Well, that’s a good question that I just asked myself. What will become of the blog? There are obviously the remaining 80 hours to close the deal with the Peruvian Flute Music station, but I think that all the Slipknot success warrants some attention. It’s likely that the people I’m targeting don’t want to give us any attention…

1) Slipknot

1.2) Roadrunner Records

2) Inti-Illimani

2.2) Warner Music Group

3) Justin Bieber

3.2) Scooter Braun

4) ANYONE affiliated with any of these artists

Facebook, Twitter, Email, Letters, Phonecalls, Forums – No media outlet will be excused from the 12DGoJB Media Wing (me)

ONWARD!

The crew experienced routine technical difficulties during the setup. Projector won’t project. Necessary chords aren’t present. Prize wheel has no prizes. However, it all came together just in time for people to start flooding in at 8pm to the Circa 33 private room. I left with maybe 15 people there, and when I returned, the place was over the 50 person capacity. It remained that way throughout the night, which forced the bartenders to stop serving and kick people out to the main bar.

At the height of capacity we rolled out the massive 8 foot screen and cued up the mic. It was time to unveil the 12DGoJB puppet show by the Monica, Jennifer, and crew.

Monica coined the term “Bie-beer” in her blog post about the show. I’m jealous I didn’t think of it first. The puppet show was hilarious and had everyone laughing throughout. I was very impressed with the birthing scene where the Peruvian Flute Player was shaking her leg like a piston in sync with Slipknot’s rage fist pumping. I could not have been more impressed with what they produced.

Next, we had a special unveil of Raghav’s long-awaited dance recital video. I’m happy to finally stop receiving flack for not getting this done.

Yes Man Project: Bust a Move from Alexander Broderick-Forster on Vimeo.

Lastly, the question of whether or not I completed the Slipknot end of the project was addressed with this video.

12 Degrees of Justin Bieber: Did I make it? from Alexander Broderick-Forster on Vimeo.

The party resumed and the photo-booth got a lot of action. The prize wheel was spinning for the rest of the night and everyone watched as the Justin Bieber wig went from guy to girl to guy to girl all around the party. I’m sorry but I’m not sorry that I made WIG the biggest slice of the pie on the prize wheel. The Justin Bieber full-size cutout was passed around the party as well, joining people in photos and in the photobooth. He got more action than anyone else last night.

Next up we cleared the floor for Danny and Dustin to perform their joint rap. We don’t have video up yet, but I saw some cameras aimed at them for the whole amazing performance and I intend on tracking it down. Maybe that video will get produced with the same urgency as Raghav’s dance recital.

Thankyou everyone for coming out and for your support. Thankyou Monica, Jen, Bridget, Levi, Lee, Michelle, John, and Jeff for making the best puppet show I’ve ever seen. Thankyou KD and Gretchen for doing one hell of a job stocking this party with ideas, planning so much, and for being overall party ambassadors. You kicked ass. Thankyou Danny and Dustin for putting together the tightest rap and beat I’ve heard in a long time. “This just in, my _____ in Justin.” Thankyou Kasey and Steve for making that crazy playlist that was broken up by mood to orchestrate the night. Thankyou Clinton for all the expensive sound equipment that replaced Steve’s computer speakers as primary audio blasters. Thankyou Alanna for the use of your projector. Thankyou Bologna Sandwich for making such a kickass logo and brand design. You made us legit. Thankyou Wordstock for having us exhibit and supporting my creative endeavors. Last and most of all, thank you Raghav for having the balls and the follow-through to do the Yes Man Project and for being an all-around awesome individual and dependable friend. You’ve really shaped my Portland experience for the better.

12 Degrees of Justin Bieber

Oh wait, I took it. HERE I COME, BIEBER!

I’ve been listening to the station more than normal. The deadline is 9 days to complete the Slipknot station now. I’m starting to feel the pressure. If this doesn’t happen, it might be the biggest let down of my life. How will I ever listen to Justin Bieber again?

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I have 11 days to get to Bieber. If only there was some sign that I was getting closer…

Today I’d like to honor the spirit of the Yes-Man. I stumbled upon a TED talk by Candy Chang, an artist out of New Orleans who does lots of street art involving community participation. Her talk is titled “Before I die I want to…” and claims that the length of our lives is uncertain so we should always live to our fullest.

