Achewood was a brilliant web comic that burned out and died a few years ago, was resurrected last summer and faded again. Its creator, Chris Onstead, said this on his blog today:
Hope it works out. Don't know how the dialogue will translate from print to animation; seeing the words of Roast Beef, all flat and affectless, is different than hearing them. But I wish him luck.
WEB The mass suspension for doing the Harlem Shake seems extreme, especially if there was official adult supervision who were in on the joke. After seeing video of actual riots in local schools, this doesn't rise to the level of an actual melee. It was a controlled, purposeful melee with intentional disorganization. And it almost forced me to abandon a goal I set a while ago: never see a Harlem Shake video.
It has nothing to do with any objection to the meme. Nothing about it sounded as stupid as planking or owling or picking up ice cream cones by grabbing the ice cream or any other witless attempt to "go viral" and land on Buzzfeed for 37 minutes, after which the rest of your life is a slow decrescendo. It was an experiment: could I avoid an internet craze entirely? Of course I could. I would have, too, but once I mentioned to my daughter that I was trying to avoid Harlem Shake videos, it became her objective to get me to watch one. This weekend I finally used my holdout status as a bargaining chip: if you do this, I will watch a Harlem Shake video.
That worked, of course. So I watched a Harlem Shake compilation. Okay, I get it. Guy in a helmet, twitching. Then everyone engages in spasmodic writhing. I really don't feel like I was missing much. Point is, I failed to avoid an internet Thing, which makes me wonder if that's even possible these day. Or advisable. It doesn't matter whether the Craze is any good - people just hate to admit ignorance of it. Because then you can't be blase about it before everyone else. 0
Okay, I'm just rambling now. (Now? you say.) Enjoy your Monday, and remember: We're almost done with February. Spring's almost here. March is just a walk in the park. Granted, it's Central Park, and we're walking it south to north, but still.