Martin Sargent

A Tribute to My Mom, Gloria Sargent

Martin Sargent — Mon, 10 May 2010 03:01:27 +0000

Gloria was born in Rochester, NY on Christmas Day in 1935. Her date of birth was the reason her parents, William A. Williams (Bill) and Catherine (Rena) Williams (born McKellar), named her Gloria Carol. Both Bill and Rena were Scottish, he born in Port Glasgow and she born of a Scottish shipbuilder also from Port Glasgow, in Superior, Wisconsin.

Gloria was an only child and loved her parents immensely. They were wonderful people and taught her extremely well, for she became an amazing, compassionate, loving, fun loving, wide-eyed friend to all, just like they were. And from them she also inherited her remarkable sense of humor and absolute love of life. She simply radiated goodness and happiness and warmed everyone who came near.

As a single woman, Gloria traveled the world, even wanting to become a flight attendant if it hadn’t meant spending too much time away from her parents, family and friends, and spent a good deal of time with friends in Europe, as well as some time in the Caribbean and Mexico. Many of these trips were taken with her parents through Kodak tours. Through her travels she became lifelong friends with several Europeans, especially a few Swiss, and grew very close to her Scottish relatives.

In 1973 she married Harold Sargent, who everyone has always called Jack. They met on a blind date of sorts at Jack’s cousin Christine’s house, who was always throwing boisterous parties for big groups of family and friends. Christine had met Gloria when she was a patient at the Ear, Nose and Throat doctor where Gloria was a medical assistant, and invited her to her New Year’s Eve party where she would fix Gloria up with Jack.

Despite being in their mid to late 30s, neither Gloria nor Jack had been married, and in fact had both been living in their parents’ houses since they were born. No wonder people were trying to fix them up. They hit it off at the party and Jack asked her out on a date. She agreed, and soon after they had their first night out. Jack, a motorcycle hobbyist but not a hardcore biker, thought it would be a smooth idea to take Gloria to go see ‘Easy Rider’, knowing only that it had something to do with motorcycle riding and figuring that girls think motorcycles are cool. He had no idea it was essentially a drug movie. Neither Jack nor Gloria seemed to care and continued to date. In fact, it wasn’t long before Jack bought Gloria a motorcycle helmet so she could ride on the back of his steel steed. And all of a sudden, Gloria’s parents’ remarkable sense of humor briefly disappeared as they watched their precious, only child ride up to their house one day on the back of some biker dude’s potentially deadly motorcycle.

After a year long romance and a short engagement (Jack wanted it to be even shorter—perhaps he had finally had enough of living with his parents), they were married on May 20, 1973 and moved in together in a suburban house on Fiesta Road in the Rochester, New York suburb of Greece, where they would live for the next 30 some years before moving to Casa Grande, Arizona to be closer to their children, Matt and Marty (Matt was living in Phoenix and Marty was in Santa Monica).

And children and family was really what Gloria was all about. As much as she loved the familiarity, network of lifelong friends and lush greenery in Rochester, having the family closer together was the most important thing for her, as it was for Jack. She traded her beloved lawns, woods, rabbits and deer for her despised sand, heat, scorpions and snakes all for family.

When Matt was born in 1974, she stopped working at the doctor’s office and became a fulltime housewife and mother. This was her true vocation, and she excelled at it better than anyone who has ever lived because she loved the job more than anyone who has ever lived. She turned housewifery and motherhood into a true art form. Their second child, Marty, was born in 1975—just 11 months after his brother.

Gloria loved nothing more than caring for her family, whether it be preparing amazing meals several times daily, taking the children to all sorts of wonderful places, sewing ornate Halloween costumes, crafting holiday decorations, buying everyone way too many gifts for any and all occasions, or just being always there to show her love for them in infinite ways. Whereas some moms breathe a sigh of relief when the children get on the bus every fall to start school again, Gloria sobbed.

With her family, she adored spending a couple of weeks every summer at a rented cottage on Cape Cod or one in The Thousand Islands region on the St. Lawrence River. She also loved camping (where she would prepare insanely gourmet meals out in the woods), fishing (which she was terrible at), attending Matt and Marty’s innumerable sports events, school plays (don’t forget picking them up from practice), horrendous band and choral concerts, cub scout meetings and on and on and on. Really, she loved doing anything as long as it was with or in the service of the three men she loved the most (which is saying a lot because she loved everyone, and everyone loved her).

