November 2008 Archives

Well, it's been a ride, and I learned a lot. Thirty days, four days no post. Donated a little money to charity. Now, I will reward myself by just saying thanks to everyone that read a few posts. My Twitter post was even bookmarked on a social site! I don't know what's next, but I will be posting more in the future. Plus, I'll be doing to NaBloPoMo thing again come February. Ta-Ta for now!

I did it. I totally voided the warranty and jailbroke my iPhone. This means I can download and install applications that aren't authorized by Apple. Why would I do this? Backgrounder - When you start a program on the iPhone, you are pretty much stuck with that program until you are done with it. Once you press the home key, it"ll stop the program and reset the session. Backgrounder lets the program run in the background, so you can switch between programs without losing their sessions. WinterBoard - This program allows you to tweak the look in feel of the iPhone. Change the look of the icons, the background, and also the sound. Give the iPhone a little personal touch. Cycoder - This application changes the still camera of the iPhone into a video camera. It captures the video and sound on to the iPhone so that it can be downloaded for YouTube upload. Qik - Qik does the same to the iPhone camera, but instead of saving the video on the iPhone, the video is streamed live to the Qik website. There, other's can see your live event. Life casting here we come. Rumor has it this will be released legally to the App Store soon. Openssh - Openssh puts a Secure Shell client and server on you iPhone. What? Well, for those that don't know secure shell, it's a way to connect, command and copy assets (files) to/from the iPhone over a encrypted channel. I.e., copy those files to you computer made by Cycorder. Making the iPhone an accessible storage drive. Now, how does one jailbreak the iPhone? Go here. This is the tool I use.

Sorry I missed last Thursday, and another apology for moving this iPod Check to Friday. First up is Dannii Minogue. Who?!?! It's Kylie Minogue's sister. She has a lot of sounds going on in the club scene. I heard about her from one of my favorite internet radio sites XRM Radio. I heard this song on the movie Real Genius. I fell in love with the song due to the fact that the movie parallels my life. Boy genius not accepted into normal society, must stop a egotistical professor from building the ultimate in laser warfare. Ahh, good times... For those who hate country, leave now. It's not quite, but close to it. Alison Krauss is awesome. Her original style brings my home every time. If you ever wanted to swing over to country music for a bit, she is a great place to start. Are you surprised I like this crap? I like it all.

Thankful for... Not: My acid reflux. Am: $4 Zantac at Walgreens Not: The current economy. Am: My job. Not: The cold. Am: Enjoying a warm Dr. Pepper, with a slice of lemon. Not: WordPress' constant upgrade request. AM: Not publishing the whole site at each post. Not: The 1,000 mph bus going down my street every 15 minutes. Am: My apartment that is close to every thing cool. In these trying times, I tend to break even.

Another traditional Thanksgiving dish. Number of happy eaters: 6 What you need:

• 6 medium potatoes
• 1 cup whole milk
• 4 slices whole-grain bread
• 1 cup onion
• 1 cup celery
• 1/4 cup fresh parsley
• 2 tsp Mrs. Dash
• Salt and pepper to taste

What you do: Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Cook, peel and mash those taters. Mash them up with 1/2 cup of the milk. Dice the bread into little squares, place them in a bowl with the rest of the milk, let soak. Chop up the onion and celery, put them in a skillet with some oil. Saute over low heat until onion is brown and celery is tender. Combine the onion and celery with the potatoes. Stir in bread, parsley (chop it first) and Mrs. Dash. Salt and pepper it. Pour the whole mass into an oiled baking pan, bake it for 60 minutes. You'll know it's done when the top is brown. Serve with butter, and enjoy!

This is a recipe I tried last X-mas, and it went over with grand reviews. What you need: 2 lbs Brussels sprouts 1/2 cup red wine 4 tbsp honey 2 tbsp soy sauce 1 1/2 tsp cornstarch What you do: Cut the stems off the Brussels sprouts and cut a slit into the base of the sprout, about 1/4 inch deep. Mix the wine, honey, and soy sauce together, then mix that with 1/2 cup of water. Now, stir that with the sprouts and simmer, covered, for 15 minutes. Uncover and stir every so often for 10 more minutes. Add some water to the cornstarch, then quickly stir that with the sprouts for five minutes. Remove from heat. Enjoy!

