Really?

So...MTV just emailed me becuase of this blog. No shit.
They said (and i quote):

"MTV has recognized that you and your readers are serious about dancing"

how kind.

they want us to enter this dance-off competition thing they're doing to promote that new "dance flick" parody movie they're releasing soon.

Nooooooooooooo MTV, you've got it all wrong.
We're not your bitches, thanks.

Fun though to get an email from you!
Let's talk contracts sometime soon. When you want to get back to the level of cultural literacy and artistic excitement that you started with, give me a call. I'll reinvent your dance programing, make some dancefilms for you to play as music videos, ads, operas, or a mini-series.

Seriously, stop treating artists like reality-show contestants, and we'll talk.

This isn't a dance...but what if it was?

After banging out three apps in two days, my mental state is officially "eh" (a technical term).
I realized today that i've started looking at things as if they were dances. Not in that judson - "everything is a dance" way, although i'm not sure how to explain how it's different. In lieu of explanation, take this for your viewing pleasure:


























Now if Mr Rosdale is our Twyla Tharp, then there's got to be a Martha somewhere, right?

Oh wait.

I found her:

Aren't you all glad i'm so funny?

No seriously, this is what's going on in my head right now. That's what happens when these apps take a hold of you. I'm going to bed.