Speaking about Gloria’s devotion to her family, cooking and house beautification, a bereaved Jack opined after his wife’s passing: “She liked to cook. She has a four drawer file filled with recipes, and a bookcase full of cook books. She loved fresh flowers. She said that if she could afford it, she would have fresh flowers every day. When it came time for interior painting or wallpapering, she would help me. This started some arguments but they only lasted about one minute.”

Here’s a representative example of the remarkable devotion Gloria (and Jack) showed towards their kids. Both Matt and Marty were on the swimming team, which on the east coast is a sport that takes place in the winter season. And winters in Rochester are as miserably cold, wet, and painfully windy as the summers in Casa Grande are hot and dry. And while Matt and Marty were on the swim team, one of the two of them always held a paper route on the next street. So rather than have them give up the paper route, which neither Matt nor Marty really wanted to sacrifice despite the near slave wages, Gloria and Jack delivered the papers every single day through the harshest of winter, pulling a sled with a basket on it stuffed with 50 pounds of newsprint. And of course, they still gave Matt and Marty the money they, the parents, were earning. Who does that? Only the best (some might argue most foolish) parents in the universe.

Gloria, as the nicest, most fun person around, of course had an incredible number of friends. Everyone adored her and she never had a single enemy throughout her life. To the day she passed away she was still close with pretty much everyone she had ever come in contact with, all the way back to high school friends—pretty remarkable for a nearly 80-year old woman. The phone rarely stopped ringing from people who wanted their day to be brightened by Gloria.

And her friends weren’t just limited to humans. Animal lovers, Gloria and Jack always had pets in the house, and their beloved border collie Fergie as well as the mischievous kitten sisters Sarah and Sadie now survive her. All three have brought such tremendous joy to Jack and Gloria’s lives, as they continue to do for Jack.

Gloria was a person who, even during the very difficult struggles of the last few years of her life, absolutely relished living. Even at the lowest points of her significant illness, she never really expressed how truly awful she felt, seemingly to not bring anyone else down. Throughout her life, as long as it didn’t have anything to do with snakes, she wanted to do and try everything. Even when her health prevented her from being able to all that she wanted, she still found opportunities to try it all, even in what struck others as ridiculous ways. For example, if she were at a salad bar and there were 80 items on it, she would put all 80 on her plate, just to make sure she got to taste it all.

There will never be another person like Gloria because she grew up in a different era. An era when people saw the good things in life and were not spoiled and hardened by the powerful influences of the 21^st century. Gloria never became consumed with celebrity pop culture, she chose to avoid email and never felt compelled to check her Blackberry at the dinner table (not that she even knew what a Blackberry was, and she would only check the blackberry crumble bubbling in the oven during dinner). Money and status meant nothing to her, and she loved life more with middle class means than someone 100 times wealthier than she. She trusted people inherently, and voted for her politicians based on how neatly they dressed or whether they seemed to have a good family – because that was what was important to her. She saw only the good in everything, had no hate in her heart, and would always make the best out of even the worst situations. An eternal optimist, something happened in each day of her life that was always “the best ever”.

Gloria is, and will always be, horribly missed. Her being here made the world more beautiful for everyone who had the good fortune of meeting her. And she absolutely made and continues to make, in her memory, the lives of her family so much better, so wonderful, so blessed. None of us would be anywhere near the people we have become without her. She will continue to be with us in our every accomplishment, our every good deed, our every happy thought, our every smile.

Mom, we love you so much. You did everything right. Bravo.

-Marty (with contributions from my brother Matt and father Jack)

P.S. My mom died of multiple myeloma, an unforgiving cancer of the plasma cells in her bone marrow. Donations may be made in the name of Gloria Sargent to The Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation: http://www.themmrf.org/

Thank You.

