Friday, December 28, 2018

Don't Tell Me What I Can't Do, Part IV: The Lip Sync

Welcome to "Don't Tell Me What I Can't Do," a new series here on PoYB. Please first read this blog post I wrote in 2009. There, I listed 22 subjects that I would NEVER write about on this website. Here in 2018, I say: don't fucking tell me what I can't do. For a total of twenty-two posts, I will be blogging about these subjects, in striking defiance of my 20-year-old naiveté.

TODAY'S "FORBIDDEN" SUBJECT: The video in which I do an interpretive dance to an NSYNC song in fifth grade

WHY IT WAS FORBIDDEN: Because it's fucking embarrassing, that's why. For my parents' Christmas gift this year, I digitized 296 home videos from their collection. The catch was that, in order to record them onto the computer, I actually had to sit down and watch them as they recorded. This was an insanely frustrating and monotonous task, as there are only so many times you can watch school musicals and still shots of opening Christmas presents before you start to go fucking crazy. Plus, there's always that uncomfortable feeling that you get when you watch yourself when you were young. I was a dork, a loser, and it was tough watching this dorky loser on camera, embarrassing himself. I was embarrassed. May these home videos never gain a wide audience. That being said...

HOW I WILL WRITE ABOUT IT: I will post the goddamn video.

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The password is pukeonyourbirthday.

Merry Christmas and a happy New Year, ya dumb fucks. Enjoy.

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