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aunt_zeldaSo, first we had an office dramedy, which was ... ok, I had some serious issues with Dragonbored but it had some good ideas, great cinematography, and good performances.
Then we had a hilarious short about catnapping aliens. Which I loved.
Then we had a poignant tale of two guys trying to make it on the internet and running into issues and I really really liked that one.
Then we had a date gone horribly wrong (or right, depending on the person you ask) with a shoutout to the Secret Treehouse.
Then we had ... the Dark Side of the Internet.
Wow.
Just ... wow.
... somebody hold me?
I ... I'm not sure what I can say, really. It was ... good? It made me sad? It made me wonder even more about what's driven Welshy to quit reviewing? It made me think of "drama" on TGWTG Secrets a while back? It made me wanna hug everyone in the Treehouse and apologize in case I ever said stuff that upset people and I didn't know?
On a personal note, the reason I feel more comfortable talking to people online "instead of your own family" as the movie said, is because my mom and my stepdad aren't into the shows I like and aren't interested at all in the books or movies I'm into, and my mom gets really anxious and upset when my stepdad and I even talk in level voices about politics and she storms off from the table and leaves. I went to a TINY middle/high school with a graduating class of 7, including myself. Yes, SEVEN. So I had limited friends, and since most of us lived 40-60 minutes away from each other and had no cars, hanging out wasn't an option. And at school, again, nobody was into the stuff I was watching or reading or listening to. So, the internet. Whole groups of people talking about the things I was watching, reading, listening to, who wanted to share stories with each other and left comments on the stories I posted. People who were going through the issues I was experiencing at school or home and "got it," people who had gone through similar experiences and offered advice and support. Tv shows I couldn't find on my 6 gritty channels (All Hail the Mighty Netflix). Comedians and critics who were making references to shows I'd seen, books I'd read, memes I'd shared.
Going to college, I had real close friends for the first time since elementary school. People I could share almost anything with, squee over tv shows with, discuss fanfiction and tvtropes and geeky bans and go to cons with and midnight releases with. People who were just as passionate about geeky things as I was. Am. Whatever. So I have more friends that I've ever known how to deal with. And I get so anxious about that sometimes, about what people "really" think of me, if they really like hanging out with me, if I just made a complete ass of myself, etc. I'm working on that. My friends are helping me.
I've been really fortunate in my online life so far. Some awkward incidents, some nasty points, some misunderstandings because of language barriers on dA, some of me being young and stupid and some of me being old enough to know better. But almost always, the internet has been my refuge. I can find things to cheer me up, videos and stories, friends, old posts and new. I can post my writing for myself, for my friends, for someone's birthday present, or for an anonymous person on a kink meme who I will likely never meet again online - let alone in my daily life. If a certain spot is upsetting me more than it's helping me, I go somewhere else for a while, even if it's only 20 minutes watching a reviewer's video, or a youtube channel, or lurking on the kink meme of a fandom I'm not "officially" a part of.
Of course, that's not what The Dark Side of the Internet is about, at all. I dunno. See, I don't know what to say, I just babbled about my own experiences with the internet.
Ok, something we can all agree on? Fuck that Meditation Guy. He was funny for the first five seconds or so, but he KEPT COMING BACK. And INTERRUPTING. And Nash as the Webmaster was so cool, I hated to see him constantly interrupted. And it was kind of offensive too.
Seriously, fuck that character. A blight on some otherwise awesome intros.
Then we had a hilarious short about catnapping aliens. Which I loved.
Then we had a poignant tale of two guys trying to make it on the internet and running into issues and I really really liked that one.
Then we had a date gone horribly wrong (or right, depending on the person you ask) with a shoutout to the Secret Treehouse.
Then we had ... the Dark Side of the Internet.
Wow.
Just ... wow.
... somebody hold me?
I ... I'm not sure what I can say, really. It was ... good? It made me sad? It made me wonder even more about what's driven Welshy to quit reviewing? It made me think of "drama" on TGWTG Secrets a while back? It made me wanna hug everyone in the Treehouse and apologize in case I ever said stuff that upset people and I didn't know?
On a personal note, the reason I feel more comfortable talking to people online "instead of your own family" as the movie said, is because my mom and my stepdad aren't into the shows I like and aren't interested at all in the books or movies I'm into, and my mom gets really anxious and upset when my stepdad and I even talk in level voices about politics and she storms off from the table and leaves. I went to a TINY middle/high school with a graduating class of 7, including myself. Yes, SEVEN. So I had limited friends, and since most of us lived 40-60 minutes away from each other and had no cars, hanging out wasn't an option. And at school, again, nobody was into the stuff I was watching or reading or listening to. So, the internet. Whole groups of people talking about the things I was watching, reading, listening to, who wanted to share stories with each other and left comments on the stories I posted. People who were going through the issues I was experiencing at school or home and "got it," people who had gone through similar experiences and offered advice and support. Tv shows I couldn't find on my 6 gritty channels (All Hail the Mighty Netflix). Comedians and critics who were making references to shows I'd seen, books I'd read, memes I'd shared.
Going to college, I had real close friends for the first time since elementary school. People I could share almost anything with, squee over tv shows with, discuss fanfiction and tvtropes and geeky bans and go to cons with and midnight releases with. People who were just as passionate about geeky things as I was. Am. Whatever. So I have more friends that I've ever known how to deal with. And I get so anxious about that sometimes, about what people "really" think of me, if they really like hanging out with me, if I just made a complete ass of myself, etc. I'm working on that. My friends are helping me.
I've been really fortunate in my online life so far. Some awkward incidents, some nasty points, some misunderstandings because of language barriers on dA, some of me being young and stupid and some of me being old enough to know better. But almost always, the internet has been my refuge. I can find things to cheer me up, videos and stories, friends, old posts and new. I can post my writing for myself, for my friends, for someone's birthday present, or for an anonymous person on a kink meme who I will likely never meet again online - let alone in my daily life. If a certain spot is upsetting me more than it's helping me, I go somewhere else for a while, even if it's only 20 minutes watching a reviewer's video, or a youtube channel, or lurking on the kink meme of a fandom I'm not "officially" a part of.
Of course, that's not what The Dark Side of the Internet is about, at all. I dunno. See, I don't know what to say, I just babbled about my own experiences with the internet.
Ok, something we can all agree on? Fuck that Meditation Guy. He was funny for the first five seconds or so, but he KEPT COMING BACK. And INTERRUPTING. And Nash as the Webmaster was so cool, I hated to see him constantly interrupted. And it was kind of offensive too.
Seriously, fuck that character. A blight on some otherwise awesome intros.
