Posts tagged youtube
The parody meme…
Aug 19th
Social Network Trailer Spoofs take the interwebz by storm : Are you ready to LOL?
Comedic web videos – those of the well-produced, smart and independent variety – are like fine wines to us here are laurenoutloud.com.
Not because we like to smell them and then taste them and spit them out and brag about how old they are to our friends (weird), but because we are, as ze wineos and foodies call zemselves, les “connoisseurs”.
Connoisseurs of Interweb hilarity.
And like a oenophile may prefer reds to whites, merlot to shiraz, I too have my preferences.
Watching animals close-up with a wide angle lens is great for about 10 seconds (longer, if you’re not completely sober) but what really floats my goat-filled boat are the witty, creative pieces put forth by all of these awesome online comedy troupes and small video production companies. (I also like animutation, but that’s more of an aesthetic thing… and a 90’s Internet kid thing… and a weirdo thing.)
The point to all of this rambling is that I like clever parody videos a whole darn lot.
In elementary school, my friend Kate and I used to make TV commercial spoofs with my mom and dad’s gigantic old video camera (purchased in 1985, jeez!).
In 1996, it was incomprehensible to me that anyone would ever be able to edit videos on a home computer – let alone broadcast them to millions of people around the world, easily and for free.
I love that technology has taken us here. I love it so hard that I would marry it if this concept were somehow personified.
Rambling again. I know. Back to the point…
Remember a couple of weeks ago how I was loving on Justin Timberlake’s sweet fro the trailer for the upcoming Facebook-story flick The Social Network?
Welll my affections have been swayed.
It was only a matter of time before something so earnestly cheesy, so culturally relevant among hyper-ironic netizens like you and I, went memetic and spawned a whole crop of hilarious spoofs.
The Auction Website trailer. The Video Website trailer. The Twit Network trailer.
Not a weak link among ‘em, they’re all fanstastic – though I must admit I am particularly fond of the Youtube version:
“The Keyboard Cat wants more money!”
“Do you like being a joke Keyboard Cat? Do you Want to go back to that? You were NOTHING before… I MADE YOU!”
Bwahahaha.
The Ebay Trailer, also awesome.
“Product as described…”
“A+++++++ Seller.”
And of course, the Twitter trailer. The production value on this one is super high. So funny.
“The Fail Whale is showing up! — No, what is the Fail Whale? Why do you always go limp when we have fights.”
“If you put a ‘tw’ in front of any word it makes it infinitely cooler. Check this out: hey, can I get a twhiskey?”
“You Retweets have seriously confused all of my followers”
“HASHTAG!!!”
Love Always,
- The blognerd
Wal-Mart Dancing Granny = Role Model
Aug 17th
Oh. Snap.
That’s the sound of my hip breaking, 68 years in the future when I try to bust out a split jump at 92. It will be THAT loud because my bones are THAT strong. Drink your milk, kids.
I’ve been saying for years that my life goal is to become a hilarious old lady – perhaps of the rapping variety – so when I logged onto Buzzfeed this morning as per yooje and saw this, I was stoked.
Girls like me need more positive role models, wouldn’t you say?
Behold – MY FUTURE (minute 0:49 is where it really starts to get good):
I joke about how one day I will be that woman, but the truth is I kind of already am – minus 60 some-odd years, of course.
I don’t chill out in front of the CD listening box at Wal-Mart (things must be different where homegirl lives… in my neck of the woods, those stations are all crappy flute-laced lullaby mixes and puppets who sing about sharing) but I AM that girl who dances around the aisles of the supermarket like she’s Britney 1.0 when some good tunes are blaring over the PA.
If nobody’s around to see, I’ll practice pirouettes in the produce section – and I’m not just saying that for alliteration’s sake.
I bump and grind my way down the frozen food corridors, doing my little turn on the catwalk, even going so far as to slide across a particularly shiny floor like Tom Cruise in risky business when I feel like it.
