Ghost Ride the Whip?

My friend David has the capacity to find the most random interesting things on the internet. He sent me quite a few videos from YouTube specifically to post on my blog.

The first video is of a phenomenon where dudes "ghost ride the whip." What is this exactly? It's where they get their car going really slow, crank up E-40's "Tell Me When to Go" on the stereo, and get out of their car and dance alongside of it. Another variation is where they get their car going, get out, and accidentally crash it into things. I'm not sure you can really "ghost ride" if you crash your car. Then it's more like "ghost insurance-hike."

From Boingboing.net -- how to properly ghost ride the whip:
(1) get in your car and drive
(2) *while* your car is moving forward
(3) step out of the driver's seat and dance around in the road
(4) optional: jump on top of your car, which remains in motion, and vamp on the roof.
(5) refrain from dying
(6) post video on the internet, boyyyeeeeee.

I couldn't find the one I wanted, so here's another one:




This would be ghost riding gone wrong:


So there you have it; another thing for 14-year-olds to write about on each other's MySpace walls.

Another brilliant thing David sent me was something from a series of pseudo-educational BBC videos. They're shot by ancient 70's-80's cameras and narrated by a man with a British accent. They seem to be educational videos at first, but then they just hit you with something so funny and ridiculous, like this quote from "Module 2 -- Water":
"But what is water? It's a difficult question because water is impossible to describe. One might ask the same about birds. What are birds? We just don't know."



And this one on the brain.



Brilliant. Simply brilliant.

So this weekend was a weird one. On Thursday, we went to the Rio and Wash Bar, and met a dude that was in the most recent season of the Real World. Yeah, we were those girls. On Friday, I was dead, and we stayed at our house and played beer pong... where I got just as drunk as if I would have gone out. Damnit. At the end of the night, I was drinking Hamm's beer (I guess it's comparable to Schlitz... $6.49 for a 12 pack. Classy, Andy.) and taking shots of SoCo lime that I didn't need. On Saturday, I was even more dead and decided to take it easy. Apparently, that means drinking a mixed drink that consists of 55% vodka, 40% 7-Up and 5% ice cubes, going to the Pickle Barrel to drink cheap drinks and then coming home at 12:30. I'm turning into such a loser. Tonight, we saw Beerfest, which was.... exactly what it looked like. Boobies and beer. It was still enjoyable nonetheless. It made me really want to have a little beerfest of my own. I'm off to sleep and then get up early to do my French homework. Damn.