I just really really hope that the fact that understanding the new comments requires a freaking user's manual doesn't stop people from commenting. Comments were one of the few features still left/working properly that encouraged me to work hard creating content to share with people on KZitem and I don't know how many more KZitem-induced heartbreaks I can take (working subscription boxes, video responses, etc). I love hearing from the people who watch my videos and I hope that some of the bad things turn out to be bugs that may eventually be fixed.
@MagicCatJenny
11 жыл бұрын
I hope this as well, commenting is so important for conversation. Without them if feels as if we are just sending videos out into a void. Thanks for expressing what I was feeling so well, Lauren. Also, I wanted to try out replying to a comment. :)
@JoshuaCasey
11 жыл бұрын
I have to take issue with you saying that "Comments were one of the few features still left/working properly". Comments have always been one of the suckiest parts of KZitem. Haven't you seen how often people complain(ed) about the [old] comments? I know, for what it's worth, that I've seen it :) The new comments are more suitable for conversation too because there's no character limit, plus youtube links are allowed (maybe others, I'm not sure?), and we have formatting! *bold*, -strikethrough-, _italics_ :D The comments *needed* an upgrade. And it finally got one.
@LaurenFairwx
11 жыл бұрын
***** Before, comments were self-explanatory enough and didn't require multiple social network accounts and specific circumstances in order to post and reply to them. I do like some of the things they've added (editing, in addition to the ones you posted), but not at the costs, including that not everyone will have the patience to figure out how they work and deal with Google+. As a person who has been using KZitem to post my videos for nearly 8 years and looks forward to getting comments from the people who enjoy my content more than anything, I am sad when their ability to leave them is compromised. It's cool that you like them though! I'm happy for you. :)
@LaurenFairwx
11 жыл бұрын
Sonia Tegan Horan I feel like this sometimes. Right now, I don't have the heart to make a video for this week. But in general, I make videos here for the community and not for the technology on the site. And I find that the more active I am, the more active my audience is. Which means more interesting comments and conversations, and that makes it all worth it for me. I'd recommend trying it out! :)
@JacobBurrell
11 жыл бұрын
Many people didn't comment before but maybe this will actually help people actually start commenting.
@evan
11 жыл бұрын
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." He didn't say any more but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought--frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon--for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction--Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"--it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No--Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men. My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this middle-western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today. I never saw this great-uncle but I'm supposed to look like him--with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father's office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center of the world the middle-west now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe--so I decided to go east and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep-school for me and finally said, "Why--ye-es" with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year and after various delays I came east, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two. The practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was a warm season and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog, at least I had him for a few days until he ran away, and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove. It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road. "How do you get to West Egg village?" he asked helplessly. I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood. And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees--just as things grow in fast movies--I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. There was so much to read for one thing and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and Maecenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in college--one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the "Yale News"--and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the "well-rounded man." This isn't just an epigram--life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all. It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western Hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals--like the egg in the Columbus story they are both crushed flat at the contact end--but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size. I lived at West Egg, the--well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard--it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires--all for eighty dollars a month. Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed and I'd known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago. Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven--a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax. His family were enormously wealthy--even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach--but now he'd left Chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance he'd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that. Why they came east I don't know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn't believe it--I had no sight into Daisy's heart but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game. And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens--finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch. He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy, straw haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body--he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage--a cruel body. His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked--and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts. "Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final," he seemed to say, "just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are." We were in the same Senior Society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own. We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch. "I've got a nice place here," he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly. Turning me around by one arm he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep pungent roses and a snub-nosed motor boat that bumped the tide off shore. "It belonged to Demaine the oil man." He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. "We'll go inside." We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding cake of the ceiling--and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it--indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise--she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression--then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. "I'm p-paralyzed with happiness." She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again--the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth--but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. "Do they miss me?" she cried ecstatically. "The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there's a persistent wail all night along the North Shore." "How gorgeous! Let's go back, Tom. Tomorrow!" Then she added irrelevantly, "You ought to see the baby." "I'd like to." "She's asleep. She's two years old. Haven't you ever seen her?" "Never." "Well, you ought to see her. She's- - " Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. "What you doing, Nick?" "I'm a bond man." "Who with?" I told him. "Never heard of them," he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. "You will," I answered shortly. "You will if you stay in the East." "Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry," he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. "I'd be a God Damned fool to live anywhere else." At this point Miss Baker said "Absolutely!" with such suddenness that I started--it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. "I'm stiff," she complained, "I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember." "Don't look at me," Daisy retorted. "I've been trying to get you to New York all afternoon." "No, thanks," said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, "I'm absolutely in training." Her host looked at her incredulously. "You are!" He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. "How you ever get anything done is beyond me." I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she "got done." I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discontented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. "You live in West Egg," she remarked contemptuously. "I know somebody there." "I don't know a single- - " "You must know Gatsby." "Gatsby?" demanded Daisy. "What Gatsby?" Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. "Why CANDLES?" objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. "In two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year." She looked at us all radiantly. "Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it." "We ought to plan something," yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed. "All right," said Daisy. "What'll we plan?" She turned to me helplessly. "What do people plan?" Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger. "Look!" she complained. "I hurt it." We all looked--the knuckle was black and blue. "You did it, Tom," she said accusingly. "I know you didn't mean to but you DID do it. That's what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a- - " "I hate that word hulking," objected Tom crossly, "even in kidding." "Hulking," insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here--and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hurried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. "You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy," I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. "Can't you talk about crops or something?" I meant nothing in particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. "Civilization's going to pieces," broke out Tom violently. "I've gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read 'The Rise of the Coloured Empires' by this man Goddard?" "Why, no," I answered, rather surprised by his tone. "Well, it's a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don't look out the white race will be--will be utterly submerged. It's all scientific stuff; it's been proved." "Tom's getting very profound," said Daisy with an expression of unthoughtful sadness. "He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we- - " "Well, these books are all scientific," insisted Tom, glancing at her impatiently. "This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It's up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things." "We've got to beat them down," whispered Daisy, winking ferociously toward the fervent sun. "You ought to live in California--" began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. "This idea is that we're Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and- - " After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. "--and we've produced all the things that go to make civilization--oh, science and art and all that. Do you see?" There was something pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. "I'll tell you a family secret," she whispered enthusiastically. "It's about the butler's nose. Do you want to hear about the butler's nose?" "That's why I came over tonight." "Well, he wasn't always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people. He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose- - " "Things went from bad to worse," suggested Miss Baker. "Yes. Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position." For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened--then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk. The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom's ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside. As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing. "I love to see you at my table, Nick. You remind me of a--of a rose, an absolute rose. Doesn't he?" She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation. "An absolute rose?" This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words. Then suddenly she threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and went into the house. Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance consciously devoid of meaning. I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said "Sh!" in a warning voice. A subdued impassioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear. The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether. "This Mr. Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor- - " I said. "Don't talk. I want to hear what happens." "Is something happening?" I inquired innocently. "You mean to say you don't know?" said Miss Baker, honestly surprised. "I thought everybody knew." "I don't." "Why- - " she said hesitantly, "Tom's got some woman in New York." "Got some woman?" I repeated blankly. Miss Baker nodded. "She might have the decency not to telephone him at dinner-time. Don't you think?" Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table. "It couldn't be helped!" cried Daisy with tense gayety. She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: "I looked outdoors for a minute and it's very romantic outdoors. There's a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightingale come over on the Cunard or White Star Line. He's singing away- - " her voice sang "----It's romantic, isn't it, Tom?" "Very romantic," he said, and then miserably to me: "If it's light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables." The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air. Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes. I couldn't guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest's shrill metallic urgency out of mind. To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing--my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police. The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again. Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front. In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee. Daisy took her face in her hands, as if feeling its lovely shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl. "We don't know each other very well, Nick," she said suddenly. "Even if we are cousins. You didn't come to my wedding." "I wasn't back from the war." "That's true." She hesitated. "Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick, and I'm pretty cynical about everything." Evidently she had reason to be. I waited but she didn't say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter. "I suppose she talks, and--eats, and everything." "Oh, yes." She looked at me absently. "Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born. Would you like to hear?" "Very much." "It'll show you how I've gotten to feel about--things. Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. 'All right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool--that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool." "You see I think everything's terrible anyhow," she went on in a convinced way. "Everybody thinks so--the most advanced people. And I KNOW. I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything." Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom's, and she laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated--God, I'm sophisticated!" The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emotion from me. I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged. Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the "Saturday Evening Post"--the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms. When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand. "To be continued," she said, tossing the magazine on the table, "in our very next issue." Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up. "Ten o'clock," she remarked, apparently finding the time on the ceiling. "Time for this good girl to go to bed." "Jordan's going to play in the tournament tomorrow," explained Daisy, "over at Westchester." "Oh,--you're JORdan Baker." I knew now why her face was familiar--its pleasing contemptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and Hot Springs and Palm Beach. I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgotten long ago. "Good night," she said softly. "Wake me at eight, won't you." "If you'll get up." "I will. Good night, Mr. Carraway. See you anon." "Of course you will," confirmed Daisy. "In fact I think I'll arrange a marriage. Come over often, Nick, and I'll sort of--oh--fling you together. You know--lock you up accidentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing- - " "Good night," called Miss Baker from the stairs. "I haven't heard a word." "She's a nice girl," said Tom after a moment. "They oughtn't to let her run around the country this way." "Who oughtn't to?" inquired Daisy coldly. "Her family." "Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old. Besides, Nick's going to look after her, aren't you, Nick? She's going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer. I think the home influence will be very good for her." Daisy and Tom looked at each other for a moment in silence. "Is she from New York?" I asked quickly. "From Louisville. Our white girlhood was passed together there. Our beautiful white- - " "Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the veranda?" demanded Tom suddenly. "Did I?" She looked at me. "I can't seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race. Yes, I'm sure we did. It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know- - " "Don't believe everything you hear, Nick," he advised me. I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home. They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light. As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called "Wait! "I forgot to ask you something, and it's important. We heard you were engaged to a girl out West." "That's right," corroborated Tom kindly. "We heard that you were engaged." "It's libel. I'm too poor." "But we heard it," insisted Daisy, surprising me by opening up again in a flower-like way. "We heard it from three people so it must be true." Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn't even vaguely engaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east. You can't stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriage. Their interest rather touched me and made them less remotely rich--nevertheless, I was confused and a little disgusted as I drove away. It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out of the house, child in arms--but apparently there were no such intentions in her head. As for Tom, the fact that he "had some woman in New York" was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart. Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone--fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars. Something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens. I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. But I didn't call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone--he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward--and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
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***** People, as a rule, will not stop to realize what a task such an attempt actually is. As I wrote along, in long-hand at first, a whole army of little E's gathered around my desk, all eagerly expecting to be called upon. But gradually as they saw me writing on and on, without even noticing them, they grew uneasy; and, with excited whisperings amongst themselves, began hopping up and riding on my pen, looking down constantly for a chance to drop off into some word ; for all the world like sea- birds perched, watching for a passing fish! But when they saw that I had covered 138 pages of typewriter size paper, they slid off onto the floor, walking sadly away, arm in arm ; but shouting back : "You certainly must have a hodge-podge of a yarn there without Us! Why, man! We are in every story ever written, hundreds of thousands of times! This is the first time we ever were shut out !" Pronouns also caused trouble; for such words as he, she, they, them, theirs, her, herself, my- self, himself, yourself, etc., could not be utilized. But a particularly annoying obstacle comes when, almost through a long paragraph you can find no words with which to continue that line of thought; hence, as in Solitaire, you are "stuck," and must go way back and start another ; which, of course, must perfectly fit the preceding context. [ 7 ] G A D S B Y I have received some extremely odd criti- cisms since the Associated Press widely announced that such a book was being written. A rapid-talking New York newspaper columnist wanted to know how I would get over the plain fact that my name contains the letter E three times. As an author's name is not a part of his story, that criticism did not hold water. And I received one most scathing epistle from a lady (woman!) denouncing me as a "genuine fake;" (that paradox being a most inter- esting one!), and ending by saying; - "Everyone knows that such a feat is impossible." All right. Then the impossible has been accomplished ; ( a par- adox to equal hers!) Other criticism may be directed at the Introduction; but this section of a story also is not part of it. The author is entitled to it, in order properly to explain his work. The story required five and a half months of concentrated endeavor, with so many erasures and retrenchments that I tremble as I think of them. Of course anybody can write such a story. All that is needed is a piece of string tied from the E type-bar down to some part of the base of the typewriter. Then simply go ahead and type your story. Incidentally, you should have some sort of a bromide preparation handy, for use when the going gets rough, as it most assuredly will ! [ 8 ] INTRODUCTION Before the book was in print, I was freely and openly informed "there is a trick, or catch," somewhere in that claim that there is not one letter E in the entire book, after you leave the Introduc- tion. Well; it is the privilege of the reader to un- earth any such deception that he or she may think they can find. I have even ordered the printer not to head each chapter with the words "Chapter 2," etc., on account of that bothersome E in that word. In closing let me say that I trust you may learn to love all the young folks in the story, as deeply as I have, in introducing them to you. Like many a book, it grows more and more interesting as the reader becomes well acquainted with the characters. Los Angeles, California February, 1939 [ 9 ] I If Youth, throughout all history, had had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically; you wouldn't con- stantly run across folks today who claim that "a child don't know anything." A child's brain starts functioning at birth ; and has, amongst its many in- fant convolutions, thousands of dormant atoms, in- to which God has put a mystic possibility for notic- ing an adult's act, and figuring out its purport. Up to about its primary school days a child thinks, naturally, only of play. But many a form of play contains disciplinary ^actors. "You can't do this," or "that puts you out," shows a child that it must think, practically, or fail. Now, if, through- out childhood, a brain has no opposition, it is plain that it will attain a position of "status quo," as with our ordinary animals. Man knows not why a cow, dog or lion was not born with a brain on a par with ours; why such animals cannot add, subtract, or obtain from books and schooling, that paramount position which Man holds today. But a human brain is not in that class. Con- stantly throbbing and pulsating, it rapidly forms t 10 ] G A D S B Y opinions; attaining an ability of its own; a fact which is startlingly shown by an occasional child "prodigy" in music or school work. And as, with our dumb animals, a child's inability convincingly to impart its thoughts to us, should not class it as ignorant. Upon this basis I am going to show you how a bunch of bright young folks did find a champion ; a man with boys and girls of his own ; a man of so dominating and happy individuality that Youth is drawn to him as is a fly to a suga- bowl. It is a story about a small town. It is not a gossipy yarn ; nor is it a dry, monotonous account, full of such cus- tomary "fill-ins" as "romantic moonlight casting murky shadows down a long, winding country road." Nor will it 2 say anything about tinklings lulling distant folds; robins carolling at twilight, nor any "warm glow of lamplight" from a cabin window. No. It is an account of up-and-doing activity; a vivid portrayal of Youth as it is today; and a practical discarding of that worn-out notion that "a child don't know anything." Now, any author, from history's dawn, always had that most important aid to writing: - an ability to call upon any word in his dictionary in tjuilding up his story. That is, our strict laws as to ord construction did not block his path. But in [ 11 ] G A D S B Y my story that mighty obstruction will constantly stand in my path ; for many an important, common word I cannot adopt, owing to its orthography. I shall act as a sort of historian for this small town; associating with its inhabitants, and striving to acquaint you with its youths, in such a way that you can look, knowingly, upon any child, rich or poor; forward or "backward;" your own, or John Smith's, in your community. You will find many young minds aspiring to know how, and WHY such a thing is so. And, if a child shows curiosity in that way, how ridiculous it is for you to snap out ; - "Oh! Don't ask about things too old for you! Such a jolt to a young child's mind, craving instruction, is apt so to dull its avidity, as to hold it back in its school work. Try to look upon a child as a small, soft young body and a rapidly growing, constantly inquiring brain. It must grow to matur- ity slowly. Forcing a child through school by con- stant night study during hours in which it should run and play, can bring on insomnia; handicap- ping both brain and body. Now this small town in our story had grown in just that way ; - slowly ; in fact, much too slowly to stand on a par with many a thousand of its kind in this big, vigorous nation of ours. It was simply [ 12 ] G A D S B Y stagnating ; just as a small mountain brook, coming to a hollow, might stop, and sink from sight, through not having a will to find a way through that obstruction ; or around it. You will run across such a dormant town, occasionally; possibly so dormant that only outright isolation by a fast-moving world, will show it its folly. If you will tour Asia, Yuca- tan, or parts of Africa and Italy, you will find many sad ruins of past kingdoms. Go to Indo-China and visit its gigantic Ankhor Vat; call at Damascus, Baghdad and Samarkand. What sorrowful lack of ambition many such a community shows in thus dis- carding such high-class construction! And I say, again, that so will Youth grow dormant, and hold this big, throbbing world back, if no champion backs it up ; thus providing it with an opportunity to show its ability for looking forward, and improving un- satisfactory conditions. So this small town of Branton Hills was lazily snoozing amidst up-and-doing towns, as Youth's Champion, John Gadsby, took hold of it; and shook its dawdling, flabby body until its inhabi- tants thought a tornado had struck it. Call it tor- nado, volcano, military onslaught, or what you will, this town found that it had a bunch of kids who had wills that would admit of no snoozing ; for that is [ 13 ] G A D S B Y Youth, on its forward march of inquiry, thought and action. If