I want you to start by studying this



I've got a nose for talent kid, and you're gonna be a star!

Hey, you want to know something funny? This is all true, I swear to God: Earlier in the week I had a dream where I flew all the way down to Australia to hang out with you, even though the visit was only going to last for just two days and one night. Another VS member was with me too, but I can't remember who it was now. (You know how dreams are.) Anyway, once we got there, you want to know what we did the whole time we were there for our very brief visit? We helped you work on a room you were adding on to your house, that's what. No, we didn't go sightseeing; no, we didn't go to the beach; no, we didn't go out for drinks; no, we didn't even see a single damn kangaroo. Instead we nailed some dry wall, installed a window, wired two outlets, and laid some carpet. And neither my imaginary companion nor I complained. And that's it.

So if I'm willing to add an imaginary room onto your home during my short imaginary visit to Oz, then the least you can do is post my bail the next time I'm arrested for indecent exposure. You OWE me that much.
In reply to this comment by dag:
Sure Daddy. I'll notch it down. Is there any particular nuance you'd like me to bring to the role? Perhaps you know someone in showbiz who can critique my performance.

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Roger that, boss.

How about we both work on notchin' down the rhetoric, m'kay?

>> ^dag:

Also should mention that Sifter's names are going to be on the Wiki whether we like it or not - as the usernames are used for signing edits and history.

i'll start.

10 years ago i was turning 17, drunk at inflatablevagina's house party off of hot damn and jager, i attempted to go on a cow hunt in the pasture behind her house with all my drunk boyfriends, we got scared, did a group piss around a tree, didnt find any cows. insulted her frankenstein-like boyfriend. got in a fist fight with a marine.

a few months later we (inflatablevagina and i) got kicked out of our first apartment for hosting a brothel, i ran away to denver with another friend, lived in a car for a while, spent a year drunk and stoned on a mountain top and traveling around the west having an existential crisis. somehow woke up one morning and realized i had somehow become the host house for interstate traveling ravers seeking parties in the rockies, hazy memories of debauchery flooded back into my brain, promptly moved back to texas, met a beautiful crazy man, had his baby, married him. had another one of his babies, he quit taking his meds and went really really really fucking crazy, left him for good, bought a house, took 8 years worth of xrays. had some personal trauma. had some personal triumph. embraced a broken heart, lived in poverty, got disowned at least 5 times, read alot of books. battled alcoholism internally and externally, philosophized with friends, experienced loss. experienced joy, became subject to gravity, reveled in inertia, lost momentum, was ruled entirely by emotion and impulse, embraced metaphor, was misunderstood, reunited, gave back, took, volunteered my time, attempted to mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally available, acted irrationally, behaved selfishly, felt whole sometimes, self-taught, fell in love, stepped in infatuation, gave birth. was a mommy. was a wife. was a tattoo supply delivery girl, was a barista. was a pizza maker. was an xray tech. was a massage therapist. was an insomniac. took in my crazy teenage cousin, dated an old friend, reconciled some family shit. lost my mind, traveled alot, lived simply and briefly caught a hold on inner peace, lost it, went crazy, quit taking xrays, went back to school, embraced the amazingness of unemployment. learned to bake, invented some recipes, had some ideas. ate some cookies. raised some amazing babies. raised some cool ass quirky talented kids, paid alot of bills. abandoned all laws of grammar. flirted with internet addiction, smoked 99999999 packs of cigarettes. and several hundreds bowls, made a sift talk post.

Tags for this video have been changed from 'talented kid, tchaikovsky, accordion, all parts, incredible, balloons' to 'talented kid, tchaikovsky, accordion, all parts, incredible, balloons, russia, russian' - edited by kronosposeidon

Video was awful and soundtrack was kinda poorly done. But upvote for the talented kid, and for Blue Man Group's "I Feel Love".

There are definitely going to be a handful of cases where it is parents pushing to get benefits, but that's a minority within the disease to the point where I think this guy needs to get diagnosed for some mental illnesses himself!

I do think autism is sad, especially severe cases, and this is just insulting. But while I believe that, I also think it's sad that only the very top percentage of the people that do well ( as in, gifted and talented kids ) get any reward and are actually usually punished for their behavior in trying to get ahead. No one can win with assholes like this.

That's one talented kid, but man the autofocus on that camera seems to be having a ridiculously hard time trying to figure out what to focus on.

ravi squirts out talented kids like I squirt out non-talented poos. At least I don't think the poos have talent.

Come on... (c) 2006 Playmate??! Doens't this strike you odd, your super talented kid finger painting is sponsored by a TOY COMPANY???!!!!

FYI, other YT vids posted by same person include:
Ninja Turtle Shadow Puppets
Ninja Turtle battling kid with sword

My theory is that some ad exec saw this video of shadow dancing disco hand shadows, and said, hey that looks like turtles..

At any rate, I call BS on this video and it is a clever marketing video.

Why assume that all talented kids are forced to practice?

If you really like something and want to get good at it nobody has to impose it on you.

And while you say this is more "worthwhile" than DDR, this game (and the sort like: Beatmania, DJMAX, O2Jam, etc) exercises your rythm, coordination, reflexes, concentration and flexibility similar to piano, and kids aren't forced to play them (quite the opposite sometimes) because they are fun!