The classic “live each day like it’s your last” is something that Raghav, co-creator of 12DGoJB, lives by. Within our group of friends, his experience as a Yes-Man serves as an inspiration. I wouldn’t be surprised if each one of us had our own Yes-Man moments as a result.

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Finally we can all take the shrine out of the closet and display it publicly. Unfortunately, some young fans had neither the funds to stock up on Bieber memorabilia nor the parental manipulation skills to extort the doh-ray-mi. These fans have now grown up, and fortunately for them, I had invested in the world of Biebs. Thanks to eBay and years of accumulated Christmas money, this young lady was able to outbid her rabid peers to become to the proud owner of my coveted collection.

Fear not, while my multi-thousand dollar goldmine is now clenched firmly in the hands of this tween, there are alternatives on eBay for those with less of their parents’ money to blow.

Speaking of blow… there are other ways to celebrate the legal status of the True Belieber. A company by the name of Pipedream has created this product set to hit the market on December 26th. I’m not surprised by this one bit.

Rolling Stone and Pipedream aren’t the only ones exploiting the significance of Bieber’s 18th birthday, 12DegreesofJustinBieber took it there at Wordstock to fulfill their Red Chair District (erotica exhibitor section) duties. We were the most bustling booth in all of Wordstock with our 12DGoJB swag giveaway, erotic mad libs, and official 12DGoJB Justin Bieber Fan Fiction Erotica book. We gave away over 100 copies of the saddle-stitched book containing original short stories, poems, mad libs, and even a rap.

Wordstock participants loved it, as did The Oregonian. 12DGoJB appeared online and in the print version.

Post Wordstock, 12DGoJB is preparing to release the Shadow Puppet Show based loosely on the blog in December. There will be a party hooked up over Skype to the simultaneous party happening in Corning, NY where the creators of the puppet show are located. It will be nothing short of unbebiebable.

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Big update: You can now listen to my stations. Share in my joy and in my misery. As far as I know, they are the exact stations I am tirelessly crafting. Whatever you do, just don’t get a Bieber song to play before I do.

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Dragons exist. I’m not kidding. A woman from Rose City Romance Writers, on Saturday at the Wordstock Festival, told me they lived underneath the Hawthorne Bridge, and little did she know she was preaching to the choir. 

This isn’t the dragon I encountered, though. In fact, I’m not even sure I saw a dragon, but I definitely heard it. There I was, waiting for the bartender to pour my beer at the Rose Garden’s concert bar, when I heard a shriek so loud coming from behind me that the head on my beer began overflowing, causing it to dampen the crotch of my pants. I simultaneously peed a little out of fear. I played it off the Rachel, my friend who I went to the show with, as just being spilt beer.

As it continued to spread, she had a confused look on her face, so I nervously added that the special wicking fabric in my new Levis 511 Commuters was working great– the beer would be dry in no time. I think she bought it. Oh, sorry, did I mention the show we went to was Justin Bieber? Yea, that’s right, Justin Bieber. We originally went with no intention of getting tickets, but merely to scope out what the actual fan-base looked like. When we got there, we were swept up in Bieber Fever, along with 10,000 screaming girls.

Multiply that by like a million. Then, imagine all of that crammed into the Rose Garden and every single one of them screaming as loud as they can at the same time. Once high-pitched shrill voice cuts through the air, but thousands of them at once can cause permanent hearing loss. While we didn’t feel comfortable giving the 12 Degrees of Justin Bieber sign to those little girls, we did find a few people who were eager to represent.

While Justin Bieber is credited with making dreams come true, these guys are responsible for shattering the hopes and dreams of young girls by confiscating their signs, some of which were covered in blinking lights and likely took days to create.

This was only a small pile of signs that had been taken away. The more elaborate ones had been torn from the hands of crying children at the entrance to the show after they ran past this checkpoint clutching their love for Bieber in the form of paper, marker, and tinsel. We ditched our sign too, but neither of us were pouting.

We got into the show and began drinking. We drank until the loud screams sounded faded out and the only left to do was revel in the celebration and dance like we were back in middle school to the opening music. Then, the arena grew quiet as the anticipation of Justin Bieber overwhelmed us. After the eerie silence shrouded in darkness, a single light flicked on and something started emerging from the ceiling. Then, before we cold identify it, the impossibly loud, shrill scream echoed throughout the stadium. I covered my ears and winced in pain.

THE FUCKING DRAGON! IT WAS BIEBS ALL ALONG!

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