Posted on 08.07.09 to Wait A Minute by Joey Camire

Fuck You Beatles

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Irony.

Last night I spent about three hours working on my post for today. I had written a short essay, or whatever you would like to call it, and was experimenting with kinetic typography. It was working surprisingly well. I was learning a new program, and making something cool. BAM. Crash. Never saved. Fuck me. The irony, based on what I had written was unavoidable. I had just had three hours yanked out from underneath me.

1 x 180 minutes.

I don’t know how enjoyable what I wrote will be given that it is not at all visually stimulating now, but I hope the experience makes you smile. I may try to start over and build it again. However, I will more than likely just chalk it up to a good violation from the powers at be and take my new skills and build a Kinetic Typography piece in the coming weeks.

Here is what I had written. If you are interested.

Fuck the Beatles.
Fuck ‘em all.
Every single one of them.
Time is not on your side.
No it ain’t.
They lied to a generation
Time is like a school yard bully.
Bound and determined to make you cry.
Only less in-you-face.
And a lot smarter.
Time is a stealthy foe.
Striking constantly.
Moving silently across your face.
Through you hair.
Up your back.
Around your prostate.
Constantly picking at everything you value.
Stealing your youth like candy from a bowl.
It never missed an opportunity.
And never will.
In that way, it is the perfect opponent.
Everything you’ve ever wanted to do, but waited . . .
Time has taken from you and will never give back.
Doesn’t sound like a friend in your corner, John.
Inevitably we’ll all lose the battle against time.
Though some may put up a better fight.
But know this . . .
Next time you ask someone for a minute…
you are asking for something you can never pay back.
When you ask someone for a minute, make sure it’s worth it.