When I was younger I had a book that instructed me on how to draw cars in 3D. I'm horrible at drawing, so it didn't help. The last section of the book talked about the cars of the future. How at the turn of the millennium, our cars would have the power of flight. The world's skies would be full of cars powered by jet engines, and the roads would be just landing strips to the destination. The picture in the book showed floating traffic lights, floating traffic signs and happy motorists riding in floating cars like this:

Ugly, but freaking cool! Cars that owned the road at the time looked more like this:

So, here it is 2008, almost 2009, and I have been waiting over three decades for a flying car. At this point, I expect to look up and have the sunlight interrupted by undercarriages involved in sky-ly traffic jams. Instead, I see these vehicles rule the sky road:

In October of '95, I had to under go a back operation. The odds weren't in my favor for a 100% guarantee that the operation would be a success, but for me to live a better life the operation was a must. I went under the knife for about 12 hours. Two Doctors took shifts adjusting my back and fusing a couple of bones against my spine. The operation turned out well, with a few minor complications, but the hardest part had to be the two weeks after. I was stuck in a hospital with little communication to the outside world. My home was about 100 miles from the facility, so my parents took shelter in a local Ronlad McDonald House (RMDH). There they were able to come to the hospital at anytime to check on my progress. When one parent decided to spend the night in the uncomfortable chair next to my bed, the other went to the RMDH and got a relatively good night's sleep. The RMDH made a trying time easier to accept, and allowed my family to support me during my hospital stay. My first donation goes to them as a thank you for what they do for families that need assistance. Without them, families wouldn't be able to ease their minds and focus on the loved ones that need attention.

Google, you know I'm pro-G. If you made clothes, I'd wear your gear. Why tease and provide  some features in the basic site, but not apps? You don't have what I would consider vital to Google production. Here they are: 5. Contact syncing for Google with Windows Mobile - I know I have a meeting, but with who? Come on, I need my peeps! 4. iGoogle for apps. - iGoogle looks so nice with all those widgets. My custom start page for chunk-o-cheese.com is so dry. 3. Themes on Gmail for Google Apps - Have you seen the new Gmail themes? Again, why no love for the app people who have embraced Google? 2. Reader for Google Apps - I use my apps to centralize my life. Reading content online is part of that. Be nice to not have two logins to achieve that task. 1. Editable Docs on Google Docs - Now you can add one doc and edit it with the mobile device, but proper collaboration with documentation still needs the desktop. Go ahead, bind me to that damn machine! Dear Google, I've been there from day one. From the two page search (even when one of them was goggle.com) to the search citadel you are now. You've never asked for my love, but now you are going to need to earn your right to control what is dearest to me, my domain. XOXOXO, JaggedPen

In 1985 Roger Moore (look at those Knightly man boobs!) left the role of James Bond, and Broccoli inc was looking for a new 007. Pierce Bosnan's career as Remington Steele ended roughly at the same time. It was a perfect chance to approached Brosnan to take the helm in the next Bond film. Unfortunately, Brosnan's contract with NBC was still active and needed to be fulfilled. Shortly after Pierce turned down the role, he made a deal with Coca-Cola to make a couple of Diet Coke commercials were he played, you guessed it, a secret agent. Many rumors were circulating at the time. Pierce turned down the role to take care of his sick/dying wife. Not True. Pierce made the commercials thinking he was going to be the next Bond, but was denied for the more lovable Timothy Dalton. Wrong Again. Phew! Good to clear the air on that one!

In two days I'm going to see a performance of Glengarry Glen Ross. This play, written by David Mamet, is about four Chicago real estate agents and their struggles to sale prospective buyers land. If they don't sale enough to make top prize in a company contest, they lose their jobs. There is a twist to the story that causes an uproar over stolen property of the agency that develops into dramatic realization on life and why they give up so much for so little. One of my favorite scenes is the leadership speech given by the top salesman. A visitor to the agency from "downtown" sent to put some fire in the sales team by way of threats. This scene was not written in the play, but was put in for the movie released in 1992. The actor playing the part is Alec Baldwin, and boy is his performance amazing. I'll play that scene later. But first, let me play the scene performed by some unlikely actors. First is a small boy: I'm a big fan of Brandon Hardesty. He has made it an art to re-enact famous scenes from movies. Brandon is quite the talent, and his doesn't disappoint with the Glengarry scene. And, the master... I don't know if this scene was put in the play after the movie, but I'll know later this week. Follow-up to come.

