Okay, seriously – what did we do with ourselves before the internets? (Oh, yeah – read books and watched TV, but I digress.) I found this nifty little fun site that will turn any picture into an Obama-inspired poster that you can then print to a t-shirt, mug, mousepad, etc. I made this George Costanza one in about five minutes.
Click here for the link.
I know – I just can’t get enough Conchords.
They call me the Hip-hop-opotamus
My lyrics are bottomless…
I really just wanted a reason to post this awesome picture of Jemaine and Brett from HBO’s Flight of the Conchords. I guess since Jemaine got married over the weekend, that’s as good a reason as any. I have to admit, I am kind of bummed though – as Jemaine was kind of my Conchord… It’s kind of like when George Clooney has a girlfriend.
Oh, well – I guess I can be the bigger person. Congratulations, Jemaine!
Ahhh… step into my oasis, my sanctuary. This is the couch in my Mistress’ office. See how she puts the colorful blankets down so that I don’t get hair all over the light yellow fabric? See how I manage to still get it all over? It’s a fun game for us.
So I finally saw Sex in the City last night with a girlfriend. As usual, I’m a few weeks late – but my friend is a firefighter and her schedule is insane, so I had to wait until we could both go to see it. I have to admit, I was kind of excited to see it – I loved the HBO series and followed Carrie’s heartbreak with Big like everyone else who’s had a few of her own. Yes, I wanted (and cared) to know what happened… I am a girl, dammit!
Well, the movie kind of sucks.
I wasn’t unwatchable or anything, but it just… lacked something. (Or maybe it had “too much” – it seemed to last for hours.) The storyline was kind of weak, too – but here are my main gripes:
- Silly Clothes. Sometimes it seemed they just had random scenes thrown in to dress them up in ridiculous outfits to strut around and never really go anywhere. The clothes were really, really hideous – I don’t care how much they fucking cost. At one point my friend and I were actually moaning out loud when a new ugly outfit would show up. I know that cutting-edge fashion is kind of a trademark of the show – but I think maybe they are too old to get away with it now, or cutting-edge fashion has gone up about 100 more points on the Butt-Ugly scale – or both.
- Bad Acting. Really bad acting, actually. Jennifer Hudson – how did this woman win an Oscar? She was terrible. The guy that plays Smith – was he always that bad? He also looks like he’s not aging well… maybe that’s why I now notice his poor acting “skilllllz.” The little kid that played the Chinese adoptee? Awful – and she literally had like two lines! If you can’t teach your child actor two lousy lines, then perhaps that is not her calling in life – and you can’t be cute forever (re: Smith above.)
- Bad Writing. I think the moment this hit home for me was when my friend and I were guessing plot points (LOVE as the password, anyone?) and saying lines out loud along with the movie because they were so cliché and predictable. It just seemed like the writing was phoned-in as they were busy spending the Big Movie Budget on idiotic clothing.
Maybe things are just better as a TV show and they should just leave it alone. Or, maybe I’m older now and am just “not that into” it any more. Or, maybe it just sucked. (Oh, and Sarah Jessica Parker should really stick to TV, as seeing her face at movie-sized proportions is just not a good thing, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.)
Summary: This clip pretty much sums up my total experience last night. Too bad!
Welcome to my litter box! Please, step in and take a look around. See how nice and clean it is? My mistress has to keep it absolutely sparkling clean or else I pee on the dog beds. Fuck the dogs.
Aren’t I a bitch?
Happy 66 to Sir Paul today. I have always loved the Beatles and Paul was always my favorite.
I know, I know – but he is “the cute one.”