As you know, for weeks the blog has been pretty weak. I’ve lost my blogging mojo. The lack of things to rant about has left me high and dry, without a creative word in my bones so I took last night off and a night earlier in the week, hoping that the the mojo would return. But alas, it has not happened. So … I was in iTed’s room and asked for a writers’ prompt. You know, where someone makes up the beginning of a story and I finish it in 500 words or less? I needed something to help me and this is what he came up with:
Imagine Justin.tv has died an untimely death. You can no longer broadcast, nor can you sit around on your butt watching your favorite, or despised channels. Your 2D friends and you have never exchanged real information about each other, so you have no way to get in contact with each other. Write a eulogy to JTV in 500 words or less?”
So here goes …
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. No! No! No! This is not a tale of two cities. There is no Madame Defarge sitting in the bastille knitting each unique JTV user-name into a scarf to send to Justin to drape around his neck as he heads out onto the streets of San Francisco in the chilly winter air.
This is a tribute to a part of life that has captured the hearts and minds of at least 1500 loyal viewers who kept coming back day after day after day after … well, you get the picture. As some left, new viewers found their way to the place where we wiped our feet, knocked on the door and dropped our sanity in the little bowl on the hall table and walked into a world we could not have imagined.
Chicken Marsala and Tomato, Onion and Cilantro Bruschetta
Together, Justin Kan, Emmet Shear, Kyle Vogt, and Michael Seibel collectively managed to hijack at least part of my brain one April morning and have yet to give it back. Now that the entity is gone and we are, all of us, in mourning, there is no turning back. There will be no return of the gray matter I once had that controlled my willpower. No longer do I have the ability to look at the clock and think, “Gee, it’s 11:30 at night, I should get up and get ready to go to bed now.”
What these men of Yale and MIT succeeded in doing was nothing short of remarkable. They dragged me from out of work TV-watching, felted purse knitting couch potato to lifecasting, food-photographing, blogging couch potato and lifecaster in a flash. Their control over me was so all-knowing, so powerful that I instantly fell in love with what they had produced and without looking back I dove head first into the pool.
No more would I see the world in the way it once looked, a place of comfort and refuge. No, now my world was a sea of words and thoughts on a computer screen, clacked out each day, sometimes for 24 hours at a time as I connected with the world on the other side of the monitor.
With JTV gone, what’s next? Sure, I’ve virtually “met” and made friends with some incredible people, but chances are I will never meet a single one of them. We know so much, yet so very little about each other, and yet we are all mourning a loss together today as our community quickly withers away.
JTV, you have been my soul, my support, my light and my darkness since April 21, almost 8 months of highs, lows, laughter and tears and I will miss you. This revolution you created will be with me always. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
Thanks Spooks! My lifecasting and chatting friend! 🙂
This was just a writer’s prompt. There’s nothing factual about what you’ve read above in terms of JTV’s health or mortality. It is still alive and kicking, but iTed, thank you for the prompt. It was the perfect jarring I needed to help me find the creative, right-brain side of my soul.