There is this little social tool we all know and love called Twitter. Call it a microblog, call it a communication tool, call it oxygen, hey call it what you want. Everyone is tweeting. From the average Joe to a mythical bird on Mars, Twitter is a way of life for most. If you haven't jumped on the Twitter band wagon please visit a friend of mine who has an awesome Twitter 101 to get anyone started. Twitter is all about the development of social media. Many of the ideas that Twitter rolled into their production site came from the users that love it. The developers at Twitter have created an API just to ignite that creativity to the next level. Here are some examples of Twitter API use and just how amazing the power of open creativity is: Twitter Peeps: Who are these people that tweet? Twitterholic.com -- Find the people who make Twitter, Twitter Twubble -- Find out who they follow TwitterLocal -- Find someone near you Twitter Hotness: Now that I'm on Twitter, what do I read? Twitscoop -- Find the hot topics on Twitter Tweet Scan -- Search Twitter for topics Twitter Search -- Twitter owned search tool Tweetmeme -- Follow a discussion on Twitter Twitter Alt-Read: There is so much, how do I get only stuff I want sent to me? Twitter Alerts - TweetBeep.com -- Email Tweet Alerts Feed My Inbox ~ RSS to Email ~ Feed to Email -- RSS to Email Twitter Phone: How about twitter for my phone? Twitter -- Mobile Twitter Interface Hahlo 3.1 -- Another Mobile Interface Twitter Apps: Are there apps for Twitter, like desktop apps? twhirl | the social software client -- Small, full functionality TweetDeck -- My Personal Fav. Twidget - Twitter.com Dashboard Widget -- Mac OSX TwitBin - twitter your browser - twitbin.com -- For the Firefox browser Twitter Voice: I don't like typing. twitsay | Give your Twitter Account a Voice -- Call in a tweet Twitter Non-Text: Can I put other things on Twitter? Pictures, vids, or other web content? TwitPic / Share photos on Twitter -- Post a picture twittergram -- Flickr + Twitter TwitThis -- Connect Blogs and Twitter Twitturly - Real-time Link Tracking on Twitter -- See the sites people are Tweeting Twitter Fans: This is awesome, how do I get involved? Twitter Fan Wiki / FrontPage -- So, what can you do with the API?

In my post about my Sea Monkey experience (search for it) I mentioned of the lone survivor I Named Robert Neville. Today, I woke up this morning only to declare the passing of this great Sea Monkey. I had not seen him for the past few days, and suspected his final days. This post is dedicated to a brine shrimp that has not only proved my childhood dreams to be a success, but this shrimp alone has delivered joy to fellow Sea Monkeys and humans a like. I'd like everyone to join in a toast to the long survived of the plastic tank. To Robert Neville, from egg to Sea Monkey your crown shall shine on forever. Possible picture of Robert mating with another Sea Monkey:

My Mother was telling me about a story from when she was a dental assistant. A little girl came in for a check up, and on the x-ray was this round shadow. The doctor asked if the little girl had earrings, but that wasn't the case. So, they took a picture of just her nose area. Inside was a thumbtack. The little girl denied putting something up her nose, but it had been there a very long time. So long that when they pulled it out of her nose, the thumb tack was rusted. I'm totally surprise that the little girl wasn't in pain. This lead to a second story. Again from my Mom. This little girl had constant sinus infections, discharge (eww) and everything! In fact, the Mother would speak of a nasty odor coming from this little girl's nose (again, eww). Well, they finally went to the Doctor, and he discovered a sequin Barbie doll dress shoved up the ol' nostril. Yes, this little girl's nose was a Barbie doll closet. I had no idea little kid's noses had such large volume. I wonder what I stuck up my nose as a little boy.

I've been noticing a lot of music posts. Being that I posted them, I should notice. Maybe I need to make another category just for the tunes. Welcome to another session where the iPod is the decider. If you don't quite get it, search for iPod Check #1. Let's not delay any further. First, is Soft by Kings of Leon. I cannot make it past the day without a little KOL. Jason Nevin pumped out I'm in Heaven and it hit the radio waves as fast as the dance clubs. Notice the sampling of Michael Jackson's Human Nature in the background. Last is a classic by Bobby Darin called Mack the Knife. I eat this stuff like candy. While I listened to this, I put a fedora on the head and moved with a little more daddy-o involved. Three up, three down. Another good session of I.C. Thanks for joining me, hoped you enjoyed the pure randomness.

