If laughter really is the best medicine, I’ll be poxless tomorrow. Baby Got Back goes Christian in this hilarious music video, Baby Got Book.
All together now: Ladies! (yeah!) Ladies! (yeah!) Do you wanna save people from Hades?
Things are usually dire on any blog which has to substitute quizzes for content, but bear with me for now. Lots is planned, I just have to find 24 extra hours in the week to write it down properly.
Which Endless Are You? is totally predictable for anyone who’s read a decent amount of Sandman, so you can easily figure out the result even before you click the button to find out. But I swear I didn’t tailor my answers, I really just am that compatible with the sexiest two-dimensional being ever.
Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge
of the Dreaming, all imagination and
creativity, everyone knows your beautiful
realm, but none truly understand it. You are
dark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot of
time by yourself, just thinking. You are almost
as serious as Destiny, but not quite. Everyone
is enchanted by you, but you keep them all at a
distance, even when you shouldn’t.
Which Endless are you?
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I usually enjoy Bellow because almost no one (except maybe Little Yellow Different) can tell a funny story like her, but this is a really beautiful post mourning the tsunami victims, and I’m pretty sure you won’t read another one like it.
What sort of a retard comes up with a headline like Tsunamis shatter celebrity holidays?
Mr T Vs Everything is a repository of links to fictional fights between Mr T and, you guessed it, anything and everything. The complete shittiness of the Photoshopping involved in finding and altering pictures to storyboard the fight is part of the charm, as is the repetitive use of key elements such as youth centres, his helluva fast van, milk, and how far he can throw someone. There are too many fights to browse through, and most are really mediocre, but I think Mr T Vs Hitler, Mr T Vs Shakespeare, and intriguingly, Mr T Vs His Own Abstract Thoughts were a little above the morass.
Three articles for you to read, in the obvious absence of any good reading here:
David Sedaris writes about love, boils and existential panic for The New Yorker.
Dave Eggers rants about indie cred and the fallacy of selloutitude.
The most fascinating article I have ever read about tomato ketchup and product branding. I now crave fries.
If only I’d had a pint glass close at hand when Casey was still kitten-sized.
Shit.
It would be easy to sit back and laugh at America, to say they’ve made their bed and now they must lie in it, except for the small fact that the rest of us in this world are also uneasy and involuntary bedfellows with that retard and his appetite for destruction. Also, all the American bloggers I read happen to be Democrats (pure coincidence, since all I ever look for in a blog is intelligent and interesting writing, not political affiliation. Go figure) and the genuine anguish I am reading all down my bookmark list makes my heart go out to them.
But enough of ugliness and depression for now. No doubt there will be much more of that to come in the four years ahead. Here are some happy pictures instead:
Chicago was never particularly high on the list of cities I’d like to go to in America some day (let’s make that some day more than four years from now), until I found out about Anish Kapoor’s Cloud Gate sculpture, also known as the Chicago Bean. And fell completely in love.
FILE Magazine publishes “images that treat subjects in unexpected ways.” I read a lot of online photography zines, and this is the one I keep coming back to. There are so many photographs I love at this site that it would really be pointless to list them all, but here is a shortlist of five:
Get A Chinese Name is a fun thirty-second diversion from my more demanding task of WeBoggle. I provided the required information, chose “Mind and Intelligence” as the “desired essence” I wanted my Chinese name to embody, and apparently my Chinese name is:
(For those of you who don’t read Chinese, that’s Kong Meng Shou, which not only sounds extremely unfeminine, but also just sounds…bizarre and mismatched. Like naming your kid Engelberta Moesha Gutierrez.)
Meeting Mick is a Telegraph article featuring quotes from various people about Mick Jagger. These were some of my favourites:
Barbara Charone (ex-Stones press officer)
‘One evening several EMI executives came to the studio to meet the Stones and listen to their first album for EMI Europe. One resembled a bank manager while the other had perfected the record company corporate image of what is hip. Jagger played them a 50-minute version of a reggae song called ‘Jah Wonderful’, seriously insisting it was the album. “Actually,” Jagger comforted the bank manager-type, “we could cut it down to 45 minutes.”‘
Toby Young (author)
‘I “snogged” and later took out a girl who gently explained to me that she couldn’t really get involved with me because she was involved with another man, an extremely famous and virile man who had a bit of a reputation as a ladies’ man but whose friends had all told her that it was different with her, serious. She said he had “the sexual stamina of a 17-year-old boy.” Then to my shock it turned out that the third corner of this love triangle was Mick Jagger. Passed over for a grandfather – bit of a blow.’
Paul Robinson (insurance salesman)
‘I was a spectator at Trent Bridge and saw Mick in the bar and went up to him to try and get an autograph. I said, “Excuse me, Mr Jagger, but would you…” And he jumped to his feet and said, “…Have the next dance?” and proceeded to waltz me around the room.’