I’ve wanted to cover some of Justin Bieber’s songs since he came out with his first album and then again with his second. Unfortunately it just never happened. The few times I did attempt to do anything it was horrible. Then, one night I was messing around with a guitar and singing some songs and decided to let the camera roll. This is the result. The Justin Bieber songs have been spliced together.
If you noticed, I did mix up some words in there, but hey at least it’s not the national anthem. 
The first videos I ever shot were of my dogs. I would mess around with some of the first photo cameras that were capable of recording video, the first of which was my dad’s fancy work camera. One of those dog videos would become my first art final, a video of my dog running around a building site to the music from Chariots of Fire.
Whenever I take my dog, Rex, for a walk he becomes ridiculously excited. However, there’s no place he gets more excited about than the nature reserve near our home. I can let him run free and do whatever he wants, which dogs stuck at the end of leashes everywhere dream of. Seeing that pure energy and joy always brings a smile to my face, and I wanted to capture it in a video.
Although it’s difficult to put Srizzil into any particular category, because the videos I do are so eclectic, most have had comedic sides. This video is more artistic than anything, capturing energy and fun.
If there had to be a lesson to learn from this, perhaps it’s that we should find joy in even the smallest things in life. Dogs are such positive animals. I leave you with a joke that expresses just that.
Dog Diary vs. Cat Diary
The Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm – Dinner! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…
Dear friends, fans and stalkers
Due to the ridiculous amounts of respect and love I have for you I would like to inform you of a few social changes that will be happening with regards to me, Marc Williams, and Srizzil. No, you don’t need to grab any tissues; this is going to be relatively painless.
Because most of the things I do and say and share with you happen on Srizzil, I believe it is time to fully switch over to making Srizzil 100% ‘Marcified’. If you have any sense at all you will have noticed Srizzil has become a lot more personalized, I’ve even plastered my face on every main page background. To complete the ‘Marcification’ I will be removing my twitter connection to my personal Facebook profile and linking it up to the Srizzil fan page.
What does this mean for me?
Well if you don’t like me, nothing. But then why are you reading this? (If you’re my friend on Facebook and feel this way, please remove me you freaky stalker.)
For friends
However if you’re my friend and you do like to hear what I have to say, watch my latest videos, read my blog posts, check out my photography, and listen to my music, then I suggest you ensure you can see all posts from Srizzil. (Basically if for some ridiculous reason you have hidden Srizzil updates – unhide them!)
For fans
It also means that if you’ve liked Srizzil without a second thought, you will suddenly be receiving a lot more from Srizzil in your Facebook feed than before. In which case you can take this opportunity to fall in love with me in a completely friendly non freaky stalker kind of way OR click the evil unlike button and disappear into oblivion. If you choose to do something so utterly horrifying, I can’t be responsible for the horrible repercussions that will come upon you, but I wish you the best of luck.
Why are you doing this?
I’m doing this simply because Srizzil represents me. I want to connect with those that like what I do and would like to see what my future holds. I would like to share the thoughts that my amazing twitter followers hear with those that only have Facebook. If I just accepted every friend request I would be limited to a meager 5000 people. But my goals are set much higher than that.
What essentially sparked this thinking is the fact that many people are fans of Srizzil but have no idea what it is. That’s sick and wrong. So we’re going to spend some time getting to know each other a little better.
If you’ve read this far I commend you for being a true friend, fan or stalker and I love you more than chasing flocks of birds through the park. Now that’s love.
Have twitter and want to follow me? twitter.com/Srizzil
Become my friend on facebook by going to the fan page. facebook.com/Srizzil
Cooking with the cook was a video I put together almost an entire year ago. I had the idea of ripping off cooking shows, rushed to the shops and spent a grand R50 (Approximately $6) on random ingredients. I then set out making the messiest and most disgusting looking meal ever.
The smell boiling out of the pot was the most vomit worthy thing I have ever smelt. Besides gagging, I now had to taste the food. I decided to do a spit take, which was relatively easy given the concoction was so vile. Afterwards I set about cleaning the mess which took almost as long as filming the whole video.
After editing the video, which took ages I began to dislike it immensely and shelved the idea. Just a few days ago I found the video whilst rummaging through computer files and watched it. It needed some work but the concept was still pretty funny in my mind. Again I set about editing it and adding some music. Finally it was ready.
I’ve got that horrifying back to school feeling starting to tremble from the pit of my stomach with less than two days until vacation work begins. Not a moment after I shall be hurtling myself into the world of honours and this time I’ll be going it alone. Good riddance to the lacklustre Varsity College, hello independence. As usual I’m in two minds over the work experience. It’s really luck of the draw on what type of people you’ll be with and the company they’ll be working with so I’m holding thumbs and praying hard for a good two weeks.
This December holiday got off to a bang with interviews, camping and comedy and spun into reading excessively and rediscovering my PlayStation. For the few days of sunshine I managed to snag some beach time and ride to the top of good old Moses (The ever looming Moses Mabida Stadium). I watched more movies then I can remember and even managed to rediscover my tennis racket and play a game that my friend and I both forfeited at seven a piece.
These holidays have been simple, but pleasant. Society is constantly telling us that we’re missing something, that somebody somewhere is having more fun then us, and doing something better than us. Living with this ideology nagging at you ruins the beauty of life. If anything, this working/studying year should be about finding happiness in what you have instead of constantly searching for it.