The first time I heard Todd Rundgren's hit "Hello It's Me" was in the movie Duets. Here is the owl eyed freak now: I knew that this is one of those songs that would be premo cover material for modern bands, so I looked around. I found, a total year after the original release, the Isley Brothers putting their own famous spin. That's 44 seconds of "Hello" in a row. I counted 17 total. Only the IBs could pull this off. So, turn down the lights, snuggle up with your lady and let the hellos do their job.

I have never been to boot camp. I have never scaled a wall. I have never fired a real gun, just gaming guns. I have never been to war. I have never been filled with fear as members of my unit dead while doing their duty of protecting what they hold so near the heart, their country. I will never know what it would be like to be a veteran. I do know the honor I feel when I see a soldier come home. I do know what that soldier has given so that I could live with the liberties I cherish. With that ... Thank You, to all that have served, Thank You.

I'd like to mention this whole other life I have, besides the blog, and work, and food, and wait where was I? Yes. I decided to start this other blog called 20 Of Noon. Here I am listing little projects and ideas I have. I blog the status of those projects and release them to the public when ready. Currently in the mix is: Traffic Cams On Demand This a way for people on the road to use their mobile phones and SMS to see how the traffic load is for major intersections. It is operated out of a service from TextMarks, and this was just more of me playing around with the CDOT cameras around the Denver Metro Area. You can find more info here. LinkChop.com Link Chop is a link shorten-er for use with text submission applications with character limits. SMS, Twitter, Digg, and Tumblr are just some of the services that LinkChop can be used with. The trail was just to see if I could do it, but based on response I'm going to keep the application going and perfect it, of course. You can find more info here. This weekend warrior really gets my creative juices going, so expect more ideas and solutions from The Other Blog. Also, if you have ideas for me to think through and turn into an app, or would just like to know my take on it. Email me as james [at] 20ofnoon [dot] com

People handle degrees of stress differently. Some after a relatively stressful day need a drink on the way home. Others, can take another 24 hours. Here is an overheard dialogue of how stress can relate differently to two professionals. Scene: S and N are in a meeting conference waiting for a lead production member who is ALWAYS late. S just started a story of how their daughter called them in the middle of the night needing a place to stay. <FADE IN> S: So, we had to find a place in the house for her to sleep. Luckily the couch folds out. N: That's good. S: But, waking up at midnight for instant house guests is not fun. I've been feeling tired all day N: I know what you mean. I had a call last night from my Aunt in Canada. She told me that my uncle is traveling the U.S. on this scooter. He is this 70 year old man, trying to visit all of the United States with minimal luggage. S: Oh yeah? N: She also said he is going to be in Colorado today. S: Oh no! Surprise guests! N: I know. My Aunt wants me to take him to lunch! S: ...

My dreams hate me. After a hard day at work, I turn in hoping for a night of rest and to get recharged for the next day. Not tonight, no this is the time when my sadist dreams test my moral judgment. This one dream had me in a restaurant enjoying a full meal. When I went up to pay, the cashier made a mistake. She gave me a 100 dollar bill instead of the one dollar that was suppose to be my change. I didn't notice until I left the eating establishment that my money was incorrect. I spent a few moments on the curb with the c-note in hand, thinking of my options. Who couldn't use an extra 100 dollars? But, this was a mom and pop restaurant. A mistake like this isn't easy to chew for an independent establishment. I decided that the right thing to do was to return the money. I must have completed the test, because I don't remember the response from the cashier when I graciously gave the money back. HA!! Aced it! I was telling this dream to my mother with full explanation of the battle between good and evil in my dream's mind. Also, how I won the challenge set before me. She replied, "Yeah, I dreamt that I owned a yellow cat. "

So, I got to thinking about this NaBloPoMo business,  and panic set in. What is I can't get it done? I mean, sure it's been going well, but what if I miss a post? I fail. I don't want to fail, so I need to think of some way to punish myself, if I miss. When I mean to punish myself, I really don't want to punish myself... physically. Well, at least not to blood level. I want to do something to pass the good I didn't do for myself, of posting, to someone else. If I don't post everyday of November, then I will donate 10 bucks to a charity for each day I have missed. That is if I miss two days in November, 20 bucks goes to a local charity. Rules:

• I choose the charity.
• I can save it all up, or split it out.
• I need to show proof of donation.
• This post does not count as a post. Yes, my first $10 donation is tonight!!