CIII. A Day Without Cats?

Martin Sargent — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 00:44:19 +0000

Here in the dog days of summer, Urlesque, a page owned by AOL that covers Internet trends, viral videos, memes and sundry other web ephemera, has let their true feelings about cats out of the bag. On 9.9.09, Urlesque is sponsoring an online movement called ‘A Day Without Cats on the Internet.’ Taking a cue from Asylum, another, though more male-oriented, web trends site that recently announced ‘A Day Without Megan Fox’ to protest the sultry actress’s overexposure online, ‘A Day Without Cats on the Internet’ aims to revolt against “the over-population of cats on the interwebs” seen in all those “funny cat photos and videos that infest your IM conversations, Facebook walls and e-mail forwards from mom.” Many other sites have agreed to heed the ban, including Best Week Ever, Dumb As A Blog, Lemondrop, PawNation, PetSugar, Popbytes, PopEater, The Presurfer, Rocketboom, Snuzzy, Tosh.0 Blog, ZooBorns, and Zoomdoggle.

But of all the things that repetitively annoy us online, are cats really the best target of our ire? Are cats even the least bit offensive? Sure, they’re overexposed, having been a mainstay of the online landscape since approximately 80% of Geocities and Angelfire users built pages about how their cat was the cutest, smartest feline in the world, but try snuggling with most of the other stuff that repeatedly wells up online. Cozy up with some of this other foul shit and you’re likely to vomit, catch an STD or be killed outright.

Therefore, I propose some alternative, more right-minded online blacklists.

Rather than ‘A Day Without Cats,’ how about ‘A Day Without Childhood Obesity?’ These fat, greedy little fucks are all over the web. You could give your computer Type 2 Diabetes loading one of their pages.

What would you rather see, an obese child or an obese cat? I’ll take the cat.

Or how about ‘A Day Without Animals With Erections?’ Or even a semi-hemi.

As part of my research I looked, and the closest thing I found to a cat with a chubby is this chubby cat:

Or how about ‘A Day Without Body Modifications?’

You never see a cat with body modifications. Only nitwits who try to modify their bodies into cats.

And more than a daylong ban, let’s strive to strike permanently from the Internet usage of the terms interweb, kewl, teh, ne1,‘nuff said, methinks, anything that adds the suffix ‘sauce,’ and describing something using a superlative adjective followed by a period followed by a noun followed by another period and ending with the word ‘ever.’ And bacon. There’s too much bacon lust online. Bacon is delicious, but bacon AK-47s are such a moronic waste of pork that even Justices Scalia and Thomas would vote to ban them under the Second Amendment.

You want to ban weirdos giving cat massages, fine.I support you 100%.

But anything further just inspires blackly evil violence towards cats from assholes like this. ‘Nuff said.

What would you like to see banned from the Internet? Share your thoughts in the message board below.

CII. A Really Goode Job

Martin Sargent — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 23:40:16 +0000

(At post time, my video application had just over 2000 votes—hundreds more than the next most popular video. And my video has been up for less than 24 hours! That’s social media in action, and you are the ones who made it happen. Thanks so much for your support.)

A job like this comes about maybe once in a lifetime—and that’s if you’re really lucky. A job like this doesn’t even seem real. In fact, the only way a job like this could be real is if it were cooked up by a bunch of crazy vintners, half cocked on the delicious blood of their well-tended valley, laughing their asses off about what a hoot it would be to create a job called ‘Wine Country Lifestyle Correspondent’ (as well as, in all seriousness, a brilliant stroke of social media age marketing and branding). I’m just glad that they remembered and still thought it was a good idea in the morning, because this job is very real! And with your help, I’m going to get it.

Murphy-Goode Winery in the beautiful Geyserville, Sonoma County, is offering something they rightly call ‘A Very Goode Job.’ Here’s the job overview for the ‘Wine Country Lifestyle Correspondent,’ which reads like something straight out of my most blissful dreams (and heartfelt passions, skill set and bar tab):

“We at the Murphy-Goode Winery got to thinking about the new age of communications and we figured it was a pretty good thing. So to get going, we’re looking for someone (maybe you) who really knows how to use Web 2.0 and Facebook and blogs and social media and YouTube and all sorts of good stuff like that — to tell the world about our wines and the place where we live: the Sonoma County Wine Country.

In exchange, we’re offering you a “Really Goode Job” — a six-month job paying $10,000 a month plus accommodations!

We want to hire a social media whiz (your title will be “Murphy-Goode Wine Country Lifestyle Correspondent”) who will report on the cool lifestyle of Sonoma County Wine Country and, of course, tell people what you’re learning about winemaking.