you stop to think of it, you will find that it is customary for our "grown-up" brain to cast off many of its functions of its youth ; and to think only of what it calls "topics of maturity." Amongst such discards, is many a form of happy play ; many a muscular activity such as walking, running, climb- ing; thus totally missing that alluring "joy of liv- ing" of childhood. If you wish a vacation from fi- nancial affairs, just go out and play with Youth. Play "blind-man's buff," "hop-scotch," "ring toss," and football. Go out to a charming woodland spot on a picnic with a bright, happy, vivacious group. Sit down at a corn roast; a marshmallow toast; join in singing popular songs ; drink a quart of good, rich milk ; burrow into that big lunch box ; and all such things as banks, stocks, and family bills, will vanish on fairy wings, into oblivion. But this is not a claim that Man should stay always youthful. Supposing that that famous Spaniard, landing upon Florida's coral strands, had found that mythical Fountain of Youth; what a calamity for mankind ! A world without maturity of thought ; without man's full-grown muscular ability to construct mighty buildings, railroads and ships ; a world without authors, doctors, savants, musicians ; [ 14 ] G A D S B Y nothing but Youth ! I can think of but a solitary ap- proval of such a condition; for such a horror as war would not, - could not occur; for a child is, naturally, a small bunch of sympathy. I know that boys will "scrap;" also that "spats" will occur amongst girls; but, at such a monstrosity as killings by bombing towns, sinking ships, or mass annihilation of marching troops, childhood would stand aghast. Not a tiny bird would fall; nor would any form of gun nor facility for manufacturing it, insult that almost Holy purity of youthful thought. Anybody who knows that wracking sorrow brought upon a child by a dying puppy or cat, knows that childhood can show us that our fighting, our policy of " a tooth for a tooth," is abominably wrong. So, now to start our story ; - Branton Hills was a small town in a rich ag- ricultural district ; and having many a possibility for growth. But, through a sort of smug satisfaction with conditions of long ago, had no thought of im- proving such important adjuncts as roads; putting up public buildings, nor laying out parks; in fact a dormant, slowly dying community. So satisfactory was its status that it had no form of transportation to surrounding towns but by railroad, or "old Dob- Jln." Now, any town thus isolating its inhabitants, fill invariably find this big, busy world passing it [ 15 ] G A D S B Y by ; glancing at it, curiously, as at an odd animal at a circus; and, you will find, caring not a whit about its condition. Naturally, a town should grow. You can look upon it as a child ; which, through natural conditions, should attain manhood; and add to its surrounding thriving districts its products of farm, shop, or factory. It should show a spirit of associ- ation with surrounding towns ; crawl out of its lair, and find how backward it is. Now, in all such towns, you will find, occa- sionally, an individual born with that sort of brain which, knowing that his town is backward, longs to start things toward improving it ; not only its living conditions, but adding an institution or two, such as any city, big or small, maintains, gratis, for its in- habitants. But so forward looking a man finds that trying to instill any such notions into a town's ruling body is about as satisfactory as butting against a brick wall. Such "Boards" as you find ruling many a small town, function from such a soporific rut that any hint of digging cash from its cast iron strong box with its big brass padlock, will fall upon minds as rigid as rock. Branton Hills had such a man, to whom such rigidity was as annoying as a thorn in his foot. Continuous trials brought only continual thorn - pricks; until, finally, a brilliant plan took form as [ 16 ] G A D S B Y John Gadsby found Branton Hills' High School pupils waking up to Branton Hills' sloth. Gadsby continually found this bright young bunch asking: - "Aw ! Why is this town so slow ? It's noth- ing but a dry twig ! !" "Ha !" said Gadsby ; "A dry twig ! That's it ! Many a living, blossoming branch all around us, and this solitary dry twig, with a tag hanging from it, on which you will find : 'Branton Hills ; A twig too lazy to grow !' " Now this put a "hunch" in Gadsby's brain, causing him to say ; " A High School pupil is not a child, now. Naturally a High School boy has not a man's qualifications; nor has a High School girl womanly maturity. But such kids, born in this swiftly moving day, think out many a notion which will work, but which would pass our dads and granddads in cold disdain. Just as ships pass at night. But supposing that such ships should show a light in passing ; or blow a horn ; or, if - if - if - By Golly! I'll do it!" And so Gadsby sat on his blossom-bound porch on a mild Spring morning, thinking and smok- ing. Smoking can calm a man down; and his thoughts had so long and so constantly clung to this plan of his that a cool outlook as to its promulga- tion was not only important, but paramount. So, as [ 17 ] G A D S B Y his cigar was whirling and puffing rings aloft ; and as groups of bright, happy boys and girls trod past, to school, his plan rapidly took form as follows : - "Youth! What is it? Simply a start. A start of what ? Why, of that most astot nding of all human functions; thought. But man didn't start his brain working. No. All that an adult can claim is a continuation, or an amplification of thoughts, dormant in his youth. Although a child's brain can absorb instruction with an ability far surpassing that of a grown man; and, although such a young brain is bound by rigid limits, it contains a capacity for constantly craving additional facts. So, in our backward Branton Hills, I just know that I can find boys and girls who can show our old moss-back Town Hall big-wigs a thing or two. Why! On Town Hall night, just go and sit in that room and find out just how stupid and stubborn a Council, (put into Town Hall, you know, through popular ballot!), can act. Say that a road is badly worn, Shall it stay so? Up jumps Old Bill Simpkins claiming that it is a townsman's duty to fix up his wagon springs if that road is too rough for him !" As Gadsby sat thinking thus, his plan was rapidly growing; and, in a month, was actuall) starting to work. How ? You'll know shortly ; but first, you should know this John Gadsby ; a man oi [ 18 ] G A D S B Y "around fifty;" a family man, and known through- out Brai'ton Hills for his high standard of honor an d altruism on any kind of an occasion for public good. A loyal churchman, Gadsby was a man who, though admitting that an occasional fault in our daily acts is bound to occur, had taught his two boys and a pail' of girls that, though folks do slip from what Scriptural authors call that "straight and nar- row path," it will not pay to risk your own Soul by slipping, just so that you can laugh at your ability in staying out of prison; for Gadsby, having grown up in Branton Hills, could point to many such man or woman. So, with such firm convictions in his mind, this upstanding man was constantly striving so to act that no complaint from man, woman or child should bring a word of disapproval. In his mind, what a man might do was that man's affair only and could stain no Soul but his own. And his altruism taught that it is not difficult to find many ways in which to bring joy to such as cannot, through physical disability, go out to look for it ; and that only a small bit of joy, brought to a shut-in in- valid will carry with it such a warmth as can flow only from acts of human sympathy. For many days Gadsby had thought of ways in which folks with a goodly bank account could aid in building up this rapidly backsliding town of [ 19] G A D S B Y Branton Hills. But, how to show that class what a contribution could do? In this town, full of capital- ists and philanthropists contributing, off and on, for shipping warming pans to Zulus, Gadsby saw a so- lution. In whom? Why, in just that bunch of bright, happy school kids, back from many a visit to a city, and noting its ability in improving its living condi- tions. So Gadsby thought of thus carrying an ink- ling to such capitalists as to how this stagnating town could claim a big spot upon our national map, which is now shown only in small, insignificant print. As a start, Branton Hills' "Daily Post" would carry a long story, outlining a list of factors for improving conditions. This it did; but it wil always stay as a blot upon high minds and prouc blood that not a man or woman amongst such capi- talists saw, in his plan, any call for dormant funds. But did that stop Gadsby? Can you stop a rising wind ? Hardly ! So Gadsby took into council about forty boys of his vicinity and built up an Organiza- tion of Youth. Also about as many girls who hac known what it is, compulsorily to pass up many picnic, or various forms of sport, through a lack of public park land. So this strong, vigorous combina- tion of both youth and untiring activity, avidly took up Gadsby's plan ; for nothing so stirs up a youthf u [20] G A D iS BY mind as an opportunity for accomplishing anything that adults cannot do. And did Gadsby know Youth ? I'll say so ! His two sons and girls, now in High or Grammar school, had taught him a thing or two; principal amongst which was that all-dominat- ing fact that, at a not too far distant day, our young folks will occupy important vocational and also po- litical positions, and will look back upon this, our day ; smiling kindly at our way of doing things. So, to say that many a Branton Hills "King of Capital" got a bit huffy as a High School stripling was prov- ing how stubborn a rich man is if his dollars don't aid so vast an opportunity for doing good, would put it mildly! Such downright gall by a half- grown kid to inform him; an outstanding light on Branton Hills' tax list, that this town was sliding down hill; and would soon land in an abyss of na- tional oblivion ! And our Organization girls ! How Branton Hills' rich old widows and plump matrons did sniff in disdain as a group of High School pupils brought forth straightforward claims that cash paving a road, is doing good practical work, but, in filling up a strong box, is worth nothing to our town. Oh, that class of nabobs ! How thoroughly Gadsby did know its parsimony ! ! And how thor- oughly did this hard-planning man know just what [ 21 ] G A D S B Y a constant onslaught by Youth could do. So, in about a month, his "Organization" had "waylaid," so to say, practically half of Branton Hills' cash kings ; and had so won out, through that commonly known "pull" upon an adult by a child asking for what plainly is worthy, that his mail brought not only cash, but two rich landlords put at his disposal, tracts of land "for any form of occupancy which can, in any way, aid our town." This land Gadsby's Organization promptly put into growing farm prod- ucts for gratis distribution to Branton Hills' poor; and that burning craving of Youth for activity soon had it sprouting corn, squash, potato, onion and asparagus crops ; and, to "doll it up a bit," put in a patch of blossoming plants. Naturally any man is happy at a satisfactory culmination of his plans and so, as Gadsby found that public philanthropy was but an affair of plain, ordinary approach, it did not call for much brain work to find that, possibly also, a way might turn up for putting handicraft instruction in Branton Hills' schools; for schooling, according to him, die not consist only of books and black-boards. Hands also should know how to construct various practica things in woodwork, plumbing, blacksmithing, ma- sonry, and so forth; with thorough instruction in sanitation, and that most important of all youthfu [ 22 ] G A D S B Y activity, gymnastics. For girls such a school could instruct in cooking, suit making, hat making, fancy work, art and loom-work ; in fact, about any handi- craft that a girl might wish to study, and which is n ot in our standard school curriculum. But as Gadsby thought of such a school, no way for back- ing it financially was in sight. Town funds naturally, should carry it along; but town funds and Town Councils do not always form what you might call synonymous words. So it was compulsory that cash should actually "drop into his lap," via a continua- tion of solicitations by his now grandly functioning Organization of Youth. So, out again trod that bunch of bright, happy kids, putting forth such plain, straightforward facts as to what Manual Training would do for Branton Hills, that many saw it in that light. But you will always find a group, or individual complaining that such things would "automatically dawn" on boys and girls without any training. Old Bill Simpkins was loud in his antagonism to what was a "crazy plan to dip into our town funds just to allow boys to saw up good wood, and girls to burn up good flour, trying to cook biscuits." Kids, according to him, should go to work in Branton Hills' shopping district, and profit by it. "Bah ! Why not start a class to show goldfish [23 ] G A D S B Y how to waltz ! / didn't go to any such school ; and what am I now? A Councilman! I can't saw a board straight, nor fry a potato chip; but I can show you folks how to hang onto your town funds." Old Bill was a notorious grouch ; but our Or- ganization occasionally did find a totally varying mood. Old Lady Flanagan, with four boys in school, and a husband many days too drunk to work, was loud in approval. "Whoops! Thot's phwat I calls a grand thing ! Worra, worra ! I wish Old Man Flanagan had had sich an opporchunity. But thot ignorant old clod don't know nuthin' but boozin', tobacca shmokin' and ditch-diggin'. And you know thot our Council ain't a-payin' for no ditch-scoopin' right now. So /'// shout for thot school! For my boys can find out how to fix thot barn door our old cow laid down against." Ha, ha! What a circus our Organization had with such varying moods and outlooks! But, finally such a school was built; instructors brought in from surrounding towns; and Gadsby was as happy as a cat with a