Now, I need to get some rest! Goodnight everyone.

Welcome to iPod Check. The post that lets me share what is in my iPod, with you. I just set me iPod to shuffle and post the first three that come up. First up is a band by the name of Poets of the Fall. This is my favorite title "Carnival of Rust." This band claimed fame with the help of a video game called Max Payne 2: The Fall of Max Payne. They are known to take written poems as lyrics for their music, and they don't do a bad job of it. Next, is CSS (Cansei de Ser Sexy). A new wave/pop band out of Brazil, they hit the streets in 2003 and never stopped. Using the power of social media like MySpace and YouTube their popularity has grown as fast as the sites that made them famous. Enjoy "Let's Make Love and Listen to Death From Above." I found Josh Ritter on MySpace about two years ago. Born in Moscow, Idaho in 1976 (WOW, he's my age.) this self taught folk artist released his first album in 1999. I love to listen to his Bob Dylan type songs and you will too. Here is a great example, "Girl In The War." That went pretty well! I'd like to thank the iPod for picking some good tracks. I should use the shuffle feature for other uses. "OK, if the next song is ABBA, I'm going to get a pizza for dinner. If not, chicken wings!"

At work we have this private stall. Marked as the handicapped restroom, it has a sink and a toilet surrounded by four walls. The door is automatic for anyone not able to open the heavy door on their own, and support rails are mounted next to the toilet. The size is about the same as my apartment, in fact it's kind of like a little apartment. So, naturally everyone wants to use it. Every once in a while I will be having a moment of zen, and suddenly it's as if a elephant hit the door. No, it doesn't bother me that someone else wants to use the bathroom. Who wouldn't?! The part that amazes me is that the person trying to open the door assumes that the door will open. There couldn't possibly be someone else that uses this public restroom. No testing the knob to see if it's locked. Instead they go full throttle against the door making this huge sound. I wouldn't be surprised if they break a shoulder. Then there is idiot type two. They hit the solid oak of a door, and surprise! It's occupied! Do they stop there? No, they try again at full blow a couple more times, then they punch the button to get the automatic door to register. Not just one push, but this frantic wood peck-er-ring action. Finally, acceptance, there must be someone in there! I've been there for five years, and this happens at least once a week. Actually, I'll take back the blame that it's an elephant. An elephant would remember.

Some tips on how to make the time pass a little quicker: 1. Take along your voter's guide book. As the line gets closer start acting more frantic. Call your office, when the voice mail picks up, act like it's a friend you so need to help you make a decision. As the line gets closer, take a medicine bottle you filled with tic-tacs, munch away. Extra Points: Rip the voter's guide in half on one of the stressful moments. 2. Play the game i spy with someone in line, but every time have your solution be "voters." 3. Loudly comment that you hope they don't run out of soup by the time you get to the front of the line. 4. Carry a gym bag full of boxing gloves, mouth guard, towel, and boxer shorts. As you get closer to the front of the line put an item on one at a time (boxers over your normal clothes). When you are really close to the front start jogging in place while taking practice swings. 5. Try to make a frog sound as slow as you can. 6. When the line starts to move look towards the people behind you and say "Get ready!" As the line advances get progressively louder and more excited. Extra Points: Faint. 7. Stand perpendicular to someone. Look at them through the corner of your eye. If they look at you, quickly look straight ahead. Repeat when they look away. 8. Take a text book and a notebook. When the line stops, sit down pull out the notebook and then pull out the text book, place them next to each as it you are studying. Bring a highlighter for effect. When the line moves pack it all up neatly and take the few steps, then set up study mode all over again. Extra points: Do stuff like sharpen your pencil every time with a manual sharpener. 9. Have a pizza delivered. If you have the time for an actual delivery, I'm sorry. If you don't, have a friend be the pizza deliver-er. Extra points: Get in a fight over the tip. 10. When the line moves, give it some gap. Move up using a selection of 80s dance moves. Extra Points: Awaken the 80s gear from the closet. Need tips? In The 80s - Eighties Dances Or, if you need some visuals: Get out, go vote!

