Tuesday, May 31, 2011
you're lucky that i'm randy, aziz ansari
apparently audrey plaza will being playing daria in a live action movie. i can't think of anyone more fitting.
here's to hoping for thora birch as jane and brian cranston as the father.
source.
here's to hoping for thora birch as jane and brian cranston as the father.
source.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
If anyone wants to make a trip to Kansas to kick some ass let me know
http://thinkprogress.org/2011/05/24/abortion-rape-spare-tire/
Dreamphone: Unstable Ex-Boyfriends Edition
I don't get how we're not compatible? You like Ice Cream and I like to show my Penis to people at the bus stop!
Disney Trademarks "Seal Team 6" TWO DAYS after Seal Team 6 kills Osama
I can assure you that it will be NO Rescuers Down Under....
Monday, May 23, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
A Post Graduate Hipster’s Guide to Inhabitable U.S. Cities
Featuring Brooklyn, NY, Washington, DC, and Baltimore "Cooly by Proximity," MD
Cartographer: Katie Gillett @ The Rumpus
Roseanne Barr is Seriously Awesome
Excepts from a commentary she wrote in New York Magazine:
I was not crazy before I created, wrote, and starred in television’s first feminist and working-class-family sitcom (also its last). It didn’t take long for me to get a taste of the staggering sexism and class bigotry that would make the first season of Roseanne god-awful. It was at the premiere party when I learned that my stories and ideas had been stolen. The pilot was screened, and I saw the opening credits for the first time, which included this: CREATED BY MATT WILLIAMS. I was devastated and felt so betrayed that I stood up and left the party. Not one person noticed.
To survive the truly hostile environment on set, I started to pray nonstop to my God, as working-class women often do, and to listen nonstop to Patti Smith’s “People Have the Power.” I read The Art of War and kept the idea “He that cares the most, wins” upmost in my mind. I knew I cared the most, since I had the most to lose. I made a chart of names and hung them on my dressing-room door; it listed every person who worked on the show, and I put a check next to those I intended to fire when Roseanne became No. 1, which I knew it would.
My breakdown deepened around the fourth episode, when I confronted the wardrobe master about the Sears, Roebuck outfits that made me look like a show pony rather than a working-class mom. I wanted vintage plaid shirts, T-shirts, and jeans, not purple stretch pants with green-and-blue smocks. She bought everything but what I requested, so I wore my own clothes to work, thinking she was just absent-minded. I was still clueless about the extent of the subterfuge.
Eventually she told me that she had been told by one of Matt’s producers—his chief mouthpiece—“not to listen to what Roseanne wants to wear.” This producer was a woman, a type I became acquainted with at the beginning of my stand-up career in Denver.
I cared little for them: blondes in high heels who were so anxious to reach the professional level of the men they worshipped, fawned over, served, built up, and flattered that they would stab other women in the back. They are the ultimate weapon used by men against actual feminists who try to work in media, and they are never friends to other women, you can trust me on that.
I grabbed a pair of wardrobe scissors and ran up to the big house to confront the producer. (The “big house” was what I called the writers’ building. I rarely went there, since it was disgusting. Within minutes, one of the writers would crack a stinky-pussy joke that would make me want to murder them. Male writers have zero interest in being nice to women, including their own assistants, few of whom are ever promoted to the rank of “writer,” even though they do all the work while the guys sit on their asses taking the credit. Those are the women who deserve the utmost respect.) I walked into this woman’s office, held the scissors up to show her I meant business, and said, “Bitch, do you want me to cut you?” We stood there for a second or two, just so I could make sure she was receptive to my POV. I asked why she had told the wardrobe master to not listen to me, and she said, “Because we do not like the way you choose to portray this character.”
I said, “This is no fucking character! This is my show, and I created it—not Matt, and not Carsey-Werner, and not ABC. You watch me. I will win this battle if I have to kill every last white bitch in high heels around here.”
My friend Coolio has sumthin' to say about 90s throwback Wednesday
oh hey Remember When K-Fed had a promising dance career?
.....and for good measure there is nothing more 90s than fanny packin' face first into a pie slide
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
ew.
i know i've been working too much when i come home to my mac and press fn instead of command.
fucking PCs and their inconvenient key placement.
fucking PCs and their inconvenient key placement.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Neptunes Doc.
The Neptunes present "The 8th Planet" from Decon on Vimeo.
Some backstory, some of the recording process, and an extended sequence of Clipse shooting guns.
Monday, May 16, 2011
If anyone wants to get me a gift, this DVD is all I want
Although, I'd prefer all 22 chapters. None of this 12 chapters shit.
...Omar coming, yo!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Recently arrested for possession of marijuana, rapper Wiz Khalifa "unrolls" name brand rolling papers
two totally awesome videos....for two totally different reasons
Death Cab for Cutie...shoots the first live scripted one-take music video ever
AND
Miley Cyrus... performs Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and gets bashed on TMZ
AND
Miley Cyrus... performs Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and gets bashed on TMZ
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Yeah Lester
For the death of bin Laden was the triumph not of Jack Bauer, but of Lester Freamon. The information that led to bin Laden's death does not appear to have been water-boarded out of anyone. For those poor souls who have not memorised all five seasons of "The Wire", Mr Freamon is a Baltimore detective with a gift for the paper trail.Lester Freamon's finest hour
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
true or not, this is the best story i have ever read.
A former employee of Michael Jackson’s says that Michael, like General Washington, led his entourage to a temporary safe haven in New Jersey, before the three superstars took to the open road. “They actually got as far as Ohio—all three of them, in a car they drove themselves!” he recalls. Brando allegedly annoyed his traveling companions by insisting on stopping at nearly every KFC and Burger King they passed along the highway. One can only imagine the shock their appearance caused at gas stations and rest stops across America.
read more about the 9/11 adventures of MJ, brando and liz taylor at vanity fair.
read more about the 9/11 adventures of MJ, brando and liz taylor at vanity fair.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
michelle obama has a dance party with some dc kids. remains adorable while doing so.
she's killing that yellow shirt too.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
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