bah of yarn. As Branton Hills found out what it can ac- complish if it starts out with vigor and a will to win, our Organization thought of laying out a big park; furnishing an opportunity for small tots to romp [ 24 ] G A D S B Y and play on grassy plots; a park for all sorts of sports, picnics, and so forth; sand lots for baby- hood; cozy arbors for girls who might wish to study, or talk. (You might, possibly, find a girl who can talk, you know!); also shady nooks and winding paths for old folks who might find comfort in such. Gadsby thought that a park is truly a most important adjunct to any community ; for, if a grow- ing population has no out-door spot at which its glooms, slumps and morbid thoughts can vanish upon wings of sunlight, amidst bright colorings of shrubs and sky, it may sink into a grouchy, fault- finding, squabbling group ; and making such a show- ing for surrounding towns as to hold back any gain in population or valuation. Gadsby had a goodly plot of land in a grand location for a park and sold it to Branton Hills for a dollar ; that stingy Council to lay it out according to his plans. And how his Organization did applaud him for this, his first "solo work !" But schools and parks do not fulfill all of a town's calls. Many minds of varying kinds will long for an opportunity for finding out things not ordi- narily taught in school. So Branton Hills' Public Li- brary was found too small. As it was now in a small back room in our High School, it should oc- cupy its own building; down town, and handy for [ 25 ] G A D S B Y all; and with additional thousands of books and maps. Now, if you think Gadsby and his youthful assistants stood aghast at such a gigantic proposi- tion, you just don't know Youth, as it is today. But to whom could Youth look for so big an outlay as a library building would cost? Books also cost; li- brarians and janitors draw pay. So, with light, warmth, and all-round comforts, it was a task to stump a full-grown politician; to say nothing of a plain, ordinary townsman and a bunch of kids. So Gadsby thought of taking two bright boys and two smart girls to Washington, to call upon a man in a high position, who had got it through Branton Hills' popular ballot. Now, any politician is a convincing orator. (That is, you know, all that politics consists of !) ; and this big man, in contact with a visiting capitalist, looking for a handout for his own dis- trict, got a donation of a thousand dollars. But that wouldn't start a public library; to say nothing of maintaining it. So, back in Branton Hills, again, our Organization was out, as usual, on its war-path. Branton Hills' philanthropy was now show- ing signs of monotony; so our Organization had to work its linguistic ability and captivating tricks full blast, until that thousand dollars had so grown that a library was built upon a vacant lot which had grown nothing but grass; and only a poor quality [ 26 ] G A D S B Y of it, at that; and many a child and adult quickly found ways of profitably passing odd hours. Naturally Old Bill. Simpkins was snooping around, sniffing and snorting at any signs of making Branton Hills "look cityish," (a word originating in Bill's vocabulary.) "Huh ! ! / didn't put in any foolish hours with books in my happy childhood in this good old town ! But I got along all right; and am now having my say in its Town Hall doing^s. Books ! ! Pooh ! Maps ! BAH ! ! It's silly to squat in a hot room squinting at a lot of print ! If you want to know about a thing, go to work in a shop or factory of that kind, and find out about it first-hand." "But, Bill," said Gadsby, "shops want a man who knows what to do without having to stop to train him." "Oh, that's all bosh ! If a boss shows a man what a tool is for; and if that man is any good, at all, why bring up this stuff you call training? That man grabs a tool, works 'til noon ; knocks off for an hour ; works 'til " At this point in Bill's blow-up an Italian Councilman was passing, and put in his oar, with : - "Ha, Bill ! You thinka your man can worka all right, firsta day, huh ? You talka crazy so much as a fool ! I laugha tinkin' of you startin' on a patcha for my boota ! You lasta just a half hour. Thisa library all righta. This town too mucha what I call tight-wad!" Oh, hum ! ! It's a tough job making old dogs do tricks. But our Organization was now holding almost daily sittings, and soon a bright girl thought of having band music in that now popular park. And what do you think that stingy Council did ? It actually built a most fantastic band-stand; got a contract with a first-class, band, and all without so much as a Councilman fainting away ! ! So, finally, on a hot July Sunday, two solid hours of grand har- mony brought joy to many a poor Soul who had not for many a day, known that balm of comfort which can "air out our brains' dusty corridors," and bring such happy thrills, as Music, that charming Fairy, which knows no human words, can bring. Around that gaudy band-stand, at two-thirty on that first Sunday, sat or stood as happy a throng of old and young as any man could wish for ; and Gadsby and his "gang" got hand-clasps and hand-claps, from all. A good band, you know, not only can stir and thrill you ; for it can play a soft crooning lullaby, a lilting waltz or polka ; or, with its wood winds, bring forth old songs of our childhood, ballads of courting days, or hymns and carols of Christmas; and can suit all [ 28 ] D sorts of folks, in all sorts of moods ; for a Spaniard, Dutchman or Russian can find similar joy with a inan from Itary, Norway or far away Brazil. [29 ] II By now, Branton Hills was so proud of not only its "smarting up," but also of its startling growth, on that account, that an ap- plication was put forth for its incorporation as a city; a small city, naturally, but full of that condi- tion of Youth, known as "growing pains." So its shabby old "Town Hall" sign was thrown away, and a black and gold onyx slab, with "City Hall" blazing forth in vivid colors, put up, amidst band music, flag waving, parading and oratory. In only a month from that glorious day, Gadsby found folks "primping up": girls putting on bright ribbons; boys finding that suits could stand a good ironing; and rich widows and portly matrons almost out- doing any rainbow in brilliancy. An occasional shop along Broadway, which had a rattly door or shaky windows was put into first class condition, to fit Branton Hills' status as a city. Old Bill Simpkins was strutting around, as pompous as a drum-major ; for, now, that old Town Council would function as a CITY council; HIS council! His own stamping ground ! According to him, from it, at no far day, "Bill Simpkins, City Councilman," would show an [ 30 ] G A D S B Y anxiously waiting world how to run a city ; though probably, I think, how not to run it. It is truly surprising what a narrow mind, what a blind outlook a man, brought up with prac- tically no opposition to his boyhood wants, can at- tain ; though brought into contact with indisputably important data for improving his city. Our Organ- ization boys thought Bill "a bit off;" but Gadsby would only laugh at his blasts against paying out city funds; for, you know, all bombs don't burst; you occasionally find a "dud." But this furor for fixing up rattly doors or shaky windows didn't last; for Old Bill's oratory found favor with a bunch of his old tight-wads, who actually thought of inaugurating a campaign against Gadsby's Organization of Youth. As soon as this was known about town, that mythical pot, known as Public Opinion, was boiling furiously. A vast majority stood back of Gadsby and his kids; so, old Bill's ranks could count only on a small group of rich old Shylocks to whom a bank-book was a thing to look into or talk about only annually ; that is, on bank-balancing days. This small minority got up a slogan : - "Why Spoil a Good Old Town ?" and actually did, off and on, talk a shopman out of fixing up his shop or grounds. This, you know, put additional vigor into our Organization ; inspiring a [ 31 ] G A D S B Y boy to bring up a plan for calling a month, - say July, - "pick-up, paint-up and wash-up month ;" for it was a plain fact that, all about town, was many a shabby spot; a lot of buildings could stand a good coat of paint, and yards raking up; thus showing surrounding towns that not only could Branton Hills "doll up," but had a class of inhabitants who gladly would go at such a plan, and carry it through. So Gadsby got his "gang" out, to sally forth and any man or woman who did not jump, at first, at such a plan by vigorous Youth, was always brought around, through noticing how poorly a shabby yard did look. So Gadsby put in Branton Hills' "Post" this stirring call : - "Raking up your yard or painting your build- ing is simply improving it both in worth; ar "stically and from a utilization standpoint. I know that many a city front lawn is small ; but, if it is only fairly big, a walk, cut curvingly, will add to it, sur- prisingly. That part of a walk which runs to your front door could show rows of small rocks rough and natural; and grading from small to big; but no 'hit-or-miss' layout. You can so fix up your yard as to form an approach to unity in plan with such as adjoin you; though without actual duplication; thus providing harmony for all who may pass by. [ 32 ] G A D S B Y It is, in fact, but a bit of City Planning; and any- body who aids in such work is a most worthy inhab- itant. So, cut your scraggly lawns! Trim your old, shaggy shrubs ! Bring into artistic form, your grass-grown walks!" (Now, naturally, in writing such a story as this, with its conditions as laid down in its Introduction, it is not surprising that an occasional "rough spot" in composition is found. So I trust that a critical public will hold constantly in mind that I am volun- tarily avoiding words containing that symbol which is, by far, of most common inclusion in writing our Anglo-Saxon as it is, today. Many of our most common words cannot show; so I must adopt syno- nyms; a*-d so twist a thought around as to say what I wish'' ith as much clarity as I can.) So, now to go on with this odd contraption : By Autumn, a man who took his vacation in July, would hardly know his town upon coming back , so thoroughly had thousands "dug in" to aid in its transformation. "Boys," said Gadsby, "you can pat your own backs, if you can't find anybody to do it for you. This city is proud of you. And, girls, just sing with joy ; for not only is your city proud of you, but I am. too." [ 33 ] G A D S B Y "But how about you, sir, and your work?" This was from Frank; a boy brought up to think fairly on all things. "Oh," said Gadsby laugh- ingly, "I didn't do much of anything but boss you young folks around. If our Council awards any diplomas, I don't want any. I would look ridicu- lous strutting around with a diploma with a pink ribbon on it, now wouldn't I !" This talk of diplomas was as a bolt from a bright sky to this young, hustling bunch. But, though Gadsby's words did sound as though a grown man wouldn't want such a thing, that wasn't saying that a young boy or girl wouldn't ; and with this surprising possibility ranking in young minds, many a kid was in an anti-soporific condition for parts of many a night. But a kindly Councilman actually did bring up a bill about this diploma affair, and his collaborators put it through; which naturally brought up talk as how to award such diplomas. At last it was thought that a big public affair at City Hall, with our Organization on a platform, with Branton Hills' Mayor and Council, would furnish an all-round, satisfactory way. Such an occasion was worthy of a lot of planning; and a first thought was for flags and [ 34 ] G A D S B Y bunting on all public buildings ; with a grand illum- ination at night. Stationary lights should glow from all points on which a light could stand, hang, or swing; and gigantic rays should swoop and swish across clouds and sky. Bands should play ; boys and girls march and sing; and a vast crowd would pour into City Hall. As on similar occasions, a bad rush for chairs was apt to occur, a company of military units should occupy all important points, to hold back anything simulating a jam.
@PegFitzpatrick
11 жыл бұрын
Enjoy the huge commenting possibilities. :)
@vievesie
11 жыл бұрын
wow
@stichy500
11 жыл бұрын
jeez
@indrekkpringi
10 жыл бұрын
HOLY FUCK! KZitem please put back the 500 character limit before I puke on all this shit
@danreid1760
11 жыл бұрын
leaving a comment on an internet video turns out to be more complicated than signing up for Obamacare
@BorealSelfReliance
11 жыл бұрын
LOL! Except you can leave a comment, unless they have fixed the national exchange so people can sign up for insurance now.
@goodwoodandthebeaver
11 жыл бұрын
Don't even think about trying to reply to one lol
@onjit8436
11 жыл бұрын
Signing up for Obamacare must be pretty easy then....
Hank, how do you feel about KZitem pushing for real names?
@JoshuaCasey
11 жыл бұрын
Um. You can still use usernames. If you link to a "Google+ PAGE" you can have the page use the username that you want. It's only the "Google+ Profile" (They are two separate things; though, same Google account) that you are supposed to use your real name on. Hope this helps :)
@CaitSoma
11 жыл бұрын
***** You can still use usernames, but KZitem is pushing HARD to use real names. Its irritating.
@Mister_Peppers
11 жыл бұрын
I'm using a username. Right now.
@chazzhay
11 жыл бұрын
I have a username,
@Charles_Rains
11 жыл бұрын
and a real name account.
@karakamos
11 жыл бұрын
Thanks for this, Hank! I've been away from KZitem for a week and now I'm figuring this out. I just want to get to the part where it feels comfortable and natural and like it makes sense again.
@ThePeaceableKingdom
11 жыл бұрын
Thank you so much for this. If a big-time KZitemr finds the G+ change that confusing I feel so much better about being utterly lost myself! I'm sure that eventually I'll figure it all out - a day or two before they change everything all over again...
@ecereto
11 жыл бұрын
"Everybody complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it." --Charles Dudley Warner This is mistakenly attributed to M.Twain because he quoted in a lecture.
