Yours portly uploads a bunch of content to YouTube. Most of those videos only get a handful of views.
A couple of weeks ago, I looked at “sleeper hits,” the videos that did better than I thought they would (which, to be honest, is every video). Today, I’m looking at videos that did as poorly as expected. In doing so, I’m hoping you, dear reader, can help give these little compositions the love they deserve.
Yours portly is slightly strapped for time after a raucous Labor Day weekend, so I’m assigning my readers some homework.
I’ve been kicking around the idea of a post comparing Donald Trump and Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., to the Gracchi Brothers of the Roman Republic. The Gracchi were members of the elite who realized that the common people were struggling mightily under the republic’s economic system, which blatantly favored wealthy Roman Senators and other patricians at the expense of the people. The Gracchi proposed land reforms and modest redistribution, which would have eased tensions between patricians and plebeians, giving the plebeians a chance at living modest, fulfilling lives.
Yours portly uploads a bunch of content to YouTube. Most of those videos only get a handful of views (other than the shorts of Murphy, which usually garner a few hundred views).
Sometimes, though, for inexplicable reasons, one of my musical compositions—which usually clock views in the single digits, or maybe in the 20s-30s—will take off and get a (relatively) large amount of engagement. That still might only translate to a 100 views or so, but it’s always fun when it happens.
So this week, I’m looking at some “sleeper hits” in this installment of YouTube Roundup.
Murphy is back in the spotlight with this week’s edition of Phone it in Friday/YouTube Roundup. I haven’t been churning out low-quality content as much lately (unless you include my rambling scribblings on this blog), so I’ve just got a couple of Murphtastic vids to share.
On deck: Murphy meets classic rock, and drifts between planes of consciousness:
My eleven-year old bull terrier, Murphy, continues to be a source of inspiration for yours portly. It’s remarkable how just watching her sleep draws in viewers like moths to a wardrobe. Only women and dogs can elicit so much sympathy and love for doing so little, and Murphy is both.
This week I’ve got an adorable video of Murphy snoring her brains out, and another video in which she establishes her “urinatical” control over a far-flung patch of gas station dirt.
Imagine the 1993 film Cool Runnings, about the first Jamaican bobsled team, but instead of feisty Jamaican underdogs, it’s a family of Bigfoots. That is not what is happening in this edition of Myersvision.
But my title is not totally misleading! There is some sledding. And there are—possibly—some Bigfoots (Bigfeet?).
I don’t have much more by way of introduction today, so I’m going to turn it over to our resident cryptozoologist, Audre Myers:
It seems that Murphtent (Murphy content) on my humble YouTube channel is no longer putting up the big numbers like it once did, and subscribers have settled in around 143 (at the time of writing—Wednesday, 15 May 2024). It’s also difficult to come up with new ideas for videos about a dog who basically eats, sleeps, eats grass, sleeps in a different position, eats poop, sleeps some more in some other weird spot, and complains about not getting enough to eat. Still, she’s a cutie pie, and I love her chunkiness to death—-even if she doesn’t make me Internet rich.
That said, Murphy continues to be a source of adorable haughtiness in a world full of bad news and bad ideas. This week, I’ve got Murphy sleeping in an odd position; Murphy trying to play it cool; and Murphy sleeping in a cute way.
My humble YouTube channel is doing well thanks to Murphy‘s popularity. She is a real ham—and about as big as one, too!
Here we have Murphy at dusk; ruling the roost; and getting agitated:
Yours portly has been giving Ponty a bit of ribbing about writing his rebuttal to my Caldecott Award-winning review of Donnie Darko (1999). Please know, dear readers (and dear Ponty) that it’s all a spot of fun; I know Ponty is a busy man.
Indeed, he’s been busy replaying 2020’s Ghost of Tsushima, a samurai action-adventure epic. Just reading through his review, I was blown away by two things: how realistic the trees in the game look (you’ll see what I mean below) and the love and dedication with which Ponty approaches his reviews. Game journalism might be rigged in the mainstream publications, but not here at The Portly Politico. With Ponty’s in-depth analysis, you’re getting the best video game reviewing and analysis of our time.
That might sound like hyperbole, but TPP is blessed to host some great writers. Ponty’s video game and film reviews always deliver. In this case, I’m eager to pick up and try Ghost of Tsushima myself… but I don’t have a PS4 or PS5! Here’s hoping for a port to the Nintendo Switch or the PC.
In the meantime, I can live vicariously through Ponty’s thirteenth-century samurai escapades—and so can you!
With that, here is Ponty’s review of 2020’s Ghost of Tsushima:
How many Roman numerals can one man slam into one blog post title? Three (III), apparently.
But you’re not here for the Roman numerals (or are you?)—you’re here for low-quality, mass-produced, trashy content. This week, I’ve got the goods—the stinky, fetid, nasty goods.
Actually, it’s all quite family-friendly. This week, I’m featuring some recent YouTube Shorts of my chubby, sassy bull terrier, Murphy.
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