So I bought a camcorder a few years ago, I think it was about 2011 or so. About five years later, the thing is still working and groovy. I like to make short films and stuff that's weird with it and my video editing software. When watching Nickelodeon as a kid (about 1995 or so), I remember this popsickle stick thing that they glued eyes, a nose and mouth on to make a host for their block of afternoon shows. I thought it was pretty cheap of them to do that, even as a kid. His name was Stick Stickly. I remember it because one afternoon, I had taped an episode of it. I don't remember doing the taping, but there it is. It inspired me to make my own little adventures of my own popsickle stick, years later (Nickelodeon brought back Stick Stickly at some point around 2012 on their TeenNick channel night of '90s shows, but he died again.) My popsickle stick figure's name is Mr. Stick. And yes, I do tape myself having fun with him. It's the only fun I do besides the video games and the TV watching I do. I like to create. I want my mind to be active, coming up with ideas. This is why I hate sleep: I have trouble turning my mind off. You'd think I enjoy it since half my life is spent sleeping. Right now I'm in the middle of taping a second episode of Mr. Stick. I have paused it because I need a second stick with googly eyes but I'm all out of them so we have to go to the arts and crafts store or that section of Wal-Mart or something to get more. I have plenty of popsickle sticks from the art store, if I ever need a new Mr. Stick, he will be fatter since those are bigger. But Mr. Stick has survived about half a year so far. It's interesting how Play-Doh can stick on wood for eons. And it's also interesting how anthropomorphic tongue depressors can be. So call me weird, but at least I have fun. And since I'm living forever, I have to always have fun. Or else I get depressed and wonder why I will never die.