There are a bunch of litter louts terrorizing England. Cut it out! Describes Arborath:
A neighbourhood group in Leicester is so annoyed with people dropping litter that it is filming the offenders and posting the videos online. So far 18 clips have been uploaded and anyone who can recognise the culprits is being asked to contact the group.
These guys are worse than the cavity creeps! SHADOWHARE, WHERE ARE YOU?
Incidentally, today's featured Litter Lout, Litter Lout #15, should probably be arrested a number of charges, including dance, tie, and hair*.
*Ed. Note: This story isn't really that interesting, but I wanted to be able to make jokes about Litter Louts in the future, because LITTER LOUTS!, and this way you will get what I am talking about.
From the ol' Paul Rudd Google Alert: someone took illicit video of Paul Rudd and Reese Witherspoon shooting a scene for their upcoming romantic dramedy currently titled "The Untitled James L. Brooks Project" in the Adams Morgan neighborhood in D.C. Nothing really happens in it, but that's what makes it fascinating (at least to me). On some level we all know how boring, frustrating, and exhausting it must be to actually act in movies, but for the most part we're not privy to that part of the job. But, man, how much like real work does this look?
Being a celebrity does have to be a living hell to some extent. I'm not saying that it doesn't come with a lot of pretty exceptional perks, and of course it's annoying when celebrities complain about their fame, but you can see how it makes some people go crazy in their brains. You're constantly being followed and harassed. Every decision you make is cataloged for scrutiny and ridicule. It's not even an issue of lack of privacy anymore, this is just straight up aggression. Opposite privacy. Our celebrity culture is like some kind of hardcore Psy-Ops developed to incapacitate enemies. It's awful! Let these people get their Starbucks and ignore their children in peace!
But when life gives you paparazzi lemons, make ridiculous mindfuckade. That's Zachary Quinto's motto. He put it on Cafe Press t-shirts and everything (he did not put it on Cafe Press t-shirts). Seriously, this video of him just straight fucking with the paparazzi is great. Good for him. Good for the guy wearing a steak costume (WHOOPS, NO SPOILERS).
From the new video classics collection comes "World's Best Freakout," which took this weekend by storm with its tale of brotherly betrayal, deepest teenage despair, and, um, something weird involving a remote control. There are those who call it fake, but I like to think it's real. Also, this is an accurate portrayal of a teenage tantrum. Except for that remote control thing. This is what happens when you cancel your son's World Of Warcraft account:
So the other night at a baseball game, one of the groundskeepers, a young lady by the name of Robin Habisch, slipped and fell while helping the other (male) groundskeepers maniacally pull the rain tarp over the field. This resulted in humorous video (knowing she was okay) of poor Robin being dragged across the field before she realized she should let go and just walk out after the tarp was settled, which she eventually did, to crowd applause. Because the incident aired on TV, an ESPN FSN reporter cornered Robin and asked her questions about the her fall. People being interviewed on TV are usually either crazy or famous, so Robin's totally normal, slightly bewildered reaction ("I feel like an idiot, but I'm fine!) is rare and really likable.
As tempting as it is to get depressed by this GENIUS NY Mag video of diverse, yet uniformly insane David Letterman protesters at a rally outside his show last night, there are too many things that make it the most hilarious video we'll see today, like "You know what schmuck means in Jewish?" and "I only watch Fox News." Not to mention the guy with the "I Am A Right Wing Lunatic" sign, who should be a guest on Letterman, and the two dudes pretending to make out behind a hysterical woman. This video is so funny it almost makes up for the whole stupid Palin publicity stunt. Almost.
At this point, there is no sympathy left for the participants in reality television. Maybe there was some sympathy for them and the ways in which they were cruelly edited into villains or manipulated for public mockery back in 1994 when we were all much less savvy about these kinds of things, but we live in a post-Joe Millionaire world now. Anyone signing on to a reality TV show at this point knows exactly what they are in for, and desperate attention seekers get what desperate attention seekers deserve. But there is a new class of reality TV star emerging. I'm talking about the unwitting participant who suddenly gets sucked into the miserable drama, and then signs a legal waiver agreeing that he or she is willing to have their image used for public broadcast. These people are collateral damage in the reality TV warpath. Left broken and abused on the floor of the viewing party they probably hosted so that their family and friends could thrill to the sight of them on the magic box.
Today's highlight: Jon, the party bus driver from this weekend's Bridezilla's premiere (don't even worry about why I was watching this. I had to do something while I lifted weights and rolled my own cigarettes!).
So apparently last night Hugh Grant was leaving "celebrity and paparazzi hotspot" (ha!) The Waverly Inn, and was just walking along with his odd-hat-wearing companion, making some inane small talk with the paparazzi, calling them virgins or something, when one of them pointed him toward a cab and he just walked up and kicked the guy in the groin for no apparent reason. It's awesome.
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