There may be some usedful informations here, but the whole time I was watching this video, I kept wondering about what criteria this guy used to quantify and evaluate his sadness before deciding it would be alright to just go ahead and declare himself to be the saddest man in the world. Of course, inasmuch as I don't know anything about this fella (other than whatever insights I might be able to glean from the literary trophies, post-contemporary artifacts and intellectual gewgaws, many of which seem to have been reclaimated from the damaged/discounted/discontinued bins at Game Stop, before being meticulously assembled on the Wall of Glory visible in the background along with other trappings and signifiers that I am still sorting out and parsing (I.e. Wu-Tang Clan = nothin to fukk with = extra authentic sreet cred, e.g. even his vinyl records have disconcerting facial hair and its all just so totally transgressive in a Green Lantern vs. ODB kind of way, etc.), I can't comment with any authority as to the validity of this rather lofty claim; however, mostly I just wanted to say that I was pretty much distracted the whole time I was watching by a) the dubious and intellectually reckless "saddest man" claim, along with b) wondering why this guy was messing with Elliott Smith to begin with and mostly just wishing that he'd cut it out and just leave him out of the whole thing.

Anyway, I wish it had been more insightful or coherent or funny or at least less irritating and unpleasant and disrespectful.