Vloggers Quotes

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Cultivate an environment fertile for good habits to flourish
Money Tree Man
A personal budget is a manifestation of your decision to grab your finances by the balls
Money Tree Man
A million years ago - some hairy bastard daubed a horse on the wall of his cave, he saw it, he drew it - well done! Flash forward: 'Hello, welcome to my vlog. Today I bought a plum
Patrick Marber (Don Juan in Soho: After Molière)
Shane Dawson, a leading vlogger, said, “They give Vine stars movies. What ? If you put all their content together, it’s three minutes. Vine makes me kind of sad—I’m nervous that will turn into what content is.
Far from destroying our most well-loved works of fiction, abandoning assumptions of the whiteness of our characters infinitely expands all of the fictional universes, whether it be the wizarding world or the Star Wars galaxy. As vlogger Rosianna Halse Rojas points out,10 reading Harry Potter’s Hermione as black is a whole different ball game. It brings to light the incredibly racialised language of blood purity used in the wizarding world, of mudbloods and purebloods. This is terminology that could have been easily lifted straight from Nazi Germany or apartheid South Africa. Hermione’s parents were muggles after all, and that is how states and scientists have categorised races and fuelled racism – as though some heritages are contagious and are spread through lineage and blood. A black or mixed-race Hermione enduring spat-out slurs of ‘mudblood’ from her peers, plucked from her parents, told she’s special and part of a different race altogether, might be very keen to assimilate, to be accepted. No wonder she tried so hard. No wonder she did her friends’ homework, and was first to raise her hand in class. She was the model minority. A black or mixed-race Hermione agitating to free house elves, after six or seven years of enduring racial slurs, might not have the courage to challenge her peers, and instead might have hung on to something she felt she really could change.
Reni Eddo-Lodge (Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race)
Media-type blogs The type of media they use to express their thoughts online defines these blogs. For instance, a blog that consists of content in the form of photographs is called as a photoblog. A vlogger is a blogger who uses videos to share his/her thoughts. An artblog consists of sketches and other artwork by the blog owner. Blogs that express content in the form of comics are called comic blogs.
Jason Wolf (Blogging: Blogging Blackbook: Everything You Need To Know About Blogging From Beginner To Expert (Blogging For Beginners, Blogging Empire))
A survey conducted in 2017 revealed that when six- to seventeen-year-olds were asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, 34 percent answered “YouTuber” and another 18 percent answered “vlogger.” Long gone are the days of aspirations of firefighting or doctoring
Ramani S. Durvasula ("Don't You Know Who I Am?": How to Stay Sane in an Era of Narcissism, Entitlement, and Incivility)
it’s my amazing boyfriend Gale. Ta-dah! [I got a guy from Emma’s theatre group who could play ‘Gale’ at short notice. He’s actually called Callum
T. Collins (The Vlogger Diaries: Confessions of an Internet Sensation)
Hello diary Bart here. I bought this diary at a village auction. The price was 8 emeralds and I bought it. I am just a lonely wandering trader travelling the overworld by myself. I am always running away from mobs, but I want to attack them and kill them. Anyways I am in this small mountain biome village and I found an inn. It was only bright morning, so I decided to find a blacksmith to trade an iron sword for. I was walking around the village and I finally found a blacksmith setting up a stall in case a player came by so he could sell his goods.
Human Vlogger (Diary of Bart the Wandering Trader Book 1 The Order of the Void)
And then someone asks if Callum is as skilled in the bedroom as he is in the kitchen. That's when my blood turns to magma. I slam my hand on top of the metal countertop. "Listen the hell up!" My shout silences every last one of the vloggers. The high schooler looks on with a shocked expression and mutters, "Yes, ma'am." "My personal life isn't up for discussion. I'm also not interested in name-dropping any of you in a commercial when you've been harassing me and my customers every day since the festival. I'm here to cook and serve food, and you goddamn piranhas are crowding around my truck, making it impossible for my mother and me to serve our customers. Either get the hell out of the way so my customers can order, or else." There's silence, followed by soft mutters. A scrawny, white guy in the back of the crowd tucks his phone into his pocket and crosses his arms, stubborn written across his frown. "Or else what?" Leaning my head back, I puff out all the hot air pent up in my body. He's the pissant who asked about Callum's bedroom performance. I swipe a bottle of lemon-lime soda from the counter and give it a dozen of the most violent shakes I can manage. I stomp out of the truck and up to the offending vlogger. Even when I'm standing two inches from him, he has the audacity to smirk. But when I twist off the cap, a stream of soda smashes him square in the face. My frustration dissipates with each violent burst of carbonated liquid.
Sarah Smith (Simmer Down)