@ameralshehri1729
10 жыл бұрын
مرحبا بكم في منتدى
@TheSwedishLad
11 жыл бұрын
"Why is it so confusing?" When this is said by someone like Hank Green, then we're all in trouble. Yikes!
@chefkendranguyen
11 жыл бұрын
I agree, when I was watching I was like..If Hank doesn't get it, there is a problem.
@TheSwedishLad
11 жыл бұрын
One of my big concerns are these extra pages and pretend-youtube channels that are being created. Eeek!
@Tomato-ek3vg
11 жыл бұрын
think this is confusing? go to privacy settings page! There's literraly dozens of pages of documentation explain what specific options do or don't do. I'm sure the vast majority of people won't have a tiniest clue which settings are actually sane (that is which ones don't share your shoe size with everybody).
@IwashereJay
11 жыл бұрын
"Everybody hates Google+ What we gonna do? Let's force everyone using KZitem to use it. That sounds like an awesome idea! Oh and while we're on it, let's mess up almost everything the people used to love :)" -.-
@MustachioFurioso9134
11 жыл бұрын
sounds like a solid plan...lol
@IwashereJay
11 жыл бұрын
Whereas I have to admit, the notification system when something happens to one of your comments or videos is good - not that they necessarily needed g+ for that but well, I have to give 'em that credit :P
@MustachioFurioso9134
11 жыл бұрын
Yeah, I do like the notification system. Plus I can comment/reply directly from the notification, a very cool feature. I give them credit there.
@hmich176
11 жыл бұрын
***** I think they did need G+ for that. They created the notification system when they created G+.
@ihategoogle5418
11 жыл бұрын
***** Not really good when there's like a 99+ comments (yes, literally) conversation and someone replies to me, then I'll have to look for my previous comment to know what the heck they're talking about. I could just click "Show Comment" back in the old youTube and I'd know what it's about. Also, I'll get notification every time someone likes my comment. Also, you can't thumb down comments anymore. Also, reporting comments has just gotten more complicated: more clicking, more scrolling (yea, for now I need to scroll because when I click report the page will jump to some random spot and I have to scroll up or down to back to the comment to report anything.)
@spelunkerd
11 жыл бұрын
I don't think Google will be able to fix the ability to reply to old comments. I believe they anticipated this problem, and they still couldn't fix it. But they might be able to fix the 'newest first' issue. I agree, newest first is important and it should be a default. One of the great things about the internet is the fact it levels the playing field, offering a platform no matter who the person is. There are definitely brilliant minds out there, and I don't want them to be buried under a mountain of like minded people who agree with the original author. Often unidentified reviewers from the faceless masses offer brilliant insight.
@EmperorTigerstar
11 жыл бұрын
Unfortunately, Google is being smart. We may hate these changes, but we're still not willing to delete our accounts or stop commenting, therefore, they still have us using their business. They win that way.
@KarisGorst
11 жыл бұрын
thank you for this kind of unbiased, not overly negative look on the new comment system! i saw so many people on twitter just wholly focusing on the negative things, which was really annoying so thanks :) also i find the switch accounts thing kind of annoying particularly for the way i youtube and do vlogs etc.
@macattack32623
11 жыл бұрын
I'm a CS major and web developer and the more i get close to graduation and watch youtube continue to dish out "features" that confuse the fuck out of our community the more i want not to go work for google but to work for subbable and help to build a place where we can grow our community in an environment that meets all of our needs
@danheidel
11 жыл бұрын
Without trying to sound like some sort of internet hipster, Google has been going downhill for years now. Ever since the management became obsessed with Facebook, the UI has been steadily getting worse, the moral compass of the company has been increasingly worrisome and they've been clearly more focused on ad revenue over user experience.
@macattack32623
11 жыл бұрын
yeah it's like for the last few years they've lost their self-critical eye and who knows where they find their user feedback cause i've yet to meet anyone excited by ANY ONE of the changes they've unleashed recently
@danheidel
11 жыл бұрын
I was talking about this in another thread. Google is suffering from an ailment common to many (most) companies that grow large. They start drinking the Cool-aid. This happened at Microsoft (and is still a huge problem there) as well. You get a bubble culture - rich software developers and project managers that don't live like most people do. They come up with software and hardware solutions that work for them. Remember how MS used to be all about those flip screen tablet laptops? No one else was but they flogged the crap out of that technology and completely missed the iPhone as a viable model. It turns out that the old stylus flip screen laptops were *awesome* for PMs at MS that were jumping from meeting t meeting. They just lost sight of the fact that they were not typical users.
@macattack32623
11 жыл бұрын
yeah it's a common problem for sure
@hmich176
11 жыл бұрын
Dan Heidel To be fair, Google's UI has never been what a lot of people considered "good." Google has always been known for being engineering first, putting looks second. Also, for what it's worth, Google has always put ad revenue first.
@lonancblackwood8727
11 жыл бұрын
Google+ and the stuff they do gets bashed way too much. Everybody jump on the G+ hate train. I think really people are just afraid of change. I adore these new comments! I can't wait for Google+ to get more involved in making the internet better and more efficient in a variety of places. The things I like about these comments that weren't really focused on as good points: - You can share to specific circles, so that only friends will see, and only the friends you want to see it. So your business friends aren't going to see your favorite anime or pokemon video, but you can still share that video with your friends and talk about it! On this note, as was mentioned in the video, you are more likely to see people you know, your communities, and such. - You can disable replies, without needing to alter privacy even! I don't want to spend time thinking about or worrying about a whole conversation being started by some comment I make, especially if its public. KZitem comments were a scary place for me before, because I had to always worry that if I said something that others aren't aware of, I'd be dragged into it again and again, and relive the same old fights. Now that problem wont exist. I can leave a simple comment, and share my thoughts, without needing to fear the heated KZitem debates. I once even had someone tell me to kill myself. At least now there's a good chance I wont ever see it if someone does. But I worry about the + mentioning system bringing that problem back. I am VERY thankful for this option from Google+. It made these whole comments like a wonderful present to me. I was waiting for the ability to do that on KZitem (as well as other places). -Disable reshares. If you even more don't want anyone trying to have any sort of battle with you. -Easy to find your comments again! No more searching through piles of comments to find yours. Not that you need to so much now that disabling replies is an option. But if you need to find your comment, you can. - And oh my gods, the ability to freaking elaborate! No stupid character limit. I could never post my insights like this before. And its not like anyone is forced to read my comment unless they are interested, so this is great! Though I DO like your ideas of default comment settings. I hate turning off replies as well every time I go to comment. I also think Google+ needs to work harder on the quality of the comments in the top comments. I don't want to see useless chatter and spam, I want to see good logical points about the video. It would be nice if these top comments could match your own specific interests, too.
@recklesstenacity
11 жыл бұрын
Hank, I'm with you. I'm sticking to "Newest First" and I am SUPER ANGRY at not being able to reply to old comments. It's frustrating enough that youtube tells you what to watch when you sign up, now it tells you who is worth listening to? UGH.
@beccaperson
11 жыл бұрын
This is so wonderful in helping me figure out the new system without having to take a huge chunk of time being confused. Thank you for taking the time to explain the new comment system to all of us, Hank. :)
@BlindWolf8
11 жыл бұрын
I still don't understand why this is such a big, confusing thing to some people. It's a Google account. It keeps everything together. Google owns KZitem. It would make sense that they would want to put everything in one system.
@Aiironic
11 жыл бұрын
Hi Hank! (And everyone else who reads this comment!) I'm slightly disappointed that you talked about how larger content creators or people with a bigger following will have a higher probability of having their comments seen. You brushed up on it in the last minute and a few seconds in the beginningish, which is great, but I had hoped you might have had something more to say on the subject. I understand that this video was [mostly] about how the new comments work, but it is my hope that you'll talk about it more in some form. I seriously believe that it's going to be a real concern towards discussion. My fear is that with Google essentially sorting out the comments to see what's relevant and what's not will be a damper on people starting out. Overall, this system seems to promote what bigger content creators have to say over that of smaller ones or people who don't create content other than comments. I mean, although with the older comment system people had thumbs up'd a lot of the bigger content creators' comments anyways because more people have the capability of recognizing them and naturally would thumbs up them, the system was a little bit more democratic in seeing comments. But with this system, though there is the option of having "newest first" (I KNOW people as a whole will most likely not bother with that), a very interesting comment can be overlooked. Especially in a more popular video where most people will add to the discussion through the /already/ top comment. My problem is that in order to be seen or heard, you have to add to the discussion by commenting to an already long post. If you start a new thread, you have to hope that someone looks down far enough so that you can get thumb up'd or comments on your post. And if you DO comment on a large thread, it can still be lost - particularly if you're commenting on a video created by a larger content creator. Especially if the video is new. The amount of comments and responses to that one person means the likelihood of your comment being seen is less and less. I think that's a huge problem, particularly because it could be really innovative, but lost. I'm still very worried that youtube/google seem to be ignoring the smaller content creators and treating them poorly over the larger ones, who just seem to get bigger and bigger. I mean, it's completely rational because they're still a corporation and the smaller ones would be less likely to make them money, but it's still the smaller ones that make up the majority of youtube. It's like our voices are shut down as a result... You mentioned in a tumblr post that it seemed more "controversial" topics got higher and that people who wrote really long and mean posts could potentially get thumbed up faster. It doesn't happen in pockets of communities that are generally nicer, but it can to the general audience, and that scares me because if a person is looking at their comments and that is the FIRST thing that they see, it can be super damaging. That being said, I really like that I can actually formulate my thoughts properly without a character limit, which could be better for discussion. However, I find it kind of harder to read the long threads because the comments don't branch out and separate on discussion points. It's harder to follow if you haven't been following the conversation from the beginning. I'm hesitant about this comment system because it's REALLY great that it opens so many doors to discussion and community, but at the same time it can be incredibly hard to find things that oppose your own view points because you only see comments from the same types of people (the people in your circles). It'll be harder to get out of the bubble you're comfortable in, which cuts off a lot of interesting discussion as well. That being said, I am really sad to see so many people hating on it endlessly without lauding it for its positive points. A lot of people that I've seen complaining that youtube and google were "fixing something that wasn't broken" are also disappointing me - because you can lose a lot of innovation that way. And sometimes you don't know what "better" is until you have it, you know? TL;DR - I like discussion, I'm afraid that bigger content creators will keep getting bigger and ignoring the smaller content creators, and I'm unsure of how I feel about this entire debacle.
@lampshade1304
11 жыл бұрын
That is Long...