Did we mention that the compensation was $10,000 per month plus accommodations in a beautiful home in picturesque Healdsburg, a popular vacation destination in our neck of the woods. Working hours are flexible. And all you have to do is experience wine and good living, and then tell people about it. (Do you play Poker, or Liar’s Dice? Don’t worry; we’ll teach you.)”

Unbelievable, right? I mean, wine, with a few good bourbon whiskeys here and there, is pretty much all I drink. And social media? As I’ve been telling you for years, and you’ve come to realize, I AM INTERNET. And the the region of Sonoma County where Murphy-Goode is is absolutely one of the most beautiful places on earth.

At the risk of saying too much about it and inspiring all of you to also apply, increasing my competition, have a taste of some of the other job duties (read the whole list here):

-Testing potential picnic sites: Sonoma County is full of scenic spots, and visitors will need guidance on how to choose the best place for a picnic. Scout undiscovered sites and test-picnic established locations.

-Playing Liar’s Dice in the Barrel Room: (We named one of our great Zins “Liar’s Dice.”)

-Tasting hundreds of wines and meeting the locals in our tasting room.

-Increasing your wine wisdom: while studying isn’t required, our winemaking and vineyard experts will take the time to show you how it’s all done.

-Working with our winemaker, David Ready, Jr., to create a new wine commemorating your job with us.

-Filing reports on your experiences, via weekly blogs, photo diaries, Twitter, Facebook, video updates and ongoing media interviews.

-Tracking the local owl and raptor populations: There are hundreds of raptors patrolling the vineyards, keeping the grapes safe from harmful pests. Monitoring owl and hawk populations — particularly those that inhabit the new series of nesting boxes — is helpful to our sustainable farming practices.

Wine? Wine making? Gorgeous landscapes? Videos? Dice? Social media? Raptors? Fun, fascinating people? Where do I apply? Oh wait, I already did. And here’s my video. Just promise me that if you view it below, you’ll also go here and cast your vote for me (if you like it). Thanks so much, and hopefully you’ll soon be reading, hearing and viewing my reports as Murphy-Goode’s ‘Wine Country Lifestyle Correspondent!’

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Well, that all ended badly. More for Murphy-Goode than me. Thank you all for your support. For an explanation of how it all went down, please see the feature in The San Francisco Chronicle.

CI. Where in the World are Sarah and Martin?

Martin Sargent — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 02:32:52 +0000

From the wild African bush to the asteroid-blasted surface of Mars to the ratings-starved studio of Anderson Cooper 360, the fertile minds and deft digital skills of my readership and our viewership placed little Sarah and me in all sorts of wonderful places, populations and predicaments. And with a snappy, 24-hour turnaround! Thank you all for joining in on this ragbag of layering. It tickled me. And now, in no particular order and without further comment, here are your inspired creations:

-Andy Haverkamp

-Dave Friedel

-Adam Ott

-Adam Ott (2nd submission)

- Andrew Taraschke

-William Howard

-Wayne Bolin

-Wayne Bolin (2nd submission)

-Tony Vaiana

-Bill Ellis

-Aaron Nights

-Michael Mann

-Anton T.

-Anton T (2nd submission)

-Some Douche

C. My Canvas, Your Brushes

Martin Sargent — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 21:32:11 +0000

Attention, troopers! It’s been a powerful long time since I’ve given you a mission. Well it’s time to quit your lollygagging and put down that back issue of Miniature Donkey Talk magazine, because you’re about to get your marching orders—straight to the Photoshop icon!

First, a little back story: My fierce and bloodthirsty co-host on This Week in Fun, the wicked Sarah Lane (yes, I know that outwardly she appears fun and bubbly, but a dark, acidic ichor runs through those veins, a substance so caustic I once saw a drop of her saliva—not even blood—burn clear through the hood of a 1986 Buick Regal), and I took a whole mess of photos last week. No, we weren’t on one of our legendary birding expeditions, but rather in front of a green screen. See, the idea is to have our animator pal Eden Soto use the photos to construct an eye-popping graphical intro for This Week in Fun. A graphical intro that we’ll start to use once we begin publishing our show in video format—hopefully in the very near future!

