
WEB FADS, PART 2
The original Hampsterdance page was an excellent testament to the power
of animated gifs and an inability to spell. It was also one of the first
tangible signs that the Web was no longer the purview of those who put
"tell computers how to be" above "laugh without spitting"
on their pre-incarnation skill request form. True geeks don't
care for the adorability of spastic rodents any more than they care
if Todd will help Dorian get Ace back on One Life to Live. D
The Dancing Baby was the first Internet fad to make it off the Web and
into the fantasies of a fictional anorectic attorney, beating out the
"juggling eggplant" sequence in Ray Aden, ADD DA by two
weeks. In true Web form, the animation required a random-yet-catchy
soundtrack to really hit the big time. It's hard to beat a song with
the words "Ooga Chaka" in it, and I admire the restraint in not using
something like "Baby Baby" or "Ice Ice Baby," but I probably would have picked
Imperial March from Star Wars. But I'm like that. C
Now that Warhol's prediction about fame is coming closer and closer to
fruition -- the current Mean Notoriety Time is two and one-half hours,
down from six hours in 1995 -- it's time to add an addendum to the
effect that the fifteen minutes of fame will be followed by five years
of lawsuits. Such is the case with "Star Wars Kid," a young man named
Ghyslian Raza who videotaped himself pretend-lightsaber fighting
with a golf ball retriever. The video ended up on the Web and he had
to suffer the humiliation of millions of strangers knowing his name is
"Ghyslian." Legal briefs have been filed, but no amount of suing is
going to prevent this sort of thing. In the future, your only recourse
will be to never do anything dorky. Good luck! B
It's hard to define this objectively, especially since I'm dedicated
to the idea of no research whatsoever, but it seems to me that Frog in
a Blender was the first massively popular Flash diversion. Presumably
millions of people longed to torture and kill profane amphibians, and aside
from a few lucky exorcists in the middle ages who got to take on
possessed newts, they were unable to fulfill their needs until Macromedia
came around. Beats hell out of yet another Pong clone. I guess. C
Fame is fickle. In one country you're a beloved television star, and in
another you're an incomprehensible anti-masturbation spokesman. Such is
the fate of Domo-Kun, a bizarre little Japanese character a friend of mine
described as "a spam creature," who entered American consciousness via a
graphic explaining that every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten.
Why God would choose a fuzzy toothy stop-motion cartoon character as
the agent of His righteous-yet-obliquely-directed wrath is never adequately
explained, but the picture came from Fark, and they never explain
anything. Adequate explanations are so rare at Fark as to make Mary
Poppins look like the information desk at the New York Public Library. A