For those of you that don’t know (but pretty much anyone who is reading this now already does but hey it fill some space, doesn’t it?) actress, YouTuber, and general all-around nice person Kat Dennings had her private nakedy naked photos leaked across the internet last week.
Now I’ll say this now: They were good photos. Kat Dennings is a very attractive person and seeing a very attractive person without clothing is a pretty cool thing most of the time. She looked good in these photos is what I’m trying to say here. But that’s not the point. However stupidly attractive she looked (and she did look stupidly attractive) the fact is that they are now available worldwide without her permission, and despite her lawyers going mad taking them down from wherever they’re hosted they will never truly be gone because that’s how the internet works.
But at someone (who?) said “There’s no such thing as bad publicity.”, and as an INTERNET FRIEND of mine said “Do you think being betrayed by an ex releasing private pictures isn’t as bad when the online response is unanimously ‘amazing tits!’?” – there is a silver lining to this. Mostly. The best example of this I can give is myself who, up until yesterday, had only vaguely even heard of Kat Dennings. Yesterday I ran the full spectrum of thinking “I’m not really sure who this famous girl in the photos are but she’s mighty pretty” (and she did look mighty pretty), to thinking “Hey actually she seems like a really nice person.” to actually then feeling guilty about looking at the original pictures because of just how nice she comes across as, and I am now very much pro-Kat Dennings and look forward to her in Thor. But in a strange paradox if I hadn’t have looked at the pictures I would never have known that she’s so nice that I should never have looked at them in the first place. Got that? Good.
It’s just one of those scary reminders of the way the internet is now. Now it’s possible to take a photo of something and have it leaked across the other side of the world before you put your clothes on again. And that’s terrifying, not just to the reams of very annoyed celebrities, but of course of the real danger it poses to actual real people who don’t make the connection that as soon as you send a photo of something you don’t want on the internet, the internet is exactly the first place it will go. Thankfully, and this is where I can shoehorn in a Michelle Trachtenberg (who is still the best ever ever) mention, there are people trying to get the message across to the younger generation before they do something stupid. It makes me happy in so many different scary ways that it is possible to visit a website and for girls to take a VIDEO QUIZ with Michelle who tells them about the dangers of sexting. That’s awesome. Kat Dennings, take that quiz.
So basically what I’m saying is this: Leaked pictures, however amazingly good they are (and hers were amazingly good), are bad. They’re a scary invasion of privacy and if a celebrity wants to go all naked then they should do it when they want to, although if you’re planning to take a whole load of drugs and get worse looking, try and do it before then (I’m looking at you, Lohan). Also you might have noticed that I was focusing on the lovely Kat Dennings leaked pictures instead of the leaked also naked pictures of Jessica Alba that spewed forth at around the same time. The reason for this is that Kat Dennings is like nine times better than Jessica Alba. Silly!
Additional: How stupid of me to forget to mention that today is Life Day! I hope everyone has a happy life day and celebrates by doing a lot of cocaine and singing a song to the main theme of a major science fiction franchise. We ceeeeelebrate a day of peace…
I really need to work out what this blog is.
Is it a “here’s the events of my life presented though a prism of sardonical (it’s a word now) humour and bad science fiction references that will distract from the original point I am trying to make”? Well, ideally, but the trouble is that that nothing actually happens to me that’s worth blogging about. Well, nothing that I can spin into something vaguely entertaining, anyway. I supposed I could just take the mundane elements of life and blow them totally out of proportion:
Hey so I was crossing the street and a lady was wearing a hat that totally sort of looked like an Ewok. AND TO THAT POINT: who brought fireworks to the Battle of Endor? I mean when they were all preparing the the battle near Sullust which rebel pilot was like “Yeah I could take these proton torpedoes but really you know what would be cooler? Fireworks. Just load my X-Wing up with fireworks. It will rule, trust me guys.” and all his friends are like “Um, Fash [the pilot’s name was ‘Fash Bandur’ in my mind], what if we need you to, like, kill some TIE fighters? Couldn’t you just bring a few torpedoes?” and he was all “No way man FIREWORKS!!!” but then at the celebration at the end he was totally laughing at his amazing foresight at bringing some fireworks but it didn’t matter because all his friends were dead. So yeah, it was a cool hat.
OR is this blog just a way to rant about the seemingly insignificant things in my life that, let’s face it, no one really cares about but THEY SHOULD care about it because it’s THE INTERNET, DAMNIT:
Man those charity people on the street are jerks. They sort of scream at you with “PUPPIES ARE DYING!! ONLY YOU CAN SAVE THEM!! DO YOU HATE PUPPIES??” and while no I don’t hate puppies but seriously it’s raining and I don’t actually have any money to give you. And then they go all mean on you by making all the people on the street stupidly cute girls and you’re like “Well any chance to talk to a cute girl and let them know how much I care about puppies!” but in the end they’re not really interested in just how much you like puppies. And then they get greedy. “Oh, well you see, people usually give us notes instead of coins you see, don’t you have any notes?”. Okay, correct me if I’m wrong, but who actually gives notes? Who doesn’t just throw your spare change at them? And I mean this is England, so notes meaning at least £5 and I need that for my train home so, no. Sorry. Wow I sound like an asshole now. Sorry. Sorry.
OR is it just going to be a bizarre stream of consciousness that, in reflection, wont be understandable by anyone except me? For an example of that type of post, just re-read this entire post.
In summary: Blogs, eh? Blogs.
I’m going to end this post witha picture of Nien Nunb because, really now, he’s Nien Nunb. He’s a hero.
The benefit and problem of a lunch hour is that it’s a whole hour. Benefit because, well, it’s an hour not doing any work (and eating), but problem because there’s not actually a lot of things that one can do for a whole hour after you’ve eaten your sandwich.
Well, let me rephrase that. There’s not a lot of things that I can do. Because normal people can just sit in a coffee shop and read a book or use a laptop. But not me. You see, I don’t drink coffee. Like, at all, in any form, and so coffee shops, and the nice sofas they offer, seem somewhat off limits to me what with me not actually wanting anything they sell, just the aforementioned sofas. It seems odd to me as a non-coffeesman how coffee has become the default drink nowadays (or has it always been like that and I’ve been too wrapped up in myself to notice?). So as I peer in from the cold wishing there were coffee shops that didn’t actually serve coffee I have the lunch hour dilemma.
I realized that there’s only so many times a person can look around a Waterstones during a week and not actually buy anything (I think the staff think I’m a little odd) so I’m stuck to just wondering around (at least there’s a semi decent park nearby), and even that’s loosing it’s appeal not that the weather is just cold and wind. Just cold I’m fine with, that’s why hats exist, but cold and wind? No sir.
So what else is there to do? I just want somewhere warm to sit and read a book that isn’t also the place where I work and wont make me feel guilty for not wanting to drink a hot caffeinated liquid. Is that so hard?
In lighter news, I’m currently listening to the recently released Doctor Who Series 5 soundtrack non-stop (on Spotify since Play.com is being unusally slow), and it really is the best thing ever. I don’t know if Steven Moffat just went up to Murray Gold and said “Hey Murray how about this time you make your music really really good?” and Murray went “WHY DID I NEVER THINK OF THIS BEFORE??” because the difference in quality between this and his previous (still good!) work on the show is amazing.
Look if you can use Spotify (if you’re in the right parts of Europe) you can listen to it here which you should be doing and then go out and buy it with actual money because it’s like £10 for TWO DISKS of really good music go go go go: Murray Gold – Doctor Who: Series 5