Thursday, November 29, 2012

Ruining a Song Forever: A YouTube Adventure

I love many different kinds of music.  You name it and I will probably listen to it (with the exception of country and hardcore/screaming music).

But I don't really listen to the radio or Pandora.  Mostly due to the fear of that Gotye song coming on.  But also because I like to discover completely new music.

So I'll usually just go on YouTube adventures, wherein one new song leads me to another new song and so on and so forth.  In this manner, I could start listening to techno and end up listening to classical a few hours later.

Here's one of the songs that I recently stumbled upon:

It was a decent song, but nothing spectacular.

What got my attention, however, was the top-rated comment for the song, which I happened to read before moving on to the next video:

Apparently, this song was loved by enough people that it had the potential to be ruined forever if certain comments were read.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

When Dudes Cry

The fine ladies over at The Indie Chicks invited me to write a little somethin' for them, and that's what I did today. 

So head on over there to read my first piece as an honorary "Indie Dick:"

When Dudes Cry via The Indie Chicks

-Youngman Brown

Monday, November 26, 2012

Panophobia (A "Poem")

I'm so scared

Of what it would be like

If I didn't have


-Youngman Brown

"Panophobia?" you ask ... Let me Google that for you.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Earmuffs: A Poker Story

Via Jam Adams

I started playing poker again.

They cut my days down to three or four days a week at work, so I figured that playing once or twice a week would be a good way to make up for the lost days.

The first time I played, I made just over $500 in four hours.  Though it is a small sample size, it is a decent hourly.  But I was a bit upset with my performance, because I could have won more.  It has been 15 months since I quit playing professionally, and I have lost almost all of my killer instinct. 

Poker is, or should be, based on a very simple scenario: You Vs. Them.  When I played full-time, I was still extremely friendly at the tables, but I still took the people's money and very rarely let them "off the hook."  But during my first session, I lost out on a significant amount of money by not putting the killing punch on some of the guys with whom I was having conversations throughout the night.

So while I did happen to win $500, I was somewhat upset with myself for not taking full advantage or getting "max value" as they say. 

Some of this has to do with being out of the game for such a long period of time.  And some of it has to do with being in the customer-friendly mindset of a dealer*.

*This is another big problem that I noticed.  When I win a pot, I over-tip significantly, which also cuts into my profit.  But I'm a dealer now!  I can't help it!

Anyway, I vowed to change this the second time I played.

To do so, I adopted a new strategy of simply leaving my headphones in my ears at all times and not engaging anyone in conversation.  If I was simply there to make money, then there really wasn't a reason to talk to anyone.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Self-Deprecation (A "Poem")

Self-deprecation sounds
Too much like self-
And I hate myself for it.

-Youngman Brown


Monday, November 12, 2012

A Midnight Premiere

I went to the Cloud Atlas midnight premiere two weeks ago, and then immediately came home and blogged about the movie, like a true nerd.  Then I promised to tell you about the premiere itself, but forgot, like a true asshole.

Sorry about that.  I know you've been holding your breath.

This was the first midnight premiere that I have ever attended, which is a fact that actually surprised me.  I mean, I consider myself a movie buff, and I have been pumped for movies before.  But I usually just opted to see them sometime during opening weekend or even the following weekend.

And with Cloud Atlas, it wasn't like I was waiting for years for the movie to come out.  I had only heard of the movie three or four weeks before it came out.  After I saw the trailer, it just stuck in my head.  And then I watched it again and again, wondering how this movie would piece together into a cohesive whole.

So it wasn't a situation where I a superfan, willing to wait in line outside of the theater for a day or two.  I was simply a relatively interested movie-goer who happened to not be working that day.

Additionally, a midnight movie isn't really a big deal time-wise, even for a three-hour movie.  I work nights and usually wake up around 3PM after going to sleep around 7AM.  Comparatively, a 12AM movie is like a normal person going to a movie at 5PM. 

You normal people, with your crazy schedules.

The premiere wasn't too crowded.  Maybe 40-50 people in total.  I bought my ticket beforehand, imagining an over-crowded theater.  With that thought in mind, I also showed up 30 minutes early to secure a seat -- a seat I could have claimed had I shown up 10 minutes late.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Somethings and the Something Elses

Or: Writing Has Made Me Bad at Blogging

I hope that this image makes
sense in five years.
Tonight, I remembered that I had written a post about the Cloud Atlas premiere, but had forgotten to actually post it on the blog.

And I was all like, Great!  Now I have something to post tomorrow that is already written!

And I was happy.

But then I opened the post and realized that I needed to add just a tad bit more to the beginning in order to set the scene and needed to add just a wee bit more of a conclusion to make the post hold its own.

So I wrote. 

And I wrote some more.

And I wrote a wee bit more than that.

And suddenly the intro and conclusion that I wrote dwarfed the three paragraphs that I was going to use as a post.

And then, instead of a post, I had this whole big... thing.  This thing that was much more than an account of the people that I saw at the movie premiere.  It had taken on a much larger frame and become about something.  And the things that didn't have to do with that something?  I pulled them aside to be about something else. 

But whether it was the something, or the something else, I realized that I had much bigger fish to fry than just simply adding an intro and conclusion (wee and tad as they may be).

It is the little things.  The little things that you don't realize are actually inherently funny or jarringly telling until you consider them later.  Moments you were going to include as a brief aside suddenly become more than moments.  They become insights, explanations, lessons.

It is incredible how much happens in life.  Boring and mundane thoughts and actions are actually completely interesting, once given thought.  Since I started writing, I began to realize how much can be said about these forgettable moments, but it wasn't until tonight that I realized how much they are going to drive me insane.  Because once they are realized, they beg... no, demand... to be written and included.

They need to be written, right then and there.  To be put into existence, put on paper.  It doesn't matter what you planned on writing or finishing, the somethings and something elses are going to keep coming.  And if you want them to keep coming, they do so on their own terms.

And sometimes, they demand to become posts of their own.  As brief, seething, inconclusive, and abrupt as they might be.

-Youngman Brown

Sunday, November 4, 2012

My Dark Halloween

There is a bag of Paydays in my food cabinet.

That's not a particularly compelling piece of information, but what might surprise you is that I bought that particular bag of Paydays a year ago for trick-or-treaters. 

Paydays also happen to be my favorite type of candy.

This should tell you that I don't have much of a sweet tooth.  While Paydays might be my favorite type of candy, I'm still pretty meh about sweets in general.

But more importantly, this should tell you that I didn't get many trick-or-treaters last year.  And by "not many," I mean zero.

It's incredibly sad, because ever since I stopped going trick-or-treating, I have greatly looked forward to giving out candy.  I guess I felt like it was my civic duty to give candy after taking so damn much when I was a kid (I used to have a sweet tooth, but I guess it rotted away).

But as much as I wanted to pay it forward, it just never seems to happen for me.

Here's my history with trick-or-treaters:

  • Halloween '04, '05, '06, and '07, in college, zero trick-or-treaters.
  • Halloween '08, back at my parents house, they handled the trick-or-treaters.