Stephen Hawking
This picture was taken in 1965. All I can say is, Stephen, you are lucky you are in a wheelchair, otherwise you would have been eaten alive by women who couldn’t explain why they thought you were so fucking hot. 50 years later, we call this weird magnetism to cute geeky men with thick rimmed glasses “The 21st Century.”
Zombieland= Best Movie of the Year (probably)
I love zombies. My mother loves Woody Harelson. Combined, Zombieland is the epitome of mother/daughter bonding.
Ivan Watson: Turkish Delight
Allow me to inaugurate my musings here with an ode to this fine journalistic specimen of imbedded hotness. Sure nobody feels the feelings of the news for us harder than former model Andy Cooper, but lawd have mercy, you are beautiful Ivan Watson. Let’s hole up in a besieged hotel in Tehran, furtively sending home illicit reports of mounting political unrest, while we uncover the restless passions inside each other . This just in: you’ve leveled the barricades of my heart. By the time we make it to Istanbul, a story about the World Bank will be a stroll in the park, and our love will make the imams blush. Oh, Ivan! You dressed for a wonky stand-and-talk report on an IMF conference, yet your hair tousles just right when you run with angry throngs through clouds of tear gas. Your dedication, your intrepid passion for in-depth reporting, and your unmussably lovely hair make my morning coffee steam, Ivan.
Best of all, I know you’ll be strong when I leave you for my wild, whiskey-fueled romance with Michael Ware after a hot Baghdad night of war stories and yelling about George W. Bush and Michael recounting for me the time a dingo bit him in the face.
How Great is This Video
Pretty preeeattaaayyy great.
Gay: A Linguistic Love Story
English, like all languages, experiences vernacular fads. Remember when the word “radical” suggested something “awesome? Or how “trip” suggests drug consumption, or “Mexican” suggests something of low value and/or poor socioeconomic standing? What I’m trying to say is that language changes, for better or for worse, and that English, with its hodgepodge of irregular syntax and borrwed adjective use, is custom-made to embrace these changes.
I guess that’s why I get so mad when I see commercials like this. Knock it off, people. The word “gay” has changed! What used to mean happy, care-free, and emotionally sunny, is now a catch-all phrase for homosexuality. Same with the word “queer”, which used to mean peculiar, odd, and out of the ordinary. I am okay with this. English is designed to be okay with this. We absorb and reject words with the times, phrases become fads, and insults change by the week (remember “butthead”?)
Thank you, Microsoft Paint.
Photos par Katia
Andrew Bailey ( not bad, eh?). IT worker
by day, creative by night.
Thank you for providing me with a post
Jason Segel
Sorry, I’m a day late on this one. So, everyone who has ever met me knows that the way to my heart is through maximum hilarity at all times. My favorite Hollywood funny-man is none other than Mr. Jason Segel, probably best known for his roles in Forgetting Sarah Marshall and I Love You, Man. He doesn’t play his characters with the slapstick humor and poop jokes so common with comedians like Adam Sandler or Will Ferrel, but with a self-awareness that is both endearing and believable. Plus, he LOVES puppets. In a recent interview, he was asked if he had a “man cave” in his own home – a place where no woman dares tread. His response? “It’s filled with puppets. And I keep wondering why I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m like, ‘Hey, this is my house; come check it out. These are my forty puppets.’ …I think I have a bit of a reputation for being weird for that.”
Rupert Grint
this is the least tiger beat-y picture i could find.
Ok, he may be a little young. In all honesty, I’m not sure Rupert is even an appropriate candidate for Googly Eyes skeeting. But then I saw this. (more…)
100 Books in 100 Words #5: I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max
Tucker Max is a horrible human being, and his book is a “triumphant” anthology of all the fucked up shit he’s done. Tricking strippers, driving drunk, hating fat people and ridiculing anyone stupid enough to fuck him, Tucker Max has documented it all. Sometimes it’s funny. Other times horrifying.
The important thing is that he recognizes he’s awful, both as a writer and a person. Let Tucker Max serve as a caveat to our generation about the dangers of being nonchalant and removed, and how being casual and “too-cool” results in a loss of satisfaction and humanity. Plus, it’s silly.
Word Count: 100. Suck my dick, bitcheszzz
Patrick Fugit
Picky with his choice of works, Patrick Fugit has appeared in a smattering of big films, my three faves being: Almost Famous, Saved!, and Wristcutters: A Love Story. All unique, all fucking awesome.
Rumor has it (coughwikipediacough), his mother owned a dance studio, which lead him to seriously study ballet. BADASS. Plus, his skateboarding skills were so good, the scriptwriters from Saved! turned his character into a skateboarder instead of a surfer. Cha ching.
LASTLY, he plays the guitar in his band “Mushman”. Look at how pensive he is, reposing on a shag couch in his parents basement. I might just have to break my “No Acoustic Guitar Players” rule for him. That’s right, Patrick Fugit. You are the exception.
And this is why:
Yes.
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