Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Not a fan of Dave Eggers at all, to the point of not wanting to promote any of his stuff, but my friend John put this together for McSweeney's, and it is just too good to lock away.
What Your Favorite Classic Rock Band Says About You
The descriptions for Deep Purple and Rainbow are hilarious, but I found the Eagles' description especially LOL, yet so seriously apt.
P.S. I don't own any of these, but I do have the 90s version of these. Close enough?
Labels: rawk
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Mahalo Hawaii!
Hawaii's Governor Signs Civil Unions Into Law
But brahs, what's up with your flag?
Hawaii's Governor Signs Civil Unions Into Law
But brahs, what's up with your flag?
Labels: civil rights, Little Japan, love, social justice, Union Jack
Sunday, February 06, 2011
I am so behind the times, but this may be my favorite place at the mo:
The Hairpin
With artful presentations like The Best of Sexual Harassment Stock Photography and Women Laughing Alone With Salad, and diatribes against everything from the Trenta cup (see mine here) to the god-awful stench of drugstore shampoo, this may be my new precious.
Ladies First.
The Hairpin
With artful presentations like The Best of Sexual Harassment Stock Photography and Women Laughing Alone With Salad, and diatribes against everything from the Trenta cup (see mine here) to the god-awful stench of drugstore shampoo, this may be my new precious.
Ladies First.
Labels: all things that are good, the internets, women
Friday, February 04, 2011
I don't usually go for semi-blondes, or super bros for that matter, but dammit Tom Hardy has been gunning as a contender for my man harem.
He was teh sex in Inception, will be Bane in the next installation of Batman (squee!), and will redefine Mad Max so the franchise is no longer fronted in our minds by a creepy misogynist racist (and he will look positively swoon-worthy kicking ass in leather). But I have high standards -- you cannot take a place in my imaginary tent in the desert alongside men like Jon Stewart simply because you ooze teh sexy.
And so the harem was to stay static. Until...
This article, where he's interviewed by Vincent Cassel about SLAPPING Paul Bettany on set (as to not mar his face -- a gentleman and consummate professional, this one) for talking mad shit about him.
Pretty much clinches it, non?
He was teh sex in Inception, will be Bane in the next installation of Batman (squee!), and will redefine Mad Max so the franchise is no longer fronted in our minds by a creepy misogynist racist (and he will look positively swoon-worthy kicking ass in leather). But I have high standards -- you cannot take a place in my imaginary tent in the desert alongside men like Jon Stewart simply because you ooze teh sexy.
And so the harem was to stay static. Until...
This article, where he's interviewed by Vincent Cassel about SLAPPING Paul Bettany on set (as to not mar his face -- a gentleman and consummate professional, this one) for talking mad shit about him.
Pretty much clinches it, non?
Labels: cinema, Jon Stewart, man harem, mmmmmen, setting the bar, sexyback, Tom Hardy