Frabbit is seriously one of the best live acts I have ever seen, up there with Arcade Fire.
Guess it was fun while it lasted. Nothing personal guys, 'I hate when I feel like this. I never hated you.'
Amazing. In 46 seconds Julia Roberts has made precisely the same contribution that Italian women have been able to make in Italian politics over the past century.
Don't believe me? Their Foreign Minister was appointed to the role because she was a FUCKING LINGERIE MODEL ON TV!
Shut up and be pretty signora.
To be fair, 1.5 Million Lira is like US$150.
And don't be all 'Italy's switched to the Euro' Monsters. Julia Roberts is in this ad so it's clearly 1989.
True story: I actually saw a six fingered man on the train the other day. He had two thumbs that were fused together.
It's actually not that uncommon. This guy has it as well:
http://www.parinda.com/files/storyimages/Hrithik_Roshan_2.jpg
Brilliant writing. Ye olde English followed by ye newe swearing:
'I am a man more sinned against than sinning... bitches'
'Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,.. Cuntz'
Thanks Lady!
I never made the association (and I can't shake the association) but I'm stoked that somewhere, some time you were thinking of me.
Your name always reminded me of this:
http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.1441745.jpg
Because it's for babies and Robert like likes Fridays.
NEVER BEEN KISSED.
Honestly, it's a horrible, depressing pap smear of a film.
I actually cried when I saw it. It's whole comic premise is 'debilitating loneliness'. Get it? Because some people have no one.
Drew smiles, I weep.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prqHELfghmA/TJY8sGrLGfI/AAAAAAAAAzo/12966CYrMv0/s320/never-been-kissed.gif
I completely agree with you Ms Friday.
I remember at the time this film came out, my girlfriend's Dad, a 'banker Buddhist' (because NOTHING says removing one's self from desire like the commodities exchange), started appropriating all of Lester's lines. It made me sick into my own scorn.
But I didn't hate the movie. In fact I loved it. And still do.
I don't think it's necessarily bad to make a movie glorifying - if this actually does glorify it, I think it's a little deeper than that - a brat. We pretty much deify brats all the time - pre and post 9/11 - and I don't think this automatically makes it a bad film.
The day the music died.
http://www.kevchino.com/graffix/bandphotos/JohnnyCash_bp.gif
(yes, I know that I got my Don McLeans where my Johnny Cashes should be but the mouth of hell is clearly open and letting chief demon Gwyneth out, so that seems like a fairly minor concern. Also, this photo is the best)
I know what you mean Principal. I feel like I've been waiting forever for an invitation.
http://cdn-images.hollywood.com/site/shining_twins.jpg
Forever. And ever. And ever.
No Game-o but Gabe's 'Mystic Pizza' reference reminded me of something. At uni, we briefly had a radio play about a retired cop and a ghost who joined forces to open a pizza shop and solve mysteries.
It was called 'Supreme Justice'. And it sucked.
The Hurt Locker: Pixar animation about the last locker to be chosen in a high school. A touching story that shows us that it's what's inside that counts.
Featuring the vocal talents of Chris Rock, Tina Fey and Fred Savage.
You know back when I was at Uni (college, if you don’t know what a lorry is) I used to write weekly colleges for the campus newspaper. After a while I was able to build up a few in-jokes that regular readers (both of them) could lulz about. One of these jokes was my abiding hatred of Gwyneth Paltrow and Paltrow-related miscellanea (although, yes, she was very good in The Royal Tenenbaums and her Mother was great(!) in Huff).
One of the letters to the editor recommended that I should act on my convictions and tell Gwyneth to her face that I hated her. Obviously, this was not possible. I do not live in an ivory tower, built on a rainbow over a field of sunflowers and fulfilled ambitions. So, as a gimmick, I did what I thought was the next best thing. We strung up a paper effigy of Gwyneth Paltrow under a tree in the uni bar and I burned it. I ran around the tree hollering into a megaphone, accompanied by the cheers of a drunk crowd on a sunny afternoon.
Granted, this was extreme, and I am now uber-mature and would never do that again. But, at the time, it was awesome. If she had a soul, she may have even felt a shudder of recognition.
It's still the best thing Wes Anderson has done since 2001.
I used to love him but father issues, new wave, depressed but beautiful something something...
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