Maximus Thor, episode “111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111”
A combination of that episode of The Twilight Zone with the god-kid and Youtube classic “Unforgivable.” This is a running series that I … Can’t remember how I discovered a couple weeks ago; I bet that Maximus kicked it out my brain as hard as he got kicked out of vacation bible school.
I’m attempting to write a longer piece gathering my thoughts about international touchstone GTA V and this video is a great demonstration of one of those very thoughts, but I couldn’t wait to post it.
As they do with every release in the series, Rockstar improved the technique (or “god-skill”) of creating a living, breathing, running, mugging, ramping, golfing city with Los Santos. There’s so much that most players will never see, loads of design begging to be exploited.
That’s where this digital Jackass comes in. There’s no reason to clamber up manors in Vinewood, so this guy created his own. How many fucking swimming pools are in this game that I won’t ever pass eyes over? How many natural ramps will my motorcycle fail to encounter? In what unknown ways can I mangle my character for only my satisfaction? The possibilities are limitless.
This sounds like it wants to share a lot more than it does. The tight guitar strums barely punch through squeaks of static and a blooping keyboard. I think it would work well when you’re smiling through a tough time.
Female vocalists on stomp-worthy indie-pop cuts are my weakness right now. First, Purity Ring’s recent album lasted me super long, and their cover of “Grammy” may be my fave song of the year. Lorde’s arrival on the scene and slow trickle of Soundcloud releases proves that, should she include her discography so far, her debut album will be remarkable. Sleigh Bells’ return has me in quite a mood, ‘nuff said. MØ (who I’ll be featuring soon) also fits the bill, and even grabbed me in the same listening session as Holy Child.
There’s a ragga groove to this that reminds me of Robyn at her most Jamaican but with a more approachable, pleading voice at the front. Some of Holy Child’s earlier songs stretch too much with children’s choirs and sweeping orchestration; this is taut, not a punctuated synth bleat out of place.
I used to practice my chameleon impression and try to flex my vergence muscles. Until one afternoon I suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain. I haven’t really attempted since.
I see this and think that both participants are assholes. Mostly because I’ve been known to extol love for my friends via trite Facebook statuses and reply with cynical understatements to my friends’ own sentimental outpourings. And I’m an asshole.
Cole, you should do it. It makes Facebook a lot more fun.
Most of those questions will be answered today, starting at 10 A.M., at the Fitzroy Gallery, on the Lower East Side. There, the creators of the two accounts, Jacob Bakkila and Thomas Bender, will prove that they are indeed human, appearing in a performance that is the final flourish in this suite of conceptual-art pieces, weaving together Horse_ebooks and Pronunciation Book. They will also launch the next installment of the project, a choose-your-own-adventure interactive-video piece called Bear Stearns Bravo. Bakkila and Bender have been working on the project for almost four years, keeping their identities secret from just about everyone, including their colleagues at Buzzfeed, where Bakkila is a creative director, and Howcast, where Bender, until about a year ago, was the vice-president of product development.
The beginning of Bear Stearns Bravo marks the end of both Pronunciation Book and Horse_ebooks. Bender and Bakkila say that they’ll miss maintaining those accounts, but there’s relief at not having to keep the secret anymore. In the past few weeks, plenty of people have noticed some synchronicity between the accounts, and have been scrambling to figure out their provenance. “No one wants to work on a painting forever,” Bakkila said the other day, as he and Bender and a small group of collaborators set up video monitors in the gallery for their day-long appearance. “When it’s done it’s done. We’re ready for the experience of whatever this next piece is.”
You mean every time that I send a heartfelt reply to Horse_ebooks, human eyes read it?