I deal with stupid people every day. And while their individual brands of stupidity are troubling, pretty much the final nail in their stupid coffin is when they expect me to give a shit about them. Real life is different but I learned long ago not to waste time with idiots online. They go on and on about why I should debate them and/or answer their questions but they never want a genuine debate, they simply want to go on and on with their ridiculous crap without ever listening to any contrary points of view. Or, you know, evidence.
And no matter how stupid their bullshit is (e.g. evolution deniers, climate change deniers) they can’t conceive of the possibility that you reject their idiocy because it’s completely without merit. They decide the problem must be that you can’t see their point which they intend to remedy by blathering on and on until they bury your objections under a mountain of bullshit.
Oh, I can see your point. It’s just really fucking stupid.
I frequently get asked if I have any good bloopers. People assume with the volume of videos I make, I must fuck up a fair bit. They’re right. People also tell me they think it would be funny to see me get angry when I screw up. Funny is a personal judgement but I think the answer to that one is also yes.
Take for example the video I recently posted of kangaroos on a golf course. I opened that video with a pretty cheesy slapstick comedy joke revolving around a sign for a scenic lookout. Gimme a break – I saw a sign that said “lookout” and I couldn’t resist. It reminded me of an old Far Side comic.
The thing is, it was a fairly obvious and simple setup but I had a bastard of a time gettign it right. See for yourself:
Many thanks to my long-suffering girlfriend who was my camera operator on the day. Her sanity saved me when I was really losing it by reassuring me we could come back the next day. How did I respond to her calming influence? By saying:
Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here… FUCK THIS SHIT!”
So I’ve decided to have my own “reality” video show. Mainly because my head is crowded with all these creepy characters who manifest themselves in videos wearing masks. I need to vote a few of them out of my head. The plan of action was basically my daughter’s – she started off by suggesting “Angry Idol” but I’m not cruel enough to inflict my singing voice on you.
And so “Angry Brother” was born.
Sadly, this travesty of a non-story seems to have travelled around the world. A 16 year old is allowed to “stay with friends while his mum and step dad go on a holiday. Nothing should go wrong because he’s sternly told “no parties”. Yeah, that’ll work. The inevitable happens and the kid organises a party.
Except this particular knucklehead youthful arrogance and a complete inability to understand the concept of consequences and couples that with modern communications. He’s actually stupid enough to announce the party and give out his home address on MySpace. The predictable outcome ensues – a huge crowd shows up, the party gets out of control and the cops are called.
At this point, most people are probably thinking “been there, done that” (apart from the MySpace debacle). Not quite. The cops say there were 500 people (that’s a suspicious round number – I strongly suspect it’s bullshit). The crowd was described as violent (riotous if you believe some reports) and the cops called in the dog squad and helicopter to disperse them.
This still wouldn’t have been a particularly unusual story if it wasn’t for the media angle. One of the particularly cretinous tabloid “current affairs” shows decided it was their moral duty to publicly humiliate a 16 year old. Yeah, way to take the moral high ground. The intent was bad enough but when you couple that with a host who’s too incompetent to get the better of a none too bright kid, well, it devolves into the realm of deeply pathetic.
Predictably, the interview clip was a huge hit on YouTube. If you haven’t seen it already, check it out and see who you think comes off as the bigger idiot:
While I’m not a fan of self-absorbed teenagers who seem to have been coddled their whole lives and have never been bothered with anything so tiresome as having to face the consequences of their actions, I really hate shitty media outlets. I mean, seriously, an irresponsible 16 year old? That’s a news story? And the media wonder why they have all the credibility of a used car salesman.
The title of this post is a reference to the single most stupid recurring comment I get on my YouTube videos. The Mr Angry mask seems to really confound some people. Some people really can’t work out what it is (I’m consistently surprised by how many people think it’s makeup or the markings are drawn directly onto my face) and others can’t wrap their head around why I would wear a mask.
Before I started this blog I made the decision to keep it anonymous (as much as possible). The IT job market in Melbourne (where I work) is small, conservative and gossipy. I planned from start to write some fairly outrageous stuff and I figured some people might have trouble separating the character of Mr Angry from the “real” me.
That, and I thought people wouldn’t want to talk to me if they thought they might end up as blog fodder. And who could blame them?
So it was simpler all around to blog anonymously. That worked well for a few months then I decided to complicate things by broadening the world of Mr Angry to encompass YouTube. When I was thinking about how to preserve some level of anonymity while making videos I went back for my college days.
I actually did a theatre degree back in the day (a few more years ago than I care to admit) which covered training in a range of performance styles including traditional Medieval mask work AKA Commedia dell’arte. While I was in one traditional play, a piece that always stayed with me was one done by another group where they used cheap plastic store-bought masks. Cutting the lower jaw out of these masks shows the actors’ real mouths and has the effect of making something completely inanimate look incredibly alive.
And so Mr Angry was born. A cheap translucent mask (the visage is based on the actor Clark Gable for the trivia minded) has the jaw cut out and some angry lines drawn on. And the rest is some rather confusing history.
All of which is a slightly drawn out way of saying things are changing. When I organised a gathering for YouTube users in Melbourne I knew my cover would be blown. I had no intention of wearing the mask to a public gathering and so I knew there would end up being a lot of videos of me without a mask (although not as many as I expected – it seemed like there were only about 20 cameras at the gathering and I thought there would be closer to 100).
So, seeing as I was effectively unmasked I thought I’d make a “coming out” video. This was an explanation to any longer term viewers who didn’t know my back story as well as an introduction to the thousand or so new subscribers that came my way courtesy of Mr Safety.
Who knows, even the old hands at this blog might learn something new.
I’m decompressing from the weekend. Two major events have come to pass. First, I finally got to meet one of my favourite people on YouTube; Cory Williams AKA MR Safety of SMP Films. Second was the gathering we organised for YouTube users and viewers to get together in Melbourne is finally over.
The first thing we did when Cory landed was make some videos even though he was jet lagged. We had fun playing up the stereotype that Americans don’t know anything about Australia. This one is short and sweet:
This one has a longer set-up but is rapidly becoming the most popular video ever uploaded to my YouTube channel:
Cory’s “endorsement” of me has meant a doubling of my subscriber numbers in a really short time frame which is both weird and incredibly gratifying to someone as vain as me. Anyway, I’ll round off with my video from the gathering at the weekend. I’m almost sure I’m going to start writing regularly again tomorrow.
Oh, by the way, don’t watch this video if you’re easily shocked. I’m not wearing a mask!
People often ask me if my angry behaviour has any effect on my kids. Allow me to present Exhibit A: