This whole thing reminds me of what happened in the 1860's when Videogum was delivered strictly via Pony Express, but then the telegraph was invented, and everyone was all like, 'What's up with the almost instantaneous communication? It takes so much less time to craft!' and there was a huge rift for a while until everyone united over hating bustles. Then we all charleston'd straight into the pool! Those were seriously the good old days. Gabe remembers.
I love this. I will do anything Tobias Funke of the Lotteries tells me to do!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go buy a semi-automatic weapon and a notebook.
A++ ep of Brian Fellow's Safari Planet! ("That goat has devil eyes...")
Also, all of this Wu-Tang talk leads me to suggest an exciting possible TOFTT opportunity: entering the "Become the Next Wu-Tang General" contest ... http://bit.ly/9iFb0f
You are not kidding! It literally took me three sittings to finish it. I could feel myself aging while it dragged on and on and I don't mean aging backward, either.
Man, it's all about the source with this kind of crazy, though? Because if a different 5'6" fireball sporting bowl-cut bangs was responsible for this video, this Californian would be lining up at her local polling place right now to vote her in. Vi$$er for Senator 2010!
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Don't underestimate the danger posed by scrapbooking enthusiasts ... they've been known to cut a bitch with a pair of those whimsically-shaped scissors.
I think the thing I resent the most about Jay Leno is that he has made me despise him on a visceral level, because in spite of hating ON most everything in pop culture I don't actually hate/wish violence on many people in this world. But I have a deep urge to punch Jay Leno in the ovaries, and that feeling makes me even angrier.
I'm a Christian and I'm praying to Jesus this is a fake because SPEECHLESS.
On a superficial note, though, that is one top-notch A+++ collection of photos of pets looking longingly out windows.
Hmm. Actually, getting super-rich, super-unqualified celebs as guests judges is the only way I would ever watch this show... and to that end, I submit Gwyneth. I would love to see how she tries to nourish some middle-aged couple from Wichita's inner aspect with her wise, wise words.
This is exactly what I've been saying our elections in California have needed for years! Sheep, laser eyes, terrifying costumes, super-intuitive acronyms, and lightning. This ad is clearly a personal gift to me.
I actually feel hugely relieved. Those other videos gave me the same feeling I get from watching back to back episodes of Hoarders and Intervention--riveted but vaguely dirty. Now that I know they're not on meth (probably) and their haircuts are art, I feel better! Also, dude can rock a sewing machine ... helllloooo, Max Normal!
I watched these an hour ago and the 'butterfly' chorus is still stuck on repeat in my head and the little old man/boy is still haunting my mindgrapes. Should have been tagged NSFW (Nightmare Stuff for Weeping).
Yes! I was just wondering how get enthusiastic about picking for my Oscar pool, and this is the ticket--imaginary romantic comedy plot. Two exes who loathe each other get nominated for all of the same Oscar categories. Sparks fly when they exchange flirty insults at a press conference. She finds him in a quiet corner of the Kodak Theatre before the ceremony and they start reminiscing about old times, but just as they're about to kiss he whispers 'I see you' in Na'vi and she remembers he's a smug old Fraggle-haired douche who thinks he invented movies and bails. She wins all the awards and he ends up killing himself because Pandora doesn't exist. Then she marries Clive Owen! The end.
Gah! Well, that was the tipping point ... natural disasters + this video=Official End Timez. Now I have to Netflix 'Left Behind' and start DVR'ing Pat Robertson. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING
Kill Bill 3.0“Telephone”