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Wheezy Waiter is so cool, like. . . .Cool! :D *shot*
There we go!
Anyways, while surfing through my daily batch of YouTube
vloggy videos and stuff, somewhere between Hank Green music and Charlie’s
public relationship*, I found a guy named Wheezy Waiter
And oh my God he is weird!
Wheezy Waiter’s videos are, essentially, a random person’s
brain going on and on with virtually no omitting. . . . and a lot of great
editing.
He describes himself as being “a dude making weirdness
happen in his apartment nearly every weekday with the help of clones, a whale,
alligator, eagle, and everything else in the Wheezyverse.”, and trust me, the “clones”
are actually used. For once, it is not just some weird thing someone puts in
their description to be witty and fun. This guy actually uses clones in the
videos for jokes. Along with the Alligator, the eagle, and the whale!
Seriously, I don’t know if this guy is just made of awesome
or if I’m just too elated as seeing a person with such random thoughts and
actually having the balls to go through with them all!
If Charlie is awareness, and Cullen is conceits, Wheezy is
just weirdness. . . . . and it is amazing (and I totally did not mean for that
to sound this way).
This guy is an oddity of fun things and really smart words
of wisdom. He’s a definite must-see for
fans of Charlie and other fun oddballs!
8.5/10, would “Wheezy” again—I’m gonna start rating blogs
now.
Yes, I’ll go that.
With love
Nikola Strange
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My notes:
*Charlie’s got a girlfriend! :DD
As of, like, seven months ago or something, Charlie announced out loud on
youtube that he’s now in a public relationship with Bryarly Bishop! :DD
I was kinda sad, but after seeing how goddamn happy he was I was suddenly so
goddamn happy for him! I’m glad! Congradulations, Charlie! I hope you two’re great and happy-dandy as
hell. :3
My new crush lasted a total of less than 24 hrs. *sigh* Better than no crush at all, I guess! :)
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For about a year now, I’ve been watching “Charlieissocoollike”’s videos on YouTube
after a recommendation from a friend when she found I had had gotten into Chameleon Circuit(whom totally deserve their own post—multiple post).
After some pestering from this chum of mine, I decided it
was high-time to watch this so-called “Charlie” person. I tacked in the name
and clicked on a video: this odd-looking British boy with funny rusted hair was
staring back at me, talking about some everyday stuff he managed to make pretty interesting, along with some other at times oddball ideas, which again were delivered in an interesting manner.
Although I cannot remember the first video I watched, I
can remember greatly enjoying the videos I watched that week, and subscribing a
day or two into the discovery of Mr. McDonnell. And really, what wasn’t there to love? We’re
talking about a dude in his room/house making ridiculous videos that are
genuine and fun to watch. Every video concerns such normal things, yet since it's written
out and delivered to you so smoothly he makes them seem more exciting than when other
people do them, much like how the music tab makes your friend’s funny Facebook
status better turn into euphoria, and how gifs on tumblr can make buttered
toast the best thing on the planet, even if it’s a sarcastic post.
In fact, I remember being genuinely impressed at the amount of camera tinkering that went into his procrastination video (to the right).
Plus I am a huge fan of British humor, and he seems like a
great person, too. Very fun, relaxed (mostly), honest and downright fun/funny.
Yeah, this dude had another loyal follower.
It wasn’t until today, while procrastinating on all of the
things I said I was going to do today, that I realized something astonishing
while watching the Resolute Unicycling Muppet video. It was almost like the
skies had open up by decree of the universe so that a revelation could come to
pass--I have a crush on Charlie McDonnell!
As overly dramatic as that last sentence made it seem, my
secondary reaction (()) was strangely Gryffindorian*:
Every damn time.
I mean, yeah Charlie is great and deserves all the love in
the world as decreed by the laws of decent humanity and his legion of loyal
fangirls, but why did this legion need me? Why did I like him?
Maybe this is just my thing, but It didn’t initially make
sense to me, or maybe, as they say in my parent’s homeland, “Toda via no me caia el 20”^! So I began to really analyze what I define as beautiful:
As a younger version of me, I was often told that beauty
lied in the heart of the beholder, and the phrase stuck with me more than other words of wisdom for whatever reason, so I began to make my own definition of
beauty. . . .
And this is essentially what I’ve come up with:
Beauty is an emotion. It is not a question of being aesthetically
pleasing. There is an entire science behind what is aesthetically pleasing to
look at for another human being—what you would naturally be more inclined to
look at—all to create a perfect realism for products. And every now and again
some blessed individual will be born with that perfect face somewhat naturally.
But this is not the same as being beautiful. To be
beautiful, in my opinion, is to spark an emotion within a person—a feeling I
can only describe as beauty—to be happy, calm and accepting with an underlying but
distinct feeling of fascination towards the person of your affection. It’s the
distinct wanting to peel away at every layer of the onion and inspect each and
every single line of it—every expression, every flush of color, every movement
and shift in tone; to see what makes the person feel happy or sad or frightened
or whatever, and to be, during the entire process, fascinated, happy and grateful
they exist at all. That’s what I call being enamored.
Though logically I wouldn’t call it that, because I’ve never
really met Charlie in reality and probably never will—in fact, I’d be shocked
and ecstatic and too embarrassed to respond if he ever even found this post.
More so if he bothered to skim through it.
Not to mention I was thinking of my best friends while
writing out the definition, because “beautiful” isn’t just a unisex term in my
mind, is also isn’t exclusively romantic.
Because the way I see it, why not surround yourself with “beautiful”
people. People whom become so much more attractive with their flaws and fallbacks
and misgivings, because there’s so much to love about people—certain types of
people, I think; I’ve tricked myself into thinking all people are beautiful
because I ignore those I don’t think are, so I’m surrounded by my definition of
beauty (Does this post even make sense?)
Strangely enough, despite the fact I can see people as aesthetically
pleasing and do find myself gawking at exceptionally pleasing people, I don’t
ever find them physically attractive until I’ve pegged them with the title of
beautiful, and often find myself finding the closest of friends physically attractive
because they’re so beautiful.
And I found Charlie to be so beautiful during that video I
could not stand it.
Which made me sort of worry what it’d be like when he’d
change! Because I automatically connected it back to the “I’m excited” video,
and how people will always change and evolve as they grow, and if I now found
Charlie beautiful then it would be bound to end at some point in the future
when he’d change, right?!
Wrong, actually. I went back to watch some older videos of
his and found myself inwardly swooning like a woman from the 1950s. *Awkward*
This is a real person, and I will never know him, and I am
swooning like a girl from the 1950s while trying (and failing) to keep a
somewhat straight face.
I’ve been told about a million times my face is like a map.
*Sighs!* Regardless of my reaction to the chemicals in my
brain, Charlie is now the cutest British man in all the United Kingdom to me,
because he has become so beautiful.
So beautiful in fact, it’s now on my bucket list to hug him
and maybe have a conversation that doesn’t consist of awkward silence and “How
are you?” repeated over and over again.
Charlie, if you do by some odd miracle find this, you should
know that you’re lovely to me and to a ton of other people across the globe.
And I hope that thought puts a smile on your face. :3
With love
Nikola Strange
In celebration of my feelings, here’s Charlie:
My feelings exactly at the moment, more or less.
UPDATE: Charlie has a girlfriend by the name of Bryarly Bishop. Well, that crush lasted less than 24 hrs. :3
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These are my notes:
((by secondary reaction, I mean my feelings towards the feeling of suddenly
having a crush. . ..I don’t know if this is the correct term, or a term at all,
but it sounded smart and correct, so. . . .))
^”Toda via no me cae el 20”, or “The 20 hasn’t hit me yet” is an allusion to payphones
in Mexico, which once upon a time when they were real, would have some
difficulty accepting currency (20 cents, or “pesos”) because it would get stuck
on the way down. The phone would give you no notions of it receiving your money
until you tapped the side of it, much like you’d tap an old TV when the picture
would blur. The phrase is used now-a-days to express something that hasn’t
QUITE hit you yet. You’re waiting for it to register.
