4) Girl Flies Into Lake Off Bike Jump
There is a template for this kind of video. It involves a girl pedaling in high speed toward a ramp, slamming directly into the ramp, and sinking into a nearby body of water. What sets this one apart is the hang time the girl gets. Check it out. That’s a full Wile E. Coyote.

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3) How To Deactivate A Cat
I’m proud of this one because I came up with that title, which has become the defualt title for the video across most video sites and blogs. It’s amazing because we all have cats, and I’m pretty sure none of realized that we could just pause them. I think I’ve got a Chip Clip and a cat around here somewhere…

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2) The Kenny Powers K-Swiss Uncensored Video
In my humble opinion, it’s rare that an advertisement online crosses the line to must-see viewing. This video, though, goes all out and deserves every single view it receives. I’m not even that big a Danny McBride (he’s funny, just not a fave) fan, but this is great.

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1) Fox News Jet Pack Fail
This video is my favorite of the week. It’s everything a viral video should be. It’s a news blooper. It’s short. And it’s got a catchphrase “AND IT STARTS RIGHT NOW!” It’s not the most popular video of the week, but it is by far my favorite. I’ve watched it at least ten times.

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In 2000, I had two connotations for hipster. One was positive. It was from “Last of the Spiddyocks” by Digable Planets. There’s a line where Ish (Butterfly) raps “You down with Digable Planets you’s a hipster,” and it sounded so cool that I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want anything other than to be a hipster. The other contemporaneous usage was derogatory and came from Seinfeld. Jerry Seinfeld’s neighbor, Kramer, was often described as a doofus hipster. It is that usage of doofus that informed my own usage of the term. Kramer had a signature look: thrift store pants, bowling shirts, quirky hair. It was a look that was adopted by a lot of people my age. Even after the show ended, there were still people who maintained that look or at least an evolved version of that look. In particular, there were a bunch of guys who hung around outside the English Department at the University of Oklahoma in 2000 who maintained that aesthetic. My little brother called them “Weird Beards” because most of them had bears that were intricately trimmed and maintained like topiaries. They were generally smart guys, but they were the hardest core of the determined-to-be-different lot. I began referring to those guys as hipsters because they were to my mind latter-day Kramers. Well, needless to say soon others began using the appellation, and before too long it must have spread from Norman, Ok, to all points North, South, East and West.

At first, I wanted to stop the spread and use of the term. I could see that the term was quickly being perverted to include people who would more accurately be described as scenesters. Maybe there were some things I could’ve done: aggressive pamphleteering, an edutainment series on public television, or unrestrained tsking whenever I heard the term being used. The spread of the word had just gone too far too fast, and I had to learn to let go. Otherwise, I would have spent years fretting my nights away. Now it appears hipster is here to stay. For that, I just want to apologize. I will try to be more responsible in popularizing words, music, tv shows, and anything else that I might regret later having made trendy. I also apologize for “Like A G6″ which I made popular with one tweet early in 2009.

Last year a trio of court rulings began peeling back Miranda rights. Thanks to Maryland v Shatzer, a request to not answer questions without a lawyer present is now moot. Thanks to that ruling, all that is required is a break in custody before cops can begin questioning you again. It is now possible that police can release a suspect who has refused to talk without a lawyer, pick him up again and resume questioning him. Berghius v. Thompson found that you must explicitly invoke your right to remain silent in order to be recognized. Yes, that “right” is now opt-in instead of opt-out. Finally, in Florida v Powell, the court found that suspects needn’t be given the Miranda warning that we are all familiar with as long as they are informed of their rights, creating a scenario where cops no longer have a concrete definition of the warnings they need to give suspects.

We now live in a world where cops need only imply our rights to us when we are taken into custody. Then those rights that are implied must be specifically invoked in order to be considered binding. That protection you get from invoking your rights, however, is temporary and disappears after a brief period of time. That undermines your right to avoid self-incrimination, and the problem is compounded by Connick v Thompson, because it creates a world where your newly-undermined rights might land you in jail, whether you are guilty or not, and once you’re there, the prosecution may engage in wrongdoing, withholding evidence that would prove your innocence, without fear of reprisal. I’m not a person who leaps to alarm, quickly, but with more and more people on death row being proven innocent, each year, it occurs to me that we should be reinforcing our legal system against the cracks and flaws that have allowed so many innocent people to be arrested, convicted, and in some cases executed. Instead, we’re increasing the structural damages that have created those flaws. Well, we aren’t. The Supreme Court is.

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She pointed out that Spongebob’s hands formed a penis during a dance sequence in the “I Heart Dancing” episode. I ran to the internet to see if this was something others had picked up on. I didn’t immediately see anything other than someone pointing out that Squidward’s head looked like a penis in the frames immediately preceding the sequence we’d been discussing. TWO PENISES? Yes, there are two hidden penises in fifteen seconds in this one episode of Spongebob Squarepants! You’re welcome, Internet.

