Blogging Anderson Copper is a week old, we're making baby steps in the blog world. Thank you all for your comments, stories and tips! A commenter asked why we blog about Anderson's fans, don't mention fans of Johnny Depp or Stephen Colbert, and suggested: “Maybe you can have special entries mocking how pathetic and stupid Make a Wish foundation kids are”. How sweet. Hausfraus are comparing themselves to 2.5 to 18 year-old kids with life-threatening medical conditions. Now we have something to make fun of -- sick kids! It's appalling to talk about hausfraus who don't give a rat's ass who to obsess about -- actors and entertainers, news people or their pets.
Mature hausfraus are flocking to fanblogs so they can play 'kick the can' and think they are kids again. They believe internet is a sandbox where they are left to play by themselves and nobody is watching! I can't think of any journalist other then Anderson who's fans are so rabid and create so much drama. Some time ago ATA mod Phebe "discovered that he has one of the most creative, and occasionally snarky, group of fans in the world". Truly, they deserve undivided attention.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Hausfraus in the Twilight Zone
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Law and Order
Complaints about plagiarism in the anderworld have not stopped for the last few months. Mean thiefs who steal photos, screencaps, icons or use text from public sources do not let some vigilant Anderson Cooper fans get a good night’s sleep. Who cares it’s a photographer who took the photo, and tv station, tv show produced the video that the screencaps are taken from, and that the copywrite belongs to them. Fangirls exhaust themselves downloading from another website or recording from tv, then making clips and screencaps. That's what matters.
They also have to upload it all to their blog or profile page. Now it’s their property! Anderson Cooper 360 Review’s mod Eliza led the crusade on plagiarism. If anderworld had it’s own police chief or interior minister, she would be perfect for the job. She'd make the Rules of Blog Referencing, Code of Screencap Use and Icon Policy. Other rabid protectors of their creative property could help her make sure nobody disobeys. Till then, you can enjoy images of Anderson Cooper on our blog!
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Pepto-Bismol for Santa
Anderson Cooper truly inspires his fans to create. It can be graphics, fiction, even poetry and songs. One of the commenters mentioned Sharla’s song dedicated to Carter. For SDJ posting that song for worldwide audience wasn’t enough, she felt the need to explain the song and creative process, complete with lyrics. While she was at it this thought crossed her mind: “I also used Carter's last words, which I really hope doesn't piss off Anderson.“. She must have hoped he would at least see it, putting it on Youtube is much better way then a personal blog. As your comments showed, some of us hope Anderson never did. She also said: “Plus, I wish time travel were possible, my life has more scandal than Gloria Vanderbilt's, and my daydreams would catch on fire if I put pen to paper!”. I wish the text in her blogger window would too! And no, I didn’t take it from her blog, it was in her Youtube video clip descriptions. SDJ admitted she’s not great at using her video-editing software, so she chose sunset for the video to the song. And thank God for that. Think about it, it could be one of those Anderson-photos-in-every-frame videos, which became so popular with anderfans that Phebe used to have contests for the best one on ATA. Phebe herself has some talents. It’s a summer weekend, so I'm in the mood for something light and winter-related, like Phebe's Christmas poem she posted on ATA. You decide if it’s Lame or Shame.
Christmas Poem by Phebe
with acknowledgment to Clement Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the loft,
not a creature was stirring, 'twas all quiet and soft.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Anderfans were nestled at home, in their beds,
while visions of Anderson danced in their heads.
And Andy in his PJ's with Molly on his lap
had just settled in for a long winter's nap.
When outside the loft there arose such a clatter,
Andy sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Thinking a news story was about to be broken,
He knew what to do, no words need be spoken.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave just enough light to broadcast a show,
he'd need a film crew, there must be a way,
But wait, what was that, a miniature sleigh?
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Andy thought for a moment it must be St. Nick.
But he knew he was wrong the closer they came,
Who was that whistling and shouting out names?
"Now Miles! Now Larry! Now, Erika you vixen!
On, Rob! On, Chad! On Sonjay, Wolf Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Anderson knew what to do from watching the sky
so up to his penthouse the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and oh my God, Aaron Brown, too!
And then, in a twinkling, Andy heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As he drew in his head and was turning around,
down the chimney Aaron came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of resumes he had flung on his back,
and he looked like an unemployed newscaster just opening his sack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
Aaron asked if newspaper headlines were still being read ,
AC said no, that and Nth degree are gone, buried, dead.
The bump music has changed, as have the sets,
Aaron smiled and said "All is good, I've no regrets".
My golf game is aces since I've been put on the shelf,
and Andy laughed when Aaron said that, in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Let Anderson know he had nothing to dread.
Aaron said with a sigh "I'm still out of work,
but don't you feel bad, it's Klein that's a jerk."
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"