also, “ginuwine."
vs. the website headline: “The TV Watch: ‘Skins,’ Sex and Foreign Affairs"
and the head-spinning first graf:
On Monday’s episode of “Skins,” MTV could show minors in the kind of flagrante that is usually reserved for mature audiences. Yet most adult Americans still can’t watch Al Jazeera English on television – even now, when the world is transfixed by images of Egypt in revolt.
edit: and then the NY Times Skimmer schools me via Twitter, “Chrome app uses feeds, which get the more descriptive e-headlines. (In case article is encountered out of context.)"
If I Were A Capable Producer: The SSS Brotherhood
So, some dude is going to play Superman.
Immediate thought: a secret video tape that Warner Brothers made after the initial Superman franchise to any future actor who had to engage in the role. Feature testimonial from all recent former Supermen (Dean Cain, Tom Welling,Tim Daly, Brandon Routh) on how to deal with the joy of being Superman and the inevitable crash when you give it up.
Plus I’m really bored on Sunday since I thought the Super Bowl was today, got stoked about being able to justify eating really unhealthy indian curry and then finding out it is next Sunday. So my mind got to wandering.
Legitimately the only video I ever tried to get out of my ex-employers due to me being a massive fan.
Thanks YouTube.
Steampunk Sarah Palin Comic Combines Two Sad Popular Trends from 2008 →
Finally I can cook with wine bottle goggles and plenty of force (Taken with instagram)
We found a bar in DC that can make Aqua velvas (Taken with instagram)
The Bane of the Comic Illiterate →
…listen, I’m a huge Batman/Nolan nerd. I’m sorry. I wax all grad student-y about why Bane and Catwoman are great villains. I’m sorry.
“There she was, baby on her hip, thick hair piled up high, chin out, defiant, taunting, flaunting that whole lusty librarian thing, sweet and savory, mother and predator, alluring and dangerous.”
The winner for 2011’s “Worst Sentence in a Thinly Veiled Political Novel."
From the New York Times’s review, here.
This slipped my mind until I clicked on it. But I knew Andy from high school and we never really stayed close through college.
Yet a friend of mine wound up being friends with Paley and then another. Then—I can’t remember which of them—but they reminded me that Andy was in a short film.
And lo, it’s a short at Sundance. And it is surprisingly sweet. Mind you, I am admitting this. Me, fellow who is genuinely eternally angry and constantly enraged. So please, take ten minutes to watch it.
edit: there are no FROWNLAND moments. yet i totally got that vibe at first, too.
In honor of this news (and stolen from an image board)
when Tony Stark met Bruce Wayne at an awards event.
February 15th cannot arrive soon enough.
IRON MAN X GWEN STACY OTP
“Mega Python vs. Gatoroid” will receive a red-carpet premiere, the first in the network’s history, on Jan. 24 at the Ziegfeld Theater in New York.”
Speaking of creepy things…there’s this song about seeing a ghost and sleeping in her bed.
And it was a TV show on NBC!
I dig RDJ being a Mr. Fox clone. But there’s something disturbing about Fantastic Mr. Fox being a beloved film that now is being reused to shuck nuts.
Fox shoots man →
or, IN SOVIET RUSSIA FOX SHOOTS YOU.
both acceptable to run as headlines for this.
34 seconds in Photoshop.
Thanks, DCist.
in no way to justify what happened today.
but proof that there were 20 crosshairs on her site (which as I write is being scrubbed and missing more than a few previous links.) and now there are only 19.
how sad is that? negatively channeling the anger of a people by claiming we should hunt those responsible for legislation instead of understanding and reading about what a health care plan really is made of. we really do bring this on ourselves sometimes.
On Being Freelance
It’s a lot of fun to say you’re a “freelancer." It sounds like a really cool futuristic job where you make your own hours and thumb your nose at The Man while eating ice cream for breakfast.
The actual truth has more to do with applying constantly to full-time gigs to save up enough money so I can move back to New York and blow way more money on an apartment deep in Greenpoint or Bushwick and then relate tales with friends about how some young kid threatened to beat me up for scuffing his shoes.
Really. While on the L the other night, I stepped back and felt someone smack my knee. I looked down and this teenage kid made a face like I farted on him. I went further down and saw he had a pair of white/red leather nikes that cost more than my ten-year old work boots. I apologized, but the kid mumbled something. So I got off on Jefferson and as I did I felt someone grab my arm. The kid, now standing, said, “You scuffed my shoes."
"Oh. Sorry," I muttered. But he didn’t let go. So now, on the platform of the Jefferson L stop as people are walking away from us, he’s got his hand on my arm. I yank back and he stumbles a bit but regains himself.
"You scuffed my shoes."
"Right. I’m sorry."
But again: “YOU. Scuffed MY shoes."
"Ok. What do you want?"
"An apology!"
By this point my mind began clicking around that his definition of apology meant money while mine meant saying sorry for a third time. And yet, I thought immediately I was going to be mugged because three friends of mine had been mugged in the area based off equally stupid shit said to them. But I took off my headphones and said,
"I’m sorry. I didn’t see your foot. It wasn’t intentional."
The kid waited and then said, “Fine." Turned around and walked away.
The worst part about being freelance is when you realize you’ve spent so much time alone with your thoughts looking for and doing work that this almost seemed like a possibility of where I’d get mugged or have to fight some teenage kid because I scuffed his shoes.
Though, to be fair, when I was in high school in DC there was a ten-on-ten person brawl in our gym when some kid scuffed another kid’s $500 Tims.