawn out. If a fad has no Line in it, then it can't even be called a fad; the meat on the Hook will just spread out and dissipate. Literally, a lack of context the fad can wrap around.

3. Sinker: It must be possible to top the original. If the original was awesome or perfect, then no one will want to imitate it, for fear of looking like a wannabe. If the original was just good, but not awesome, than it will feasible for someone to try and top it. They might fail, but there's always the possibility, right?

I may have to revise it a bit, seeing as how the current 4-chan Max fad started with a highly-rated site.

Now, if you landed on this site because you were excitedly looking for more info on frodojumpsonit.ytmnd.com, let me reward you for coming here with these exclusive jumping Frodo avatars:

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What's up, YTMND?

Well, yesterday, I mentioned that I posted something to YTMND.com. Its ranking was around 4.7, and I expected it to drop even lower.

Well, no. It's stayed there. It once got down to 4.6, but now it's recovered. I was not prepared for that. By the end of the day, it's had 4000 views, 237 votes, and 75 favs. It went off the "Up and Coming" list still in second place, and still resides on second place in the Top Rated This Week (first place is a site revealing the "illicit" practices of the website's founder, and is currently the highest-rated site in the history of YTMND; unlucky timing on my part).

Well, a Google search reveals that, no, my blog is NOT one of the search results of "Frodo jump on it" (but it will now! heh heh heh). But so far, the results show that it's popped up on a Twitter account, the signature of a forum user, and Buzzfeed.com.

Now, it's also been something of a goal of mine to make something that reaches a sizeable popularity on the Internet. For the record, yes, it was partly my intention for other people to make spinoffs ("fads" in YTMND lingo) of it. It wasn't that hard for me to make, and it's pretty catchy. Right now, though, I'm a tad concerned. If my site is THIS good, then no one will want to make a spin-off and look like some attention-crazed wannabe. I mean, the both of the original Brian Peppers sites were just a picture with music (and text) on it, both garnering a rating of 4 out of 5, offering (practically inviting) others to beat that score.

But if my site stays at 4.7, then no one will attempt to best it, and it will just die. No fad. No fun.

Well, I'll throw in another update on it tomorrow. I've been spending the past day or two on YTMND, anyway, so I may as well let you in on what I've been doing. Even though I'm not doing anything.

Jump On It

Well, okay. I haven't even touched this blog since Saturday. Hey, at least I have the decency to tell you. Truth is, I've been doing things on other websites. Which websites? Well...

You may remember that on Saturday I posted a GIF of Gandalf rocking his head back and forth. I was going to use it for ytmnd.com. Well, I just made a better one.

So far, it's hovering around 4.7 out of 5. I'm waiting for the downvoters to smash it to bits. But even if it does take a nosedive, it's still the highest voted YTMND I've made so far.