For me, the main strength of Delicious was that it liberated my bookmarks from the browser and allowed me to access them from any computer anytime. It also was one of the first websites I ever used that allowed me to “tag” anything. In addition to having my bookmarks searchable by name, I could categorize sites using whatever tags I found helpful. Your tags were also discoverable by other users of the service. Despite having millions of users, the social aspect of the site never really did anything for me. Largely, this was because almost no one I knew used the site. It was social before social was big.

Ideally, one could use Delicious to discover new sites to peruse. You might search through tags, but because you didn’t know the people who’d bookmarked the sites, the tags were either untrustworthy or obvious. That is to say, you might search for comedy and come across either some lame collection of jokes or Comedycentral.com. I did eventually come across the blog We Make Money Not Art, which updated its Delicious bookmarks on a regular basis, constantly adding interesting new articles and photo galleries, but Delicious never really caught on for that kind of use.

Meanwhile, “social” began its march toward being the buzzword we know and love today. Slashdot became a popular destination for discovering the latest tech news. It was replaced by Digg, which had a wider scope than tech news and became a destination for finding out news and content that was hot. Twitter and Facebook soon supplanted Digg as destinations for sharing cool links. As those link sharing sites proliferated, Delicious’s other strength, being a browser-free bookmarking service, was all that remained to set it apart. But soon, even that would disappear. First Opera, then Chrome, and finally Firefox all developed technologies that would allow you to access your bookmarks from whatever computer you were using, provided you were using their browsers.

I still use Delicious. When I began working in internet video, I began accumulating hundreds of video sites I’d check for content. I had it all categorized on Delicious. In fact, I found that useful for sharing my links with my co-workers. I could simply send them URLs for my tagged bookmarks so that they would have access to my bookmarks. The problem for me is that that isn’t really reason enough to continue using Delicious. I can’t imagine why anyone would continue to use the service other than intertia.

I will always have a fondness for Delicious. It is the same fondness that I have for Friendster and the old Northern Lights search engine. They were all innovative in their days, but we have little real use for them now. Instead of forcing it to amble on in its old age, Yahoo should put Delicious to sleep.

The tragedies that occurred at last year’s birthday celebrations– I’m very sorry, Oprah– will not be forgotten anytime soon by anyone present. There are some things that you just can not unsee. Again, I’m very sorry, Oprah. Of course, my feeling is that we should let bygones be bygones and that all the damages should be paid for through Paypal but not by me.

It has come to my attention that many of you were looking forward to celebrating my birthday with me. The feeling was mutual. I was looking forward to celebrating my birthday with me, too.

In place of birthday greetings and presents, I ask that you make a small donation to the foundation I’ve started to help people in third-world countries celebrate birthdays. It’s called the “Make A Wish* Foundation.” Were you aware that there are parts of the world with people too poor to have birthdays? It’s because they don’t have the necessary ingredients for cake. They light small bushes on fire and ask the birthday boys or girls to blow them out. If they blow them out, they receive a wish (usually to live elsewhere), and if they don’t, there’s fire. Everywhere. Be sure you give to the foundation with an asterisk in the name. If you don’t, your donation will go toward fulfilling some dying kid’s last wish, which is a real waste of your money, because it isn’t likely you’ll ever receive a Thank You note.

The hardest part of all this is that I may never get to have a thirty-third birthday. All the other parties involved in these high-level discussions have seen fit that I should remain thirty-two at least through these tumultuous times. I’m eager to see thirty-three, but my people at the UN don’t think it’s feasible for at least another four years without military intervention.

Reprinted from the Legal sections of the Tulsa World, New York Sun, and TV Guide.

I’ll keep my remarks brief because I know we all want nothing more than to get out of here, and also the rapid blood loss from my temple is making it difficult to remain coherent. As I look out across a sea of smiling and somewhat swollen faces, I think to myself, “these are the leaders of the future.” When I told my parents I felt that way, they both burst into tears, but once they stopped banging their heads against the furniture, they too agreed that they could see a future in which our graduating class was in power. That caused a brain aneurism for my father, a brain aneurism of joy, I’m sure.

Just four years ago, many of us didn’t know each other nor did we have any idea that we would be trying out for the same spots on our sports teams, in our debate clubs, and with our local gangs. Yet we came together, got to know each other, hatched a plot to kidnap the school board, beat up the snitch who told our plans, and really just learned what it meant to call each other friends. But that was the past, and we’re interested in the future. It may be the delirium setting in, but I expect good things from this graduating class. Whether it is jail or college, many of us already have commitments for the next three to five years with time off for good behavior.

Webster’s Dictionary defines Success as “Jacob Henry sucks big ones” because our library’s copy had not been cared for. And you could look at that as vandalism, or you could look at it as just another example of our class’s unwillingness to be bound by the definitions and rules of those who come before us. We have learned to think outside the box because solitary confinement is a dangerous place to be alone with your thoughts. I will bring my comments to a close because my tooth has just fallen out, and I hear the sound of blood rushing in my ears. Yesterday is over; today is drawing to a close; and tomorrow is just over the horizon. If we use tomorrow to rest and heal, we should be ready to go out into the world, the day after tomorrow, for arraignments resulting from the spread of the cellphone video of tonight’s fights. Thank you, graduating class of 2010!

