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Much of life is spent in a frustrating and futile attempt to exercise some kind of control over this cruel and disinterested world of pain and absurdity. We buy things, we make plans, we chase ambitions, all in the hope that somehow we will be spared from death. We seek power as if such a thing is even within our capacity to obtain. Perhaps, we wrongly think to ourselves, if I can master the rules of the game then I can win the game, not realizing that there is no game, there is only the slow march towards death (that suddenly appears to have been very fast indeed, the moment before its completion). Of course, we were not always this way. There was a brief period in our youthful innocence when we were unaware of the consequences, happy simply to be ourselves in the moment, passively absorbing, experiencing, sometimes even enjoying whatever the world chose to give us. Today we are all this sad baby, despairingly unaware of the fact (even us, even now) that we can hit the space bar as many times as we want and it doesn’t matter, because the space bar doesn’t exist. There is only death. (Thanks for the tip, werttrew!)
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Turning off Katy Perry will never be futile. Keep at it, kiddo.
I can imagine that turning Katy Perry ON wouldn’t be futile, either. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Oh you know I do!!
(You mean that you also harbor a guilty pleasure for her peppy brand of song, right?)
That, and also something to do with bringing a new level of realism to my hobby of Russell Brand cosplay.
But she’s had sex with Russell Brand, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Even better, we have something in common!
Assuming the parents uploaded this video, why did they have to put “British”? They’re British right? That would be like putting “human” child. I feel like adding the word British to your video increases virality by 10-15%. Don’t do that.
Full disclosure: a woman coughed into my face on the train this morning; that is why I’m upset.
This comment would have 10-15% more upvotes if it had been a British woman that had coughed in your face.
Also, come to think of it, the virality of said cough would have also increased 10-15%. So you’re probably better off this way.
That is a very good joke…seriously. BUT ALSO SERIOUSLY: who doesn’t even attempt to cover their mouth when coughing/sneezing. I mean i’m not a germaphobe, but how could you let a projectile travel from your inner sanctum, out of your hole, straight into another commuter’s face. STRAIGHT INTO MY FACE.
a lot of people don’t, which is why I find that there is only one way to travel on public transit
Neither the child nor the parent sounds British to me. I smell a rat!
It wasn’t so cute when he did the same thing to Grandpa’s dialysis machine.
Suddenly I am rethinking my decision to ask Gabe to give my birthday toast next year.
Mmmm, birthday toast.
These are actually my favorite posts. Nothing exhibits the ebb and flow of confusion and understanding or anxiety and peace in the human condition like a happy baby. Like sands through the hour glass so are the cute videos of the internet.
“And now gentlemen, we shall place him in the wilderness to see if he can fend for himself.” -Head Scientist
Well that’s great. I bet that baby can probably tell the difference between Facebook and Videogum profiles.
Misery and bad times will find him like everyone else
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There was a sad baby in that video?
Soemthing that just struck me while watching this video: it’s kind of interesting how one of the first gestures babies learn is that upturned hands spread, “What the fuck just happened?” gesture. Probably this is because parents make that gesture (jokingly) at them — but also probably because somewhere deep down in their genes, they know they’re going to be making that gesture (in all seriousness) pretty much all the time for the rest of their lives.
this baby is me in the car. “oh no, katy perry again! turn it off quick!”
five seconds later … “maybe it’s gotten better since then …. no! it’s still making my ears bleed!” and back and forth until it finally ends in a headache and a wash of generic high school memories.
I was hoping to at least make it to lunch without contemplating my mortality. Thanks Gabe.
I remember when I was a baby and the lullabies my mother would sing to me about hushing little babies, not saying words, and taking to many shots then having a menage a trois.