Internet Killed The Video Star 2.0

I’ve been on an 80’s pop music kick lately. Frightening, I know. After listening to Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles, I had a bright idea. But before I get into that, delight your ears with:

Wow, quite a flash back, huh? Groovy.

So my bright idea. I thought: How about a rewrite of those lyrics to say “Internet Killed The Video Star”? Ooo, how geeky!

But wait. It’s been done already. By The Raconteurs. Rats.

What to do… what to do… Oh, I know – Internet Killed The Video Star 2.0! Everyone loves 2.0 stuff. It makes it sound so new. So:

Internet Killed The Video Star 2.0

I heard you on Last.fm back in two thousand two.
Sitting awake naked and surfing in on you.
Even Viacom couldn’t block your download through.

Oh-a oh

You are on TechCrunch for your mash-up technology.
Piped in from different sites by RSS feeds,
and now I understand the possibilities.

Oh-a oh
I’ve seen your website.
Oh-a oh
What did you wri-ite?
Internet killed the video star.
Internet killed the video star.

Websites came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh

And now we meet in an analog TV show.
We hear the feedback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember how commercials used to go…

Oh-a-oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a-oh
You were the last one.
Internet killed the video star.
Internet killed the video star.

In my mind and on my screen,
Can iPod be an in-between?
Oh-a-a-a oh
Oh-a-a-a oh

Internet killed the video star.
Internet killed the video star.
In my mind and on my screen,
Can iPod be an in-between?
Websites came and broke your heart.
Put the blame on HyperCard.

You are a video star.
You are a video star.
Internet killed the video star. (x10 fade out)
(after 4x) You are a video star. (x5 fade out)

Oh-a oh (x6 fade out)

Don’t Believe Everything You See

I used to be a pre-press operator. I digitally touched-up photographs and artwork for a national magazine. This included preflighting, color correcting, retouching, positioning, and raster image processing.

Back then, doing all of this work required a Scitex machine, which costed about a quarter of a million dollars. Today, all of that can be done on a MacBook Pro.

But that’s not the scary part. The scary part was what I manipulated.

I airbrushed the wrinkles off of Oprah Winfrey’s face. And Hilliary Clinton’s face. I straightened out their hair, deepened their lipstick, and even shaved off a few pounds. All digitally.

Not scared? Okay, I understand. You never trusted magazine photos anyways, right? How about on TV?

Via: MediaBlog

Wallstrip Chat… Smaaart Cat…

For some reason, everytime I watch Wallstrip’s interview of James Altucher, I crack up. The quirky Lindsay Campell starts the clip off with this bluesy line:

Wallstrip chat… James Altucher… Smaaart cat… Check it out.

Cracks me up!

It was my introduction to Wallstrip. After seeing it, I thought that Lindsay was going to open up every show with a similar bluesy line. Alas, she does not (bummer) – though she does do & say plenty of quirky things in the other shows.


Yesterday’s show, Greetings from Phoenix, is good too. Check out how proud Lindsay is after she hits the first ball. Also, from Howard Lindzon:

One thing that I’ve always wanted is clean balls… very important.

Them’s words to live by.