@Aiironic
11 жыл бұрын
Using the new system to my advantage. :D
@ihategoogle5418
11 жыл бұрын
Aiironic Well I believe that if they love innovation, they deserve it for never listening to their audience. Lost innovation -> more boring contents -> less users -> bankruptcy. I believe that if you continue to do something bad without a consequence, it will get worse and worst. This is the real life consequence they get from their user base. (Tho yes, I do like some of the features you listed.) KZitem is for videos watching, not for conversations chatting. If I want to chat, I'd have done that on Facebook, Yahoo, Twitter, or other social sites. Also, doing this, I believe Google is decreasing their revenue. KZitem is built upon ads so more video viewing -> more ad -> more money. Now, more chatting -> less view -> less ad -> less money. Of course not everyone wants to leave a comment on a video, but for most people like me who like to read and make comment, as well as watching many videos, I'll then have to read threads now, not comment, and I don't want to make myself look stupid or else I'd be marked as spam, so I'll have to read the whole conversation before I even post, and many conversation contains more than 30 posts, so I don't think I'll have more time watching more videos if I have to spend more time reading posts, and that would mean less profit for Google. Therefore, I believe it's such a bad move that Google just pull onto themselves.
@Aiironic
11 жыл бұрын
iHateGOOGLE+5 I don't believe that having long comments is particularly the problem necessarily. If you want to look for more content to click to new videos, that's always an option and they haven't taken that away. (Whether or not you'd be interested in the content that they feature is another issue entirely.) I actually think that comments are VERY important. If you can create a community TO watch your videos (every single one of them), then you can grow as a content creator. You can create dialogue between you and your audience, which is much more engaging than just flipping through videos. Having people engaged and interested in your product (your videos) is very important, and if you cut off the commentary from the comments, then it becomes that much more one sided. Conversation is interesting, but showcasing it well is very difficult. If you have people discussing and talking inside of the comments, that's good. You know for sure people are interested enough to continue the conversation. And as a result, you can riff off of them and they can in turn inspire new videos off of you. It's HARD to create a community and have them feel comfortable enough to keep coming back. Having discussion is not bad, nor does it decrease views. It creates people who are willing to spend more time than average on the website. Engagement is important, but creating a discussion between the audience and the content creator is even more so.
@ihategoogle5418
11 жыл бұрын
Aiironic True, except that long and detailed comments are supposed to be on G+ site, not on KZitem, and supposed to be *personal* not *public*, because normally, discussion should only be on a personal, or at last a small group. On a KZitem level, discussion is extremely frown upon, unless it's very controversial. It shouldn't take more time to read and write a comment than it takes to watch a video unless it's some sort of videos on a personal level like vlogs, make-ups, food recipes, etc. And I believe it doesn't take up over half of KZitem. Forcing this system onto the other half is gonna hurt, not help. Using this integration should only an option, not a requirement.
@yumasiancooking
10 жыл бұрын
i thought the old system with the top two most liked comments and the newest underneath was a sound system, actually its a pretty practical system. WHY THEY MAKE SO BAD NOW
@JustEssayIt
11 жыл бұрын
"NO GOD. AAAARGH." This sums up my feelings about google+.
@MarkTraphagen
11 жыл бұрын
*Vlogbrother Hank Green on the New KZitem Comments* The Vlogbrothers ***** and John Green are two highly creative and intelligent KZitemrs for whom I have the utmost respect. Here brother Hank gives a fair and honest assessment of what he sees as the good, the bad, and the downright confusing about the new KZitem integration with Google+ comments. #youtube #youtubecomments #DFTBA #nerdfighteria
@MarkTraphagen
11 жыл бұрын
BTW, something Hank didn't realize when he found that spam comment: if you hover your mouse to the far right of the comment you'll get a little menu arrow where you can report the comment for spam or abuse.
@RyanMHanley
11 жыл бұрын
***** I cleaned up some spam comments from my KZitem videos yesterday. It's very easy...
@MarkTraphagen
11 жыл бұрын
Ryan Hanley gunslinger. Looks at spam comment, spits, says "I'm yer huckleberry."
@JoeBetsill
11 жыл бұрын
I'm a little disappointed that he attributes his obvious unfamiliarity with Google+ with Google+ being "so confusing".
@MarkTraphagen
11 жыл бұрын
Joe Betsill admittedly the multiple accounts can be confusing. I felt bad for him when he kept clicking to open his personal account while in his Page, and not realizing the new tab opening up each time _was_ his personal account, and that he would then have to find the video share to his page from there to comment on it as himself.
@andrewvanrhoberts
11 жыл бұрын
This whole Google+ thing is like a nightmare come true.
@FlipFlopMopatop
11 жыл бұрын
I hate how we have to have Google+. I don't see how it benefits their business.. no one is actively using their Google+ accounts, they're just getting it to interact on YT comments. I also really hate how we have to share posts in order to have a conversation/reply, it still doesn't mean I'm using my Google+ page, the system is just adding worthless things to essentially a dead profile!
@ChenfengBao
11 жыл бұрын
1. Some people are actively using Google+. Some friends of mine and myself actually like it very much (more than Facebook). We are only frustrated by the fact that not many people are using it. 2. We don't have to share posts in order to have a conversation. You can uncheck the "also share on Google+" box. People will still be able to have a conversation under that comment. The conversation will indeed be added to Google+ internally, but not shared publicly and not even shown on profile page. 3. If you don't want to use Google+, just leave it there, and treat it as a KZitem comment inbox (personally I find G+ much easier to navigate than the old KZitem commenting system). Why so bothered?
@FlipFlopMopatop
11 жыл бұрын
I have lost some important emails through this update removing my old inbox - one of which was regarding a network, you can imagine I'm quite angry about the loss of my inbox and very bothered!! Google+ should've been an option, not something forced upon us. Personally, I have not found anyone in my circle of friends who like the changes.
@campionpesate4647
11 жыл бұрын
"I hate how we have to have Google+. I don't see how it benefits their business" You're merchandise. The more G+ profiles google can rake, the bigger it grows and the more money it will earn. Taking over the comment section and forcing people to use G+ is its way of further capitalizing on youtube for every last drop. G+ equals Twitter as member go but the former is rarely used because of Google's way of force feeding it to people that don't even want it.
@JakeJarvi
11 жыл бұрын
Yeah, dude. I wish 'newest first' was the default too. I always feel better after hearing your take on new KZitem changes. I also want the see all comments page back.
@ProfAwesomeO
11 жыл бұрын
hey Hank, I would like it if somehow we could create all alternative to KZitem, not to make something to crush KZitem or anything evil like that, just an alternative that is more suited to communities and the things nerd fighters like about KZitem. and like I said, have it as another option, so if people really don't like something they have a place to go that is of equal or better quality, I don't know anyone who knows how to set that up though, but I know that there will be nerdfighters who can work together to work it out
@swampgliders
11 жыл бұрын
I'm a web developer and would be very willing to pitch in my talents to make this happen.
@danheidel
11 жыл бұрын
I've been thinking of that for a while now. Google is getting worrisome and while it doesn't make sense to completely abandon their services, it's a good idea to find alternatives. There has been some interesting work done recently on using Bittorent-like P2P connections to make a Facebook/KZitem alternative but nothing that's ready for primetime just yet.
@ProfAwesomeO
11 жыл бұрын
swampgliders cool! I have no idea how I would get more people though ^^;
@danheidel
11 жыл бұрын
swampgliders So, this is a non-trivial problem. First, video hosting eats up huge amounts of bandwidth. Second, KZitem has a huge critical mass and having another system that can get even 1% of the eyeballs that a KZitem video gets is going to be challenging. Third, KZitem has the advertising revenue model which will be essentially impossible to replicate in an open-source environment. The first issue can be worke aroud with P2P protocols like Bittorrent. Look at Bittorrent Sync as a recent example of using P2P networks for distributed data transmission. I know that there are some experimental attempts to merge P2P protocols with social networking which will be interesting to watch. The second problem isn't going to be fixed in the general sense anytime soon. However, as Hank and John point out, pure viewcount isn't the only metric for success. If you make a solid community, they'll find your videos even if they're on a much smaller network. The third problem is probably not fixable. However, not all users care about ad revenue and Subbable presents an alternate model that can be used to fund creators without needing ad revenue. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comparison_of_software_and_protocols_for_distributed_social_networking I would recommend jumping on to one of the existing open source social networking projects as a starting point rather than trying to reinvent the wheel.
@ProfAwesomeO
11 жыл бұрын
ok... now we know the major issues.. I now to find ways around them ^-^;; I like your idea of not trying to reinvent the wheel, but the trouble is finding who's wheel to start with...
@Ash243x
11 жыл бұрын
Thanks Hank for making this video and the one about connecting to Google Plus! This is my first comment using the new system after I successfully set it up ^_^ I was scared of all those confusing options and was basically stuck not knowing how to connect everything while still maintaining my old username and URL until I watched these 2 videos.
@Cornelixx
11 жыл бұрын
I like the new system, but for the moment it's pretty messed up due to the spam and putting G+ posts in the comments. Once those things are fixed, this will be great. And no, they're not forcing anyone to use G+, they're just merging the accounts to keep everything organised. People just hate change in general.
@Cornelixx
11 жыл бұрын
They're just organising accounts. If they would've made it easier for people who haven't done it before, it would be a neat change *****
@Daniel_Berry
11 жыл бұрын
Cornelis Mollberger People only hate change when it genuinely sucks. I don't mind the new system, but I hate that the thumbs up counts of comments before November 7 are gone, and we can't reply to those comments. Don't you find that the least bit irritating? It's a glaring oversight, and I really hope that they fix it.
@Cornelixx
11 жыл бұрын
Yes, the current system is flawed, but it doesn't matter what the change is. Haters will always be around, Daniel Berry
@lifewithgenerationz
11 жыл бұрын
I have two things to say: 1) I think that most (not quite all) of this Google+ is complete crap. I think most people would agree with me. 2) I love watching you in scenarios like this. It makes you very real. It makes you seem like a totally normal guy instead of, like, a celebrity or a god or something. You get frustrated and have trouble just as much as the rest of us. And I think that's a great thing. It's nice to know that your idols are the same as you are. It means that you can achieve greatness too, with a lot of hard work and luck.
