Did you know that Facebook has a facial recognition system?
That’s right. Facebook suggests photos for you to look at…based off of…your face.
And the best part? I DON’T KNOW WHO ERIC PASKAN IS.
Actually the best part may be the bird girl’s face. I can’t stop laughing.
This week in Two-and-a-half minute fiction, I’m mixing it up. Multimedia style. I’m picking a certain number of seconds from different songs and stringing the lyrics together in a kind of story. To literally hear it together, play the time frames I give for each of the YouTube videos below. Ready? Let’s go:
Katy Perry: Last Friday night… (0:00-0:38)
Pete Yorn: Life on a chain… (0:33-0:56)
Wilco: You and I… (1:03-1:41)
P.J. Harvey: You said something… (0:57-1:15)
Beck: Think I’m in Love (0:33-0:45)
Hold on, hold on… (1:06-1:23)
And coming in at 146 seconds out of a possible 150, here’s what the actual text comes out to be:
There’s a stranger in my bed. There’s a pounding my head. Glitter all over the room. Pink flamingos in the pool. I smell like a minibar. DJ’s passed out in the yard. Barbie’s on the barbecue. Is this a hickey or a bruise? Pictures of last night ended up online. I’m screwed. Oh well. It’s a blacked out blur, but I’m pretty sure it ruled. Damn. Last Friday night…
I was waiting over here for life to begin. I was looking for the new thing, and you were the sunshine heading my front-line. I was alone, you were just around the corner from me.
Well I won’t guess what’s coming next. I can’t ever tell you the deepest well I’ve ever fallen into. Oh I don’t wanna know. Oh I don’t wanna know. Oh I don’t need to know everything about you.
We lean against railings, describing the colors, and the smells of our homelands, acting like lovers.
I think I’m in love, but it makes me kinda nervous to say so. I think I’m in love, but it makes me kinda nervous to say so.
In the end I was the mean girl, or somebody’s in-between girl. Now it’s the devil I love and that’s as funny as real love.