I'm pretty lucky in my morning commute to work. The direction I go is opposite of the standard flow of traffic. I will find myself speeding along the highway with no worry of being late to work. I can't say that for the traffic going the other way. As I truck along down the road, the other side of the highway looks like a junkyard. Cars that stretch for what seems like forever, least to the mountains on the horizon. When I get close to work, I start to see the traffic thin out and the scene goes from a stand still to free flowing traffic. My whole trip to work let's me see the three stages of traffic jam evolution. Stage 1, The Damned: These individuals are the early birds. Their vehicle is at a complete stand still, and they have been like that for the past hour and a half. They have accepted the fate of the jam and are going to be late to whatever appointment, inevitably. The damned have resorted to turning off the vehicle and dialing frantically on their cells phones to either bitch about the jam, or to enforce the excuse of their tardiness by calling the destination from said traffic jam. Stage 2, The hopeful: These drivers are just now approaching the traffic jam. Their break lights are now glaring to another hopeful driver, warning them of a sudden stop. This is the best state to be of all the stages. You have thoughts, while stopping, that this is just a bump in the road, and soon the traffic might break up to let you continue on your marry way. On the other hand, are you happy or concerned that you stopped at the lug n chug for that coffee and Danish? After all there is no bathroom in sight. Stage 3, The Unsuspecting: These drivers are speeding along their way, just like I am. They have thoughts like "WOW. I am making great time!" or "Gee, I left for work early for no reason. Fantastic, got me some time to stop at the lug n chug." or my personal favorite, "HA! You they said I would regret living the suburb of Boud-topia!" ... Surprise! Of the stages I love number three. It gives me personal joy. If I look hard enough I can see the happy faces right before they are shattered with the smell of burnt brakes.

Last January, I saw a display for Sea Monkeys. I've always thought of them as a hoax. Like X-Ray glasses on the back of a Archie magazines of my childhood. Well, I guess reading the box and the 2008 price of nine bucks was enough for me to fall for it. A little sooner later, I was at my apartment adding the water purifier to the plastic container that would soon be the home to little shrimp. It said to wait 10 days before adding the eggs. On day ten I was giddy as a school boy dumping those eggs in the nice clear water. I waited for 10 minutes and no little creatures appeared. The instructions spoke of instant sea monkeys, but there the water set clear as day ten. After further investigation, the box explained that for them to appear immediately the temperature had to be just right. Was it too hot? Did I instantly kill them? I decided to give them a few more days. About a week later, I was headed to the National Western Stock Show and decided first to check on the progress. Nothing. I considered throwing it away, but it could wait till after the horses, cows and chickens... oh my. When I returned home I was surprised by this tank full of little white bodies barely moving. There was definitely something alive in there, and I felt horrible that I even considered flushing them down the toilet. It didn't take long before they grew into these elongated pink wiggly things that flowing-ly swim through murk water. I couldn't believe how well they moved once they gained size. These speed demon shrimp became very entertaining! I was explaining my new found gift of sea monkey farming at work. All of my co-workers gave the same view point of a hoax, some gave a hint of bitterness. I brought proof with pictures of shrimp swimming in the aquarium I called "Hope and Pride." One co-worker even claimed that he heard that these fish like creatures would grow to the point of wing development. Eventually, they would just take flight from the water, and become flying shrimp. This was of course too far fetched to believe.  Then again, that night I was sitting near the tank working on my computer, and suddenly a little bug flew by my ear... NAAAAAA!! The months passed by, and they laid more eggs. A whole new batch took over as the bottom collected dead sea monkeys that in turn became food for the younger generation. I know! It's not pretty, but this is the cycle of life. If you can't take it, please stop reading. This doesn't turn out well. I moved to a new apartment in September. The last thing to be transported was the aquarium that held about six adults. After about a month of living in the new place I am down to one lonely guy. He seems too be doing well all alone, but I wonder if he is lonely. Like Robert Neville in The Omega Man, is he looking for other forms of life? To you Sea Monkey Robert Neville: I am proud to have had this experience, and thank you for making me realize that not all comic book ads are just to take my milk money. Now... for those X-Ray specs.

Here are a few select You Tube stars I love to watch. First is gwabir. This young man is from Mexico. I really enjoy his little stories of his life adventures and his friends. The videos are simple and original. Next is Shay Carl is a DJ from Idaho. I find his small skits funny. The guy loves to make fun of himself and he does it well. He loves to involve his family and friends, as well as the You Tube community. Often he does a show from the radio station he works at, giving a need look into radio production. Last is Julia Nunes. She is an amazing musician that quickly became a You Tube celeb with her performances of cover and original songs. You'll find her commentary just as entertaining as her ukulele renditions. What You Tube celebs do you wither the time away with?