Rory, your videos have moved me.  I watched them both, and they made me think about a lot of things.  I took some time to organize my thoughts and evaluate what the most important thing I got out of it was.  

I've thought long and hard about it and I've decided: I want to buy you a lightbulb.  

Peace, out!

Rory, I definitely have to say that this is the most relaxed that I've ever seen you. Being a jobless loser suits you.

Wow. Haven't seen *that* up close in a long, long time. Never seen your editing before. As much as it pains me...um...you're really fracking good.

The Cowboy -

"I've thought long and hard about it and I've decided: I want to buy you a lightbulb."

That would help, but I have learned in my free time (which is a lot) what the real problem is.

The fuse blew. And the fuse box is in the other half of the duplex I'm living in (it's actually a divided house - there's a door to the other apartment, but it's been welded shut or something - that's why I don't have my own fuse box, and also why, unless I want to talk to my neighbors, I can't get the light in my room turned back on).

The problem is one of bad neighborly tendencies rather than rising to the challenge of resetting the breaker. I will live here until my lease is over six months from now, and the only way I'm getting power back to that room is if the guy upstairs blows one of his own fuses and accidentally fixes my problem.

That gives me an idea. I have this mega hair dryer that a cosmetologist friend of mine hooked me up with, and it's powerful enough that it used to overload the electrical system of my condo. I couldn't turn the bathroom fan while I used the dryer - eventually I took to plugging the dryer into a socket on a different circuit, but it was inconvenient because I couldn't stare at myself in the mirror as easily.

Back to the point, I could totally use my dryer to induce a block-wide blackout. Then my neighbor would *have* to attend to the fuse box.

Don't tell anybody I'm doing this. I think it would maybe get me in trouble.

kettch -

"Rory, I definitely have to say that this is the most relaxed that I've ever seen you. Being a jobless loser suits you."

The one I'm editing right now (in COLOR - OH, YEAH) is much more energetic.

But I know what you mean. I get pretty worked up when my attention's divided. Not good at handling it.

I hope to remain a jobless loser for the rest of my life. I don't even want to go so far as to apply for social security benefits or food stamps - that would almost be like a job.

chinagirl -

"Wow. Haven't seen *that* up close in a long, long time."

Ha ha. I have psychocologically damaged you and also emotionally too. This is how I entertain myself. If other people feel bad, then I'm having a good time.

"Never seen your editing before. As much as it pains me...um...you're really fracking good."

"fracking"?

DORK. OH MY GOD MY DORK-O-METER JUST EXPLODED FROM TRYING TO MEASURE HOW MUCH DORK IS COMING FROM YOUR BEING - IT'S LIKE YOU'RE JUST SQUIRTING DORK EVERYWHERE - DORK OVERLOAD - I NEED TO GET MY ANTI-DORK SUIT ON. FOR REAL. GAWD.

Also, it was nice to see you tonight.

Happy burfday.

Do you know you look a lot better in black & white then in Color?

someone -

"Do you know you look a lot better in black & white then in Color?"

I didn't think it was possible for me to look any better.

Thank you :)

It didn't have spiders, but it was still scary-

and very funny.

The part that wasn't funny and very scary was, no not the close ups, but the 'no job obsession' part.

Because, well, since Virginia didn't work out for me, I'm not even making the small about of money I was planning on to suppliment my artistic endeavors.

So, until I get another 'day job' (or start selling enough art), I can't laugh at you. Damn it.

But then, I didn't blow 50 thou on a house! Hah- oh, wait... I blew that much on four years of art school with all kinds of interest... you can't even resell that.

Money may rhyme with funny, but that's just some sick, twisted, coincidence, because it's no laughing matter.

To me, right now, anyways.

But, my whining aside, I'm digging the videos, Rory. I'm looking forward to this 'new color video' you mentioned...

- Cindy -

You should be yourself more.

You've just web 2.0'ified the snot out of Thanksgiving and now all the pilgrims and Indians are rolling over in their sacred burial grounds cursing their blasted luck for being born in a YouTubeless world. The credit-cardless dweebs are no doubt humbled by your superior thanking skills and will surely haunt you out of pure jealous spite if you don't fix your lights soon.

By the way, what's this paper mail thing that you gave thanks for. Is that real? I thought it was just an urban legend...

Once again, excellent work....

Yeah. Fracking. I said it. I'll scream it: FRACKING. FRACKING FRACK!

FRACK-A-FRACK-FRACK-FRACK.

Frack. Yo.

You're Dork-o-meter's going off because you built the damn thing; who else would have enough time and experience? "Oh I'm Rory, and I'm so cool I have a Dork-o-meter, and you're like, waaaaay off the Dork-o-meter charts. I mean, D0rk0m3t3r charts....yeah."

Sucker. I'm not the one sitting around making home movies and building Dork-o-meters. So I'll just laugh, while you sit pretty thinking you've psychologically damaged me. You may as well leave cheese out to mold, but whatever...you can have this one.

And it was really great to see you too. Thanks for an awesome bifday night. Next year I'll teach you how to swing a sparkler.

(hint: Lots of hair products are the key...trust me.)