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I’ve decided the sexiest accessory on a man is the book he’s reading.
I hate cats. This picture is my worst nightmare. It makes me wish I had three fists so I could punch them all in the face at once.
But I mean, cool composition and colors and shit (like I know what I’m talking about). via lenaah’s flickr.
hahhaha, that first statement made me laugh harder than i have all day. and i dont even dislike cats.
Focus, People! There’s Work to Do. The Flight of the Conchords boys hard at work… (via matthewb and Darren Wood)
Movie Reviewers are having a field day with the “THE LOVE GURU”, which currently has a 15% on Rotten Tomatoes. I haven’t seen the movie but these reviews are the funniest I’ve ever read.
Here are some of favorite ones….
Myers shamelessly steals from himself. -Philadelphia Daily News
An oh-my-God-level disaster that’ll make you wonder if Hollywood actually hates us. - Time Out New York
At 88 minutes, The Love Guru would have benefited from a trim of roughly 80 minutes. - NY POST
Myers has his head in the toilet more than a Florida State University freshman co-ed during homecoming weekend. - Waffle Movies
The feeling you derive from this dud is comparable to swallowing a bottle of bulky Viagra pills while nursing an inflamed strep throat. - MOVIE EYE
Somewhere, sitting in a room cluttered with Mr. Pibb cans and half-consumed bags of Funyuns is the adolescent writing staff responsible for The Love Guru - FILM CRITIC.com
This tale of a guru who brings joy to all who meet him is the most joy-draining 88 minutes I’ve ever spent outside a hospital waiting room - SLATE
Hello, police? I’d like to report a mugging. Oh, it was horrible, horrible! Yes, I’m safe now. The mugging took place in a movie theatre, but I fear the mugger will strike again! - Groucho Reviews
More painful than sitting next to an Austin Powers impersonator during a 12-hour flight. - METROMIX
“The Love Guru” is downright antifunny, an experience that makes you wonder if you will ever laugh again. - NEW YORK TIMES
The second and the last one are my personal favorites.
New Girl Talk album, ‘Feed the Animals’. Pay what you want pricing.
Hey, Girl Talk! He’s from Pittsburgh :) woot!
The Asterisk and the I
It was three in the morning and Asterisk was sound asleep in his modest home. In the darkness, his phone jolted to life, ringing and vibrating loudly on his nightstand. Asterisk’s eyes snapped open as this cacophonous symphony wrenched him from sleep. Reluctantly, he felt around the nightstand and picked up. “Hello?” he grumbled.
“You gotta help me, man,” pleaded the voice on the other line.
“I’m sorry, who is this?” Asterisk asked. It was late and the voice was unfamiliar.
“It’s I. You know, the letter,” said the voice. He hadn’t heard from I in a long time. They had once been close, but that was long ago. I, being a proper letter, had always kept Asterisk at a distance. And as much as Asterisk yearned to be a letter in his younger years, he had lived a happy enough life with his fellow glyphs.
“It’s three in the morning, I.” Asterisk said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and flicking on a light.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I said, “but I didn’t know where else to turn. I called Dash and he didn’t pick up. I tried At Symbol, Exclamation Point, Ampersand, all of them. I even called Space, but it’s like he’s not even there. Believe me, man, I didn’t want to bring you into this. I…I just…”
“No, no. I’m happy to help. Do you need a footnote or something? Did you try the Superscripts?”
“It’s not that,” I said. “I wish it were that,” he added with a touch of remorse.
“Oh, do you need me to add emphasis? Is Italic not around or something?”
“No…no. It’s uh…” I paused. Asterisk could hear him take a deep breath, as if the air gave him courage for what was to come next. “I need you to get in the middle of something bad for me, man. I just can’t be seen here, not like that, at least. I’m so sorry.”
It was silent as Asterisk slowly hung up the phone. I may have said goodbye, Asterisk has stopped listening.
“Sh*t.”
Playboy interview with Ayn Rand, from 1964.