And now that you’re caught up, I thought we’d launch into some digital horseplay. Below, I’ll post three of these photos. Being that they’re against green screen, it will be easy peasy for even the most fledgling Photoshop users to place Sarah and me in a world far away. Will we be feasting at an elaborate Hindu wedding? Smelting iron ore in pre-Solidarność era Ukraine? Embroiled in some sort of a madcap caper (involving a gondola and pudding) that we simply don’t know how we’ll ever make our way out of? The answer is only limited by your imagination (and Photoshop skills [and rather narrow range of photos I’ll be providing you])!

When you’ve finished, send your handiwork to martin at twit dot tv and I’ll post them in an upcoming entry, maybe even flash one on the show (we’ll do more of this once show is full video).

Ok, then, go! Photoshop ‘til you drop!

(Large Size Here)

XCIX. Where the Blog at, Fool?

Martin Sargent — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 22:54:28 +0000

You want to know why I haven’t written anything up in here in such a long while? You want the brutal, unvarnished truth? Without any of my usual, cockamamie stories about crossbow-wielding, parched self-discovery journeys through the desert lands to the south, weakness from honorable hunger strikes with the sole intention of giving some poncy Internet hotshot a well-deserved comeuppance, or nightly, tortuous visitations by The Skinwalkers, leaving me too broken to write?

Okay, then. You asked for it. The truth is I’ve been working day and night, for months, on a Time Machine in my basement. But wait, no, not that kind of a Time Machine. My creation is literally a machine that tells time! Well, I shouldn’t really say my creation, or at least not my invention, because I’m building my time machine, or “clock,” from a kit I bought on Internet for $9.99. Check it out!

My Time Machine looks like a racecar with another racecar in the rearview mirror trying to pass it! So you can understand how busy I’ve been, and why I’ve had no time to blog. Oh, by the way, I’ve also been writing a book, which is also somewhat time-consuming. But more about that in a later post. For now, I need to get back down into the basement and continue working on my Time Machine! Another post tomorrow, I promise.

XCVIII. Spiderman Fails

Martin Sargent — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:17:24 +0000

Some heroic news out of Thailand today. An autistic boy, scared at his first day of school, crawled out onto a third story ledge and refused to come back inside. When fire fighter Sonchai Yoosabai learned of the boy’s love of superheroes from his frantic mother, he ran back to the firehouse and changed into a Spiderman costume he would often wear to liven up fire drills and safety presentations for children. When he returned to the scene of the crisis he told the boy “Spider-Man is here to rescue you, no monsters are going to attack you and…walk slowly towards me as running could be dangerous,” prompting the boy to immediately stand up and walk into Mr. Yoosabai’s outstretched arms. The full news story is here.

What struck me about this story is that in my long career of analyzing Internet phenomena, it’s the first time I’ve ever come across someone who actually put a Spiderman costume to good use. In every other instance the result is shameful, nauseating, tragic or a combination of the three. Allow me to prove my Internet Spiderman thesis by example. In a preponderance of cases, men who don Spiderman costumes are far too obese. This is spandex, not sweatpants. They don’t look like they’ve been bitten by a radioactive spider, but rather like they’ve bitten into every donut, taco, hamburger and pizza in the Marvel Universe. Consider this man:

He proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that grown men should not wear Spiderman costumes, especially men who have grown to the size of an elephant seal. He does, I suppose, evince some degree of superpower by merit of the fact that his legs do not buckle under the weight of his upper body when he assumes that web slinger’s crouch. Perhaps he ate a radioactive Cheetoh when playing that Nintendo lying behind him or when watching a selection from his video library, which appears to consist of every animated movie ever made. More likely, though, his superpower can be attributed to one thing: fat strength. Men like our abovementioned friend should, again, never wear spandex. But be thankful that he did, for other obese Internet Spidermen have opted for an even more form-fitting costume: body paint.

