I’m a good friend of Sara’s. I’ve always dug the four eyed monsters movie and the episodes. I’ve just discovered your sight – btw, the tech notes are rad, thanks for taking the time to do that. anyway, i never felt it necessary to post any response or anything, but after seeing you’re “give me back my shit” video i wanted to suggest that you do that full-time; ridiculous DIY videos with lots of fresh and spontaneous freaking out of the squares. Love and the struggle to understand life and cool music cues from new hit internet bands, thats cool too, but seriously, let yourself go more – its extremely entertaining.

-Mike

Peace

I read Williamsboard before watching your video and that made it even more awesome. The parody and confession were decent too–walking into this scene a full month later I have to say this was all worth a stolen bike, passport, and video recorder. The coat though…that was the coat you wore to the premiere of FEM at Slamdance, wasn’t it? I hope it turns up.

I think anyone who’s had their important expensive shit taken at a party will appreciate that. (I know I did) I like how everyone complained about your video, saying you were being whiny, but in doing that, they were being a lot whinier than you were. The video was a good fuck you. Good luck in getting your stuff back.

Fantastic ending, PS.

still hopin’ for you.

For a few months I was hanging out pretty exclusively with this friend of mine who’d moved away to New York, played at doing the junkie/whore thing, then come back to Iowa, to live in a trailer park with her mom and brother. She was struggling in various ways, and I was enamored with her situation, or at least amazed, or fascinated, something, anyway: so I videoed her a lot, and she got off on this because it fed into her personal mythology, so we both benefited. But one night we go this party and we both get raging drunk and she does this fantastic-never-will-be-seen-again freakout version of some song in the basement of the party (aided by a sound system, even), that I gratefully, gleefully stole on video. The definitive moment. Ended with her writhing around on the floor, everybody leaving, embarrassed for her, her still slurring into the microphone. Or so I remember: I don’t actually know that this is how things went down, because I ended up stumbling home, and then it started raining–like, biblically raining: thunder, Lear shouting sound & fury about sound & fury, all that–and my camera got totally fucked and the tape was ultimately ruined. (I also lost some footage that I remember being pretty great of her driving us drunk through the trailer park.) My friendship and voyeurism with this girl ended when she showed up some days later at my place demanding $80 I owed her and didn’t have so she could go buy some cocaine.

The moral of the story being, that I’ve never been able to see any kind of moral to the story.

I hope you get your shit back. But if you don’t, the equation will likely balance anyway, just beyond our point of view. Not that you will benefit from any of these words; I know even really smart people rarely write useful things. But I guess the internet is the new talk radio, and you’re a radio host. So! Anyway! Good luck.

Also,
Remember one of the most important rules of old-web:
normal person + anonymity + audience = total jackass

-Andrew

And yea, YouTube is kinda full of people who have nothing better to do all day but to talk shit to a person they’ll never see face to face… *shrug*

Here’s to hoping you get your stuff back.