@guynewsguy1548
11 жыл бұрын
A WARNING TO ALL THOSE BRAVE OR STUPID ENOUGH TO VISIT THE COMMENT SECTION: Whenever you see somebody post a link, do not click it. However, it is human nature that our curiosity often overwhelms our instincts, so here's some steps to take in case you absolutely must know what the link leads to. 1) Is possable, don't click expand comment. People have been making custom links that look like the expand comment button that link you to a scare page. 2) Turn your speakers/headphones off. Shit's most likely going to get loud, inappropriate, or both. 3) DO NOT just click the link. Right click it and hit "Open Link in New Tab." This will give you a chance to read the page title and see if your still curious. 4) If the tab you opened says "Go To Sleep!" Close it WITHOUT LOOKING AT IT and thank god you didn't have to hire a therapist. 5) If it says anything other than that, be wary. Seriously, brace yourself because it's probably some other scary shit or the grossest most fucked up kind of porn imaginable. Note: If whatever you clicked on turns out to just be spam, thank god because it could be so, SSOOOO much worse. And last but not least, please report people who paste spam, ASCII pictures or vulgar images, and links to other undesiered websites. KZitem does deal with them.
@katarzynaskrzypek3731
11 жыл бұрын
This whole video is simply brilliant. Your frustration explains it all.
@KimTheGoodGirl
11 жыл бұрын
Can we talk about how Google has laid out a red carpet for trolls? The ability to post links in the comments AND taking away the character limit are horrible things!! I love that creators can post links in their own comments but allowing anyone to be able to is asking for trouble. Porn links, virus links, spam links.. all the links! Oh and let's not forget the ASCII images. Horrible idea, Google.
@ryannac
11 жыл бұрын
I like listening Hank Green explaining things, it gives a more detailed view of things than I would have thought of
@luvstruckfairy
10 жыл бұрын
KZitem had change so much, what happen to our old channel where we could have a awesome background. I miss the sidebar, I miss the old channel layout so much. I am enjoying KZitem so much less now.
@dogda730
11 жыл бұрын
Thank you for this video. It helps to get some perspective other then "I hate the new comment system". There are some cool parts, like editing your comments. I will definitely use that. The spam promotion could be a problem, but we have had to deal with that before. (I edited this part in afterwards, so cool!)
@DibbzTheLoner
11 жыл бұрын
Has Google been secretly taken over by Microsoft? Because their decision-making skills seem to be on par with them as of late.
@ValerieRutherford528
11 жыл бұрын
Thank you for explaining all this, Hank. I feel like there's a lot to learn about these changes, and I'm not crazy about it, but there are some good points. I definitely appreciate conversations.
@TonyDiaz.
11 жыл бұрын
So, I have a little amount of followers and that's why my comments are not important?! Well done KZitem, well fucking done!!!
@restlessDSM
11 жыл бұрын
Honestly, all of the recent changes they have made to youtube have dissuaded me from beginning vlogging myself (something I've always wanted to try) because it seems like the videos would never be seen and never find an audience.
@MrXanderCruze
11 жыл бұрын
I hate this new comment system/forced Google+ usage with the passion of a thousand moons.
@Hermy357
11 жыл бұрын
Thanks for the help, Hank! Your perspective was truly enlightening.
@n2zapper
11 жыл бұрын
Hmmm....this does a very good job of keeping me from becoming involved in a community, cuz I'm not currently connected, so no one will ever see my comment, so I will never every be heard.
@Elizabeth-lv3vh
10 жыл бұрын
It's reassuring that even Hank is having a hard time with google +
@tonygilbert5256
11 жыл бұрын
Hank... Hank, Hank, Hank. When you are bored and have free time, listen to this video without watching the video. It is much more interesting.
@second0banana
11 жыл бұрын
Thank you so much for these videos. It's pretty reassuring that someone who spends as much time on KZitem as a professional vlogger is confused as well. You are appreciated!
@damskovc
11 жыл бұрын
So, basically, "KZitem" is no longer "KZitem". It is now "Google+ Videos".
@keyskeyboard
11 жыл бұрын
The thing I really hate about the new comments is the fact that there is no character limit and that links are allowed. All this has done has encouraged trolls to post enormous comments and links to explicit, gross screamers. It's disgusting.
@RareSalmon93
11 жыл бұрын
I was hoping that after this video I would see the benefits of this new comment system... nope, still hate it
@TheDaantje1123
11 жыл бұрын
6:10, I think everybody feels like that about the new system, Hank, I think we'll have to deal with it until youtube fixes another thing that isn't broken
@lindaintheweb
11 жыл бұрын
Thank you for that walkthrough! It's helped me understand this whole thing ten times faster (though I still find this whole G+ situation confusing, and a bit annoying). Thank you Hank
@mickeleh
11 жыл бұрын
The annoyance in your voice is palpable.
@theatremusicbookworm
11 жыл бұрын
This honestly makes me wish that Google hadn't bought KZitem. Once upon a time I thought it was a good thing, but this is the most pointless update in the history of pointless updates.
@IrasVII
11 жыл бұрын
It seems to me, the new system is allowing more spam than less and it creates a class system, where new users and those who are not very active on G+ are deemed not worthy to comment on videos.
@anaraug
11 жыл бұрын
I've already had a few conversations I doubt I'd be able to have in the old system. I'm used to not being able to find my own comments, and having everything get lost on popular channels just a few minutes after posting. The new system might not be perfect but it would be really difficult for anything to be worse than it was before.
@missmelodies52
11 жыл бұрын
I can't decide which I like less, Google or the NSA.
@ThetaAllardyce
10 жыл бұрын
Thanks for talking about something that I'm not happy about in an interesting way that made me smile at some parts
@TheBuddsO
11 жыл бұрын
I hate this new comment system. People like me, who don't use google plus, so don't have a big following, but still like to leave interesting or funny comments (at least I try to), don't ever get seen unless you go to the new comments page. I liked the system before, with having the top comments separate, I don't think it needed to be changed. I find the conversation aspect of the comments annoying to, it makes the comment section more confusing and messy looking. But no one will probably see this unless they go to new comments because I don't have connections with anyone on Google+ (Not trying to get pity here, just showing how weird this system is). I just don't like how they are forcing people to use Google+ to use this website now.
@ZandraTheOtaku
11 жыл бұрын
This was actually pretty helpful thanks Hank! With any luck they'll eventually sort out the bugs with the comments...
@notanimposter
11 жыл бұрын
The notion that famous people matter more in comments is completely idiotic.
@jimmymcpherson2679
11 жыл бұрын
Dear Google, We understand that you are trying to promote Google+, but myself and others agree, that the changes made to the commenting system on KZitem should be reversed back to it's original format prior to November fifth, two thousand and thirteen. Our reasons are simple, some other people may have their own reasons but mine are as follows. To comment for some reason requires cookies. I cannot do this on my system for some reason (and yes I am using Chrome) I am unable to enable cookies and subsequently, I cannot comment on KZitem. Another reason is that I do not want KZitem to become a social media website. It is the worlds biggest video-sharing site already, but it is the world's worst social media website at the moment. Google+ admittedly never has the momentum it needed to be as popular and sucessful as... say Facebook, and it is a very good social media website. Here is something that would make everyone happy: KZitem has the world's biggest audience. You get a bunch of KZitemrs and have them make a commercial on Google+. It will easily become viral if you choose the right people. -Thank You
@erravi
11 жыл бұрын
Apparently there's an HTML-ish thing going on, too. I only know the *bold*, which I discovered on accident after using asterisks. Now, sadly, ya gotta do this: ** **cough** instead of just * *cough* in order to do the good ol' action-whatevers we do here on the internet.
@Alligator68k
11 жыл бұрын
*cool*
@tacos394
10 жыл бұрын
*Wow*
@Kor88Di
11 жыл бұрын
*I would like the old TOP TWO COMMENTS system but with the same recent changes, like the replays, editing.. etc.*
@jfisher1659
11 жыл бұрын
If Hank is confused, I am doomed...
@ParallaxVue
11 жыл бұрын
People love to talk about how the government screws everything up, but the truth is corporations can and do screw up at least as much. The problem in both government and private business is the dreaded busy body. Those are the people who are always coming up with "new ideas" to justify their employment. This comment change is one more example of the "free market" fixing something that wasn't broke. -pv
@DuckiezFilmz
11 жыл бұрын
now only other highly subscribed and related chanells can get their opinions out! the majority of non-content making youtubers are funneld away from commenting.
@ThatCrazyBookWyrm
11 жыл бұрын
I was always really proud if I got a top comment, and it was always kind of an incentive to try to post a really nice idea or thought that I had but now? If it's just going to be lost under a wave of content creators (no offense to you guys you're awesome!) then I don't know what the point of commenting is anymore :/ Google is saying that they're trying to make more meaningful conversations, but I think that they're achieving the opposite of that.
@RandomerThanAverage
11 жыл бұрын
I'm not sure I learned a whole lot of new things, but I did find it gratifying that you are at least as frustrated as I am when it comes to some aspects of google+.
@cookiedoesnothing
11 жыл бұрын
This was a really good video, it's good to get some input on the new things!
@ButzPunk
11 жыл бұрын
I've been finding the new comments system great. It gets rid of the annoying character limit and lets you do a bunch of cool things like post urls, use formatting, edit your comments, use hashtags and tag people. It also makes having a conversation *a lot* easier with a much better reply system. Oh, and if you use the g+ notification extension in chrome, you can continue a conversation or see replies to your comments without even having to go back to the video. And you can do the same thing from the chrome new tab page, your g+, gmail or drive or any other google site you might use. Of all the complaints I've seen, most of them can't seem to articulate why they dislike the new system, but rather seem to just not like change. Of those who do give a reason, the most common is that they needed to set up a g+ account, a one-time process that takes less than a minute.
@thewinterizzy
11 жыл бұрын
JUST WATCHING THIS GIVES ME ANXIETY. omg.
@michaelkrumbein5807
11 жыл бұрын
Your experience mirrored mine. There seems to be a lot of functionality that is buried under poor interface design. I think this has been what has hindered adoption to Google+ in the first place. As for spammers, they are like roaches. They'll adapt to their new environment.
@crittercre8r
11 жыл бұрын
I have a very small internet standing, and not very many viewers or followers. I do not believe I will be seen much at all with this new system... At least for people who keep their settings on "top comments".
@RonWolfHowl
11 жыл бұрын
KZitem has never been very friendly to newer accounts, instead opting to stick with continually promoting the originals, like ***** and *****.
@mrthemuffinman246
11 жыл бұрын
I think that google should make an extremely in depth video series about how all of the new features on KZitem work and how google plus works. Then they should index the whole thing so that if you only want to know about one thing you can just watch that video. Frankly, I'd be a lot less bitter about having to use google plus if I actually knew how it worked.