Though at first one cannot help but instinctively think that this man’s fashion crimes will always outweigh any crime fighting he accomplishes, upon deeper consideration you cannot help but tip your cap, as his nastiness will surely prevent the likes of The Green Goblin, Dr. Octopus or Venom from daring to come anywhere near him. He is literally untouchable. Other obese Internet Spidermen who deserve honorable mentions include Fat Male Camel Toe Spiderman

and Fleshy Hip Hop Spiderman

At risk of offending my bigger fans, I should also note that scrawny, saggy-assed Internet Spidermen can be equally despicable. Observe:

There is no dearth of pitiful video of Internet Spidermen. There is of course
Italian Spiderman, Spiderman Will Make You Gay, Spiderman Has Boobs, Carnage Rapes Spiderman, and this, which is sort of the reaction most people would have upon watching any of these videos. But I will leave you with a true classic that effectively sums up the failure of Internet Spidermen. Thanks for reading, and share any horrific examples I neglected to mention (there are many more) in the forum below.

XCVII. TWiF Theme Songs Keep Rolling In!

Martin Sargent — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:06:53 +0000

We put out the call to all talented bards in the vast TWiF fandom to let fair Euterpe pluck at their heartstrings, record the results, and send their sweet-sounding opuses to Sarah and me for inclusion in the show. And one of these, we declared, would carry the high honor of becoming the official TWiF anthem.

And you heard us, Team TWiF, you heard us and responded as admirably as we knew you would. Your job? Let us know which of the following submissions you like best. Also, there’s still time to submit your own. And finally, we still very much would love to see your graphic submissions, as we feel, even though we both look damn beautiful, the two shot of us in the lower third is a bit distracting. I guess we’re just too beautiful…

Thanks so much for your continued support of TWiF! Join us every Friday at 3pm PST at http://live.twit.tv and please tell your friends. And perhaps most importantly, let Leo know how much you like the show and that you’d love to see a downloadable version as part of the regular TWiT lineup.

TWiF by Gabe McG

TWiF by Stewart Peck

This Week In Fun by Dan Leuders

TWiF by Pauly Wood a.k.a. Paul Minshall

And Pauly Wood also submitted a Tweet Beat theme

Cast your vote below!

XCVI. This Week In Fun

Martin Sargent — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 01:25:10 +0000

Hey troopers! Check out the latest episode of the little show I’ve been doing every Friday with Sarah Lane at Leo Laporte’s cottage. We call it This Week In Fun, and when you watch you’ll understand why: because it’s fun! We aim to continue to go live with a new episode every Friday at 3pm PST at twit.tv/live, and I’ll post archived editions right here when they become available. This is a raw file, so the actual show begins about 19 minutes in. As always, thanks for watching (and stay tuned for many more breathtaking developments in the near future).

This Week In Fun, Episode 4

XCV. A Major Award

Martin Sargent — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 21:06:21 +0000

Gore has his Nobel. Scorcese has his Oscar. And now Sargent has his Shorty. Yes, the official results are in, and I am the winner of The Shorty Awards. Well, not the whole thing. My category. And I’m not sure what it means that the category in which I achieved this distinction is called ‘weird.’ But I’m delighted nonetheless. My mother even cried.

For those of you unfamiliar with The Shorty Awards, they have been given to “the best producers of short content in 2008.” And by short content, they mean 140 characters or less. In other words, these are the Twitter awards.

I’m not sure that I deserved to win. I mean, I only received 207 official votes, and I shamelessly asked my 9000 or so Twitter followers to vote for me on several occasions. Therefore, only 2.3% of my own followers thought I deserved to win. But politics is a numbers game, and my machine managed to get out enough of the vote to secure my victory, so I’ll take it.

And what do I get as a Shorty Award winner? Aside from glory, apparently a $1000 grant to travel to Brooklyn to attend the awards ceremony, where I’ll be asked to give a 140 character acceptance speech. Talk about weird.

Anyway, thank you all so much for voting for me. Most all of your 140 character ballots expressing why I deserved to win the award were terrific. Here are some of my favorites:

@buzzbros2002: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird because he makes me think of whalepoop

@juanrcm: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird because…he NEEDS this

@ryanmunshower: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird because he’s lonely and depressed

@wirwzd: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird because he has a tiny bladder and I feel bad for him

@bobisme: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird because he deserves to win something in his life

@rmediavilla: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird because… He had no idea what he was talking about on TechTV

@ogrim: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird because he is internet, in all the bad ways you can think of

@adamwise: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards for #weird because he has oddly shaped cheek bones. Bugged me since TechTV…

@phillgreylewis: I vote for @martinsargent in the Shorty Awards Finals for #weird as he is the Indiana Jones of net culture, online uniqueness