Why do glee clubs and college acapella groups exist? Because there’s strength in numbers. You can diss one scrawny lover of vocal music, but the time and effort required to diss an entire group requires a bit more effort than the payoff is usually worth. I have always had a soft spot for these groups, but I’ve fallen hardcore for a certain substrain of these a capella groups. I love groups that cover current hip hop and pop songs, taking something that was already cool, making it geeky, but pushing the geekiness to an extreme that is wonderful. The most recent of these videos to become popular is this Columbia/Barnard cover of a Dr. Dre classic.

This is a cover of Ben Fold’s cover, and what pushes this video into the realm of geeky cool is the costuming choices the girls have made. Tennis racquets? That’s the whole nine!

Of course, I’ve amassed a number of other favorites over the years. Here a few I consider classic.

The Final Countdown

I borrowed a friend’s time machine and went back to 1996 just so that I could feel ok suggesting that this choreography is the bomb. After using that slang I returned to the present because in 1996, watching video on the internet meant using Quicktime and waiting half an hour to download ten seconds of postage stamp-sized video over Compuserve.

Gangsta’s Paradise

This is by one of my favorite acapella groups, UCLA’s Scattertones. Their b-girl stances and posturing are enough to make this video killer, but it’s the when you get to the bridge, where they kick the choreo into high gear with a step routine, that this video begins to soar. Even Coolio responded to this video on Youtube because it was so awesome. Coolio doesn’t just respond to anyone– unless you start by saying “I’m an agent, and I’m pretty sure I can sell your brand of feel-good party rap with gangsta feel to nostalgic  30-somethings in the Midwest.”

Harder Better Faster Stronger

This Daft Punk song was unavoidable on the Internet for a while. It’s popularity coincided with the birth of Youtube, and there were at least two other wildly popular viral videos based on the song. For me, this was more about the strength of the performance than the charisma of the performers or any other wow factor. I also like that the group is called the Carleton Knights because the group may not have been named for him, but who doesn’t think of Carlton from the Fresh Prince when thinking about glee clubs?

Just Dance

Normally, I disqualify songs that include musical accompaniment, but PS22 can not be bound by anything, least of all my arbitrary rules. These kids are amazing, and have several stellar covers under their belts, including Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger. My fear is that these kids will attempt to enroll at High School Musical’s East High in a few years, only to discover that it exists only in film, and then layers of their reality will fly away Inception-style. “People don’t like acapella?” “The people on Glee are autotuned?” “Our teacher isn’t cool outside of school?”

I love Fox’s Glee. Glee has made this kind of music acceptable in the mainstream, but Glee actually does this kind of music a disservice. The vocals on the show are sometimes painfully post-produced, and only Lea Michele has a voice strong enough to make you forget about the instrumental accompaniment. That’s why I’m thankful for all the groups who have come up with their own quirky performances and uploaded them to the net over the years. Here is one bonus video for those of you who have made it this far.

Videogame Medley:

Arnold Benedict had two problems: A bum for a roommate, and, after evicting said roommate, an empty room full of potential. Instead of exploiting said room for profit, he built a camera obscura!

…if you’re like me, you have a lot of time on your hands, and not a whole lot of money [re: broke as shit from three paragraphs above], and no immediate desire to move someone into that empty space. So I did some research and decided to look into building a camera obscura [after getting denied access previously on account of I'm 'not an old person' (statement made by a security guard at the senior recreation center in Santa Monica in response to 'can we go in there?')].

-Read more at Down in the Well

Over at Notzombies.com, between recaps of True Blood and Bachelor Pad (yes, Bachelor Pad), NotZombies discusses the day, this week, when his lunch hour went action movie.

At that exact moment, less than a block away, an armed officer of the Beverly Hills Police Department was screaming into his shoulder mic for reinforcements. “I NEED BACK UP! GOD DAMN IT, I AM IN THE SHIT HERE! CALL SWAT! FUCK, CALL THE GOD DAMN ARMY! JUST GET ME SOME FIREPOWER AND GET IT HERE 10 MINUTES AGO!”

-Read More at NotZombies

Inkoo at Thinkovision recaps Mad Men

The Don v. Ted feud had a brilliant dénouement, but the upstart rival storyline was a fly I kept swatting away.  We didn’t know enough about the Pete-ish Ted to gauge whether he posed a real challenge to Don, making the feud hard to care about — though to get the attention of the New York Times, Ted must be a pretty gifted self-promoter, if not a great ad man.

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Amy weighs in on Piranha 3D with her review for Boxoffice.com

Are you a breast man? An ass man? Or a fish man? Either way, there’s plenty of all three in this bloody spree by French director Alexandre Aja. The script is ridiculous, the bodies are great and the film skates so long on the line between knowingly bad and bad that by the time the body count hits 100 and the booby count hits 1000, we’ve lost track of the difference.

-Read more at Amyweekly

And Ross Lincoln has been up to… update your blog, Ross!