I’d prove this with a video if I could find a friend who wasn’t too embarrassed to be seen with me when I get like this.
I’m not actually bff with that lil’ nugget, but I found that picture in my Mexico album when I was looking for the sunhat one above and I had to work it into this post somehow. Too scary good.
But back to our new friend.
Remember Grandpa Gaga? Well this is where I would have said he’s got some competition if I didn’t first think of a loooove connection.
What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic. This is a match made in heaven. Almost a little bit too literally…
eek.
Before this post gets any weirder, I think I should get to bed. It’s been a long, productive day! Big things popping once again my friends… big big things 
Night night, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite! (seriously.)
Love always,
- Grandma Gaga.
Jane Austen’s Fight Club & Crushing On a Cloud…
Jul 27th
20 minutes ago, I had no idea who Daniel ‘Cloud’ Campos was.
Then I saw this video of him dance-cleaning an apartment/being adorable and subsequently Googled the heck out of him.
Turns out, homeboy’s a 27-year-old L.A. based professional dancer, choreographer & film maker who tours with her Madgesty and tears it up with Shakira on a bed in her “Did it Again” video.
I’m totally in love with him after watching this and you probably will be too once you see it – Even if you’re not into guys. Even if you’re not into homosapiens (you sick flahck!).
He’s that effing cute. And cute turns into dreamy once you realize that he choreographed, styled, wrote, edited and SHOT this piece (somehow) all by himself.
*MEGASWOON*
I’m inspired to dust my coffee table by spinning on my head this week. Wish me luck!
In other blogworthiness, meet Jane Austen’s Fight Club:
(via mashable)
I wish this were an actual film – or better yet, real life. I’d be glove slapping my fellow gentry-women left and right centre if I were so lucky as to be invited into this pre-turn of the century aristocratic fight club…
*sigh*
A girl can dream. And also watch hilarious web videos.
God save the Net!
Love,
The Marchioness of Torontofordshire.
-L
How to trick people into thinking you’re good looking
Jul 19th
Dear Jenna Mourey,
I love you. Like, I love you – in the creepiest, most fan-girl obsessity way possible. This video rocked my Dollarama hallowe’en socks:
Never change.
Love,
Lauren O’Nizzle – a girl who sometimes tries to trick people into thinking she’s kind of good looking
All my Scholar Ladies!
Feb 18th
(also posted at muchmusic.com)
If you learned it, then you should have got an ‘A’ on it…
K, before you banish me back to 2008 (when youtube parodies of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” video were actually cool) let me assure that you that I HATE played out internet memes more than anybody.
That being said – this little gem was just too damn good not to share. It’s got all the makings of a true viral sensation: cute school children, awkward dancing, that cheesy feel-good “aww” factor… I’d be willing to bet you $50 that this shows up on Ellen by the end of the week. Make that $100. No… $1000! I WILL BET YOU ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!
Any takers?…
*shakes Gamblor off of back*
Um, anyways – check out “Scholar Ladies (Get an ‘A’ on it)” after the jump. If this doesn’t make you smile, you are either a cold-hearted monster, a robot, or Heidi Montag (in which case you’d still be smiling, but only on the inside because you can’t move your PLASTIC FACE.)
I can’t decide which of these characters I like more – but they both made me laugh my head off for some reason.
Stay in school, kids.
<3 O’Nizzle
Senior Citizen Hip Hop Choir = as hilarious as it sounds.
Feb 1st
This is the greatest thing I’ve seen all month, if not all freaking YEAR. Actually, it would be the same dang thing as it’s only February the 1st today. MYAW!
I LOLed so hard that my roomates’ ears are probably bleeding. I don’t even care, as long as they don’t leave crusty blood all over the kitchen floor again.
Something about the conviction in this woman’s face when she’s singing “riding dirty” just makes me howl uncontrollably.
You too? Good. Let’s get married.
