There are no words.

Well, piffle ( Read more... )

Okay, I'll be blunt: How many of you care if the new POTC is good or not, as long as Johnny prances, Orlando glowers (heroically) and Keira is feisty, in her special, bony way? I feel a poll coming on... yes, here it is...

Poll The Aesthetics of Arrrrr!!!

Thanks to mariannec for the heads up on this. In his latest e-mail to his fansite, Jason Isaacs -- a.k.a. Sex in a Mansuit -- wrote (italics mine):

You may have seen by now that Viggo Mortensen has signed up to do Good next year... jitters aside, it’ll be great to finally get it started and I think Viggo’s a fabulous choice. Hope he thinks the same about ( Read more... )

Fun: A conversation with William Gibson, with whom I've just spent a half-hour talking about memes, Snakes on a Plane and the sublime (in the Kantian sense) for an article on SoaP and viral marketing. I've said it before, but it bears repeating, yo: It's always a pleasure to interview someone with a fine and creative brain. Because y'know? In my ( Read more... )

All is suckage.

I'm still reading all of you and will post soon about a few fun things.

As for the rest... nah, don't wanna talk about it. Can't. Let's just say I'm doing the dance of mortality, as we all do at some point. I'm fine.

Fuck the Academy. Crash, my ass. That facile piece of shit.

He has the face of Paul Rubens, the hair of Nick Nolte, and the fashion sense of a gay dolphin caught in a fishing net while reenacting a scene from Showgirls. What's not to love about U.S. Olympic figure skater Johnny Weir?

I am waiting for Armistead Maupin to call me.
I am waiting for Armistead Maupin to call me.
I am waiting for Armistead Maupin to call me.
I am waiting for Armistead Maupin to call me.
I am waiting for Armistead Maupin to call me.
I am waiting for Armistead Maupin to call me.
I am waiting for Armistead Maupin to call me.

ETA: Finally, dude!

Overrun by wild mice. Infiltrated. INFESTED.

Cute! Malodorous! WAY TOO SMART TO VENTURE INTO THE LIVE TRAPS I'VE SET FOR THEM!!!!11!!!

They had babies in my bed while I was out of town.

Doom.

ETA: More singing kittens.