copenhagen- who knew?

if face hunter is any indication,
copenhagen is hipper than my wildest teenage dreams.





who are these people?
i want to chug whatever they are drinking.

and sell it at $10 a bottle.
kabbalah is yesterday's water.


source

by the way–– if you haven't already, be sure to note mel b/scary spice's demi nip slip below and remember who takes care of you.

am i the only one who didn't know
you have to get back to the staircase to solve the crime in clue?


fourteen years i've been playing this game wrong
and nobody had the decency to tell me.
that is some kind of sick joke.

also, it remains a mystery to me
exactly what those weapon pieces are for. what are they for, exactly?
they certainly do not play an integral role in the guess making.
unless of course you're one of those people
who puts the appropriate weapon in the room upon guessing.
in which case i don't want to play with you.

mawage. mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday.

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i wonder what phoenix-chi has to say about this.


here's hoping for a duet record and/or reality show

on my future husband

richard johnson of page 6 suggests adrien brody is finally single.
i knew it would happen if i prayed hard enough.

in celebration of this joyous news, i give you "bounce."
otherwise known as a combination of my favorite things:
brody + gondry + diet coke.

beware bridgehampton

that super tall guy with the beard is my high school english teacher.
the last question on his drama final was "think."
this reference to waiting for godot drove one student to swear at him.
i got an A on that final.

cool things for my fictional apartment

a cool foldaway bed for my cool friends.
sort of like those cardboard forts we used to make. "no boys allowed" sign not included.



a cool glow in the dark table
for nights of ouiji and light as a feather stiff as a board.



a cool flying carpet
for singing "a whole new world."




adulthood is gonna be the greatest.
just do me a favor and keep it down, okay?
you'll wake my mom.

on chicago winters

i could have used one of these.





much cooler than wearing one's red fleece robe in the dining hall.
and not nearly as snobby as wearing one's shearling.

(the selk'bag: http://www.musuchouse.com/rodrigo_alonso.html)

tim gunn, i love you

yes...yes...yes...



oh hell no!


season 3 first impressions:
- least dynamic cast.
- least attractive cast.
- still hate klum.
- gunn's still got it.
- kors is so f'in gay.


if it were up to me, i'd bring back the top five designers from seasons 1 & 2 to compete in round two: proj run all stars.
imagine... jay vs santino, austin vs nick, kara saun vs chloe, the pepper vs janx, robert vs daniel v... we're talkin' emmy award winning television, here.
and lets get morganza back on the runway. love that crazy bitch.

to those of you for whom this post is meaningless, don't despair.
not everyone can be fabulous.

boundaries of the bonds

is it still cool to wear sorority tees to the gym?
just asking.

on cruel intentions

i love watching real life couples make out in movies.

like reese and ryan.
i bet that's what it really looks like when they go at it at home.
don't you think?

time warner > comcast

movie trailers on demand. free.

channel 1280.

have you seen this shit?

also, do we think the shitty "free movies" section exists only for the purpose of luring us into purchasing a good one?

i mean cause once you're there, lets be honest-- you do a little a-z window shopping, don't you.
and if the notebook is available, you buy it.
don't you.

you are who you're with.

watching the original superman (having been considerably disappointed by his return),
it occurs to me:

why do all supervillains surround themselves with the biggest, and i mean the biggest, numbskulls?










are they too competitive?
are they at heart no better than pretty girls who only befriend and date fuggos?
perhaps. even so.
i mean, i understand not wanting to be threatened, but this is ridiculous.
surely there is something in between numbskull and genius.
surely there is some middle ground.
you know, something analagous to the plain and festively plump.

edit: jodie sweetin

darling. full house darling.

i apologize.

fourth grade science

so i was watching the "plum hamptons" channel last night
(such a thing does indeed exist)
and i came across a tv show by these two fellows:

neistat.com

would you look at that.
plum hamptons knows good television.


in other news, full house darlong jodie sweetin is set to host
the "pants off dance off" marathon on the fuse network.
another choice program. i know i tivoed it.