Love,
laurenelizabethoneil
Christian call-in TV show gets pranked…
Jan 29th
If this doesn’t make you laugh and laugh and laugh, you are NO friend of mine good sir!
“started making trouble in my living area” bwahaha…
When I was in grade 4, I tried to enter my elementary school talent show by rapping the theme song to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
My friend Janelle and I put on our most colourful Northern Getaway T-Shirts and hot orange clip-on earings (I remember this explicitly because I didn’t want to wear the clip-ons. I thought that they would fall off when I busted out my running man. They didn’t.)
At the time, I still wore different coloured socks every single day (unless I was dragged to something fancy-ish by my parents):
Needless to say, we looked pretty fly; and for two 9 year old white girls, we could rap pretty well too.
Well, we got up there on that little platform in the gym to audition for Mrs. Wellington (the bespectacled fifth grade music teacher) and we were FIERCE, if I do say so myself!
We had energy and we had style. We had cute side ponytails, monsterous pink scrunchies, and plastic neon bangles for DAYS, son!
But Mrs. Wellington was not impressed.
“Well, your dancing is quite… interesting” she said. (I had a wide range of influences – from after school ballet classes to Paula Abdul videos to a steady diet of “In Living Colour“. Yeah, I was totally that four year old who danced along with the Fly-Girls every night.)
“But,” continued the notoriously stodgy and saggy-chested Mrs. W., (jeez, I really hope she never reads this. Like, if she’s still alive that is.) “That type of music isn’t appropriate for the talent show.”
Now, mind you, this WAS the mid 90’s, so educational institutions weren’t quite as obsessed ablout being all ‘P.C.’ like they are now. But still… it was the freaking theme song for a TV show about a rich black Bel-Air family and their mischevious yet kind-hearted rapscallion of a nephew who ultimately wins the affections of even the most curmudgeonly yet kind-hearted man in the house, Judge Philip Banks!
It’s not like we were up there spittin’ lines from The Chronic or something, come on meow!
Whatevs… I’m angry now. What got me onto this tangent? Ah, yes… morning hilarity.
It’s lunch time for this kid! Off to Starbucks for a much deserved java injection.
After lunch, I get to write an AWESOME story for the 6pm newscast about a Conference Board of Canada Report on near-time employment prospects and the Help-Wanted Index or something.
Now, I need to figure out what the heck all of that that means and try to make it sound more interesting than Ned Flanders’ bachelor party.
Thank goodness coffee solves all problems. You know what else solves problems? Voting Lauren for AXE
<3 Always…
A Christmas Sweater & The Yoga Cats
Jan 22nd
It must kind of suck being my cat…
(FOR MOAR HILARIOUS KITTEH TORTURE GO HERE NAOW!)
SOOO worth being ignored for the rest of the day by Miss Tick. It’s all good – I squashed the beef with a bowl of tuna juice. Yup… a little bit of stinky fish water will win you the affections of any feline you fancy!
And on a related note, please enjoy some Yoga cats:
That is all for now, as I must go do lotsandlotsandlots of work to get this Canadian Living article finished for Monday.
I hope you are enjoying my new intro page, and also that you are enjoying life in general because life is pretty damn sweet nes pas?
The Conversation Prism
Jan 18th
I don’t know how I didn’t happen to stumble upon Brian Solis’s Conversation Prism sooner – especially since a lot of my academic work over the past three years has revolved around the role of new media in modern communicatory practices and the formation and impact of the digital divide on contemporary societies and stuff. *BIG BREATH*
Anyways, it’s awesome and I love it -especially version 1.0. I’m old-school like that, and also just a little bit stupid – so I appreciate the simplicity.
Now watch this video:
Today’s lesson = complete. (And you didn’t even need to go to a fancy Ontario private school to get it. Long live the interwebs!)
Now, I must go to Toronto. But first, shower. I already took one today, but I worry that the smell of onions, patchouli and flithy jockstrap emanating from the scruffy man beside me in yoga this morning was contagious. I can feel it in my hair.