@allicatstrike11
11 жыл бұрын
I like that you can edit posts on Facebook (finally!) but when you do, it leaves a history so that others can see the changes that were made. I think KZitem/Google should do the same. Also, if I don't share on G+, does that mean no one can respond to my comments? I don't use G+ but I don't want to spam my own feed with my own comments... cuz I watch a lot of KZitem :o
@scifigeek14
11 жыл бұрын
no. I unclick that clicked box with every post and people have been responding to me. I know because I have been getting emails all day
@allicatstrike11
11 жыл бұрын
Oh okay, cuz that's what I had originally heard and I wasn't seeing the reply option to recent comments so I was confused. Just checking!
@scifigeek14
11 жыл бұрын
No problem. also I have noticed that is someone else comments on the same comment you did, even if it isn't a direct reply to you, you seem to get a notification. which is strange. lol
@Hannah_GBS
11 жыл бұрын
allicatstrike You can manually disable replies to comments you make, I think if you click on the Public bit and then on the arrow on the right, unless your comment is a reply to someone else.
@hmich176
11 жыл бұрын
I wish Facebook would get rid of the editing history. Why do people need to see if I corrected a typo or added more to a post?
@oxymoron0o
11 жыл бұрын
One thing I do like is that comments can be longer now. Before I was always trying to pare down my thoughts so they would fit.
@elizabethwalter2475
9 жыл бұрын
whoop whoop, this is what i'm talking about. Yup!
@carlenalatanya5661
9 жыл бұрын
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@Zeyev
11 жыл бұрын
Still not sure how I feel about the changes but I appreciate your attempt to educate us.
@RKH1502
11 жыл бұрын
Shouldn't this be over on vidthoughts?
@dutchie169
11 жыл бұрын
He couldn't switch accounts :p
@yyrael
11 жыл бұрын
My favorite part of this whole video was seeing Hank's frustration with switching accounts.
@Wafflical
11 жыл бұрын
Okay, I made a G+ page, now am I able to comment? It seems like it. Okay, now I'm just going to test things. *does this make things bold?* (yes, when you post it.) Do links work? The New KZitem Comment System What about editing? (it works) Um, do hashtags do anything? #yes You still can't post pictures or anything... what if I do hankschannel ? wow, it's all social-y. can I make a hashtag or a plus that doesn't do anything by using a backslash first? \#backslash \+vlogbrothers (the backslash is still there. I guess you could do _#works and it would still work.) seems like it.
@Wafflical
11 жыл бұрын
This is a reply. It is strange that your comments are always top comments.
@Wafflical
11 жыл бұрын
Wafflical Whoa, why is there automatically a \+me? but not on the original reply?
@Wafflical
11 жыл бұрын
Wafflical this is a reply to it. Will it still exist?
@Wafflical
11 жыл бұрын
Wafflical Yes, you can still see replies to deleted comments.
@Tomato-ek3vg
11 жыл бұрын
Wafflical because you're replying to a comment that is itself a reply. Also, your comment is high in top comments too, not only your page :P
@margaretguillory
11 жыл бұрын
I love how Hank gets so frustrated. Articulating exactly what I am thinking.
@skygonecrazywithstars
11 жыл бұрын
I do not like how personal this is. I don't want people to know who I am or what I post on youtube. Any suggestions?
@christinereardon644
11 жыл бұрын
I'm so glad you made this. I spent the past couple of days wondering what happened. It would have been really nice if Google had told us what was going on. I looked all over the place for information. Not cool Google.
@sighcantthinkofaname
11 жыл бұрын
This is really useful thanks I hate the new system
@ecrmn23483
11 жыл бұрын
Hi Hank! Just wanted to let you know that I just saw the new Sci-Show youtube advertisement (at least I think it's new) and it looked great! Very well done and eye-catching. Glad Sci Show is getting more and more attention =)
@lazydayhohum
11 жыл бұрын
I may be wrong but if I'm not well know"have a following" then my comments just kinda get lost in the wind.
@jean-michelnadeau5447
11 жыл бұрын
It's 22:17 right now.
@RealNataliaT
11 жыл бұрын
They didn't get lost for me... your comment showed up and it's not in chronological order or related or anything. So... perplexing win?
@lazydayhohum
11 жыл бұрын
WIN WIN !!!Thanks so much for your help.
@TheDajamster
11 жыл бұрын
Now that most of the tanks have rolled of to somewhere else, I'm kinda glad that there's no longer a size limits on posts. I used to have to chop & edit my posts to where I really wasn't saying things as clearly as I'd like.
@Jimir
11 жыл бұрын
Personally, I would like to know what the hell happened to my inbox, and the messages in it.
@Jimir
11 жыл бұрын
NVM, if you go to your video manger (at the top), the inbox still exists in there. I do not see any other way to reach it. So truly private conversations, not attached to a video, is still possible.
@MrJerajera
11 жыл бұрын
Google plus ate them all I believe
@Jimir
11 жыл бұрын
MrJerajera Nope, they still exist, just buried. Have to go to video manager to find the inbox.
@unvergebeneid
11 жыл бұрын
Jimir But Google told me that new replies won't land in my inbox anymore. I had some new replies in there after the change but those were comments posted right before the change. Right before those threads died forever. I can't get over the fact how stupid this decision was.
@Jimir
11 жыл бұрын
Penny Lane Yeah, new replies won't land there, but you cans till access you old ones. Also, you can theoretically still privately message a user using the old inbox. They would probably never find it though...
@BloggedLifeNina
11 жыл бұрын
One of the smartest people getting frustrated over the confusing nature of how many pages there are on G+, very very telling.
@lanebiddle6490
11 жыл бұрын
I don't want people on G+ know what I'm saying on KZitem
@cj-seejay-cj-seejay
11 жыл бұрын
I am not even slightly convinced that reducing anonymity will reduce trolls and hatespeech. I mean, the conventional wisdom says that the internet is a harsh place because when people are anonymous, they feel comfortable being assholes. That may be true to a certain extent, but I would argue that it's *other people's* facelessness that invites mean trolling. For example, I have worked on political campaigns. Part of that work involved going door-to-door and asking people to vote for my candidate. By and large, people are pretty polite to you when you're standing in front of them. Even if they completely disagree with you and are annoyed that you're trying to campaign at them, they still smile and say thank you. But another part of the campaign job was making phone calls to voters. Oh man. When people are on the phone with you, and they can't see your face or fully recognize that you are, in fact, a human being... they are MEAN. I was screamed at on the phone so much, it brought me to tears a few times. And the internet is even worse, because not only can you not see people's faces, but you can't hear their voices either. It's so, SO easy to forget that there are real human beings typing behind these usernames. (Even if you use your real name, you're still a faceless entity, and therefore ripe for trolling.) So no, I don't believe google+ is going to help curb trolling much at all. That's not how human empathy works. And besides, there are plenty of assholes who are happy to sign their names to whatever hateful bigoted hatespeech they dream up. This is obviously true of many google+ users already.
@Xsinthis
11 жыл бұрын
I think a lot of the trouble you were having were related to your multiple accounts/channels. Most people don't have that many accounts and wouldn't run into such troubles.
@athergs
11 жыл бұрын
Therein lies the rub. If you don't want to use your real name on KZitem, you suddenly have a normal Google+ Profile, as well as a Google+ Page for your pseudonym. Both of which show up in the account switcher, even if you only intended to have one 'account' on KZitem. AND, every time I clear my browser cookies, I get asked again if I want to use KZitem as my real name or as @hergs. I understand what Google was going for here, but it was very poorly executed.
@Xsinthis
11 жыл бұрын
I don't understand why people are so afraid of their real names, I mean what about facebook?
@lucisue53
11 жыл бұрын
Eric Dekker Many people have professional restrictions about an online presence. Pseudonyms make it possible to connect on social media without using one's real name.
@smurfrise
11 жыл бұрын
Eric Dekker Facebook has always seemed more private. I like to interact with people publicly on KZitem, but don't want to share all of those comments with friends and family directly, nor do I want future professional relationships to be affected by my opinions about videos.
@Xsinthis
11 жыл бұрын
lucisue53 Again, some accountability isn't necessarily a bad thing. Besides, you can still use a fake name sarah sunrise I'm sure there's some privacy settings you can tweak, they're very powerful. Also, a lot of places use Facebook solely for commenting, like *****
@AllThingsKerri
11 жыл бұрын
using this video to get my head around the new youtube commenting system it has helped alot!
@JoeGP
11 жыл бұрын
why do people vote up spam comments ? i get that the spammers might have multiple accounts and they might vote on them a few times, but surely the one in the video doesn't have 46 ? I also like that fact that comments don't seem to have a character limit anymore, i've ran out of space in the old days quite often. And then there is checkbox that says: "Also share on Google+" isn't there one on google+ that you can uncheck ? so that it doesn't show up as a comment on the video ?
@bluespraypaint3914
11 жыл бұрын
Spam comments have this thing called"like bots" , which is,to my understanding, is a bunch of fake account set to like any comment it posts.
@JoeGP
11 жыл бұрын
that might be the case but i think there are quite a few trolls out there that vote them up just for the hell of it
@unvergebeneid
11 жыл бұрын
It might also be that people are genuinely interested in these comments ... on Google+. Something that people would vote up on Google+ and on KZitem might be very different things and it's more than unfortunate that it gets all mixed up. This all seems very political to me, not as if someone had actually put ... what was the word ... ah yeah, *thought* into it.
@JoeGP
11 жыл бұрын
yeah the one on Hanks video wasn't that spammy really
@unvergebeneid
11 жыл бұрын
Joe G.P. yeah, I also found myself voting down those self-promotion comments which are of course perfectly fine on G+ but don't deserve to be top comment on KZitem. Like I said, it's not thought out at all.
@crimsonorbital
11 жыл бұрын
This is me and my experience so far with google plus. I never ever did it before but now I am forced to. When Hank got all mad because it wasn't doing what he wanted, that was what I was doing. I HATE THIS.
@zizkazenit7885
11 жыл бұрын
Shouldn't this be on vidthoughts? Oh right, everyone forgot about that channel.
@DoryenChin
11 жыл бұрын
I like the idea behind the new comments system. I'm interested in seeing the way they resolve some of the issues you've mentioned.
@ljmastertroll
11 жыл бұрын
I give G+ an F-
@whyamiboredrightnow
11 жыл бұрын
I wish big companies would stop trying to make themselves what they want to be and listen to what the uses want. All of these unwanted updates make it harder for uses and make people dislike it. They happy to just be successful as they are, for some reason they have to be more. It is ridiculous.
@HershBhargava1
11 жыл бұрын
did you just publish your personal email address to the world?
@ReginaTorres15
11 жыл бұрын
God you and John are the only people I would listen to 24/7 365 because you're so awesome
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