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After a load of (positive) peer
pressure from my favorite dick of a best friend last year for not having
watched the movies, I had finally given in and decided to read the Lord of the
Rings novel—and I meant read. It’s my
moral belief to always read a book before watching a movie! The school
librarian, earning a spot in the awesome people of the world list, instantly
dropped everything to help introduce me to Middle Earth: He flat-out rejected
me the Fellowship until I had read the prequel book what started it all—the Hobbit.
This book, along with its sequel,
instantly became a favorite of mine!
In fact, I went out to purchase a
copy of the Lord of the Rings book* as soon as I had money in my hands! I got a
copy of the Hobbit on my Kindle and set out to learn all I could on the rich
history of Middle Earth, gobbling up information over the Undying lands, the
Istar, the different races of Elvenkind, and the men of Gondor, and Middle
Earth herself.
You can imagine my sweet elation at
finding out Bilbo and the Dwarves would be brought to the big screen by
director, Peter Jackson.
Instantly, I began gorging myself
on all the articles I could find, sharing them on Facebook, spamming my friends
with the movie, and absorbing every released image. I ate away at the
differences between the book and movie, along with its similarities.
One moment among these stood out to
me the most, however. As per usual, I was very much late to the news of two
fandoms of mine crossing, and began hyperventilating and squealing
uncontrollably at my discovery of Bilbo Baggins being portrayed by Martin
Freeman, better known to the Sherlocked at Dr. John Watson.
I was jumping for joy and scaring
the neighbors when everything in my world came to a screeching halt: Tumblr was
down.
By the Valar I was devastated! That
beautiful site was my outlet! There are no LoTR fans in my family, and I only
had two friends whom really liked the books and movies! I needed these strangers there for me, to understand and share in all
my feels! I needed those hilarious
images crossing the fandoms to feel complete—to relieve my happiness. Then it
hit me:
We’re all really damn spoiled.
As a society we’ve all gotten so
spoiled by this miracle technology, we expect people to care about things we
care about, even if they’re complete strangers—we assume as fact this will
happen. Caring! I was so amazed that
this word could be reduced to something so trivial yet blown up to something so
vast by the internet: the feeling and exhibition of concern and compassion for others
looked for in people behind the clacking of a keyboard.
I remember when my elder sisters
felt special and privileged when one had to give up the phone for the other to
use the internet (why the hell were they on the internet anyway? What did
people do on here then?!). Hell, I
still remember sucking up the courage to sit through and weather the storm of
the dial up modem and the happiness that ensued after the (seemingly) warm
voice saying “Welcome!”
I began to wonder if, as a
generation, we were too indulged by this sense of self-worth. Do we really love
ourselves too much as to expect empathy? Or was this a coping of sort of
mechanism to make ourselves feel closer to others? Have we really become so
anti-social strangers are more welcomed than people we know? And how much do we
really know about either side? The argument could be made that we’re more open
to strangers, but when did the classic “stranger danger” safety tip become null
and void for the sake of our self-expressions? And how much of that is really
us?
I remember being genuinely scared
of sights like Facebook and Twitter since people could follow you on them. I
found it disturbing a site would name the connection of two separate pages “following”.
The term “stalking” on the internet has become something of a joke; a quick laugh,
to downplay you’re admiring of another individual. This is what we’ve come to.
We expose ourselves to the world in a matter that would probably make Narcissus
blush, yet we can’t help but do so.
And in a sense, who could blame us?
The internet was initially created as a way to share information to massive
number of people at once. With a slight tweak of the definition of information,
you have the very basis of our social media structure.
But what of our attachment to this?
I don't think I would ever leave. I
don’t think ever could.
I can slowly but surely feel myself
losing my sanity, but I'd never leave this place. It's a society within a society,
thus explaining the success of the anime Sword Art Online. In this world, we
are who we wish we were, not who we
really are . . . . . which is also concerning. I don't think I'm much different
here and, well, here, but I enjoy the
company of strangers, be they lovely lies or beautiful people. I don’t know
what that says about me.
