Torrential Frownpour :(
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Is glad he doesn’t live in Europe anymore.
And that the “Keep America Beautiful” campaign that this commercial was a part of, was actually one of the first examples of corporate greenwashing – which is an attempt to divert responsibility from industries that rely on disposable and planned obsolescence products, and put the responsibility onto the consumer that improperly disposes of them? It was paid for by Phillip Morris (cigarette butts) and I think the Aluminum Can Corporation of America (cans, duh) among others.
Complicated, table for 6 billion please?
This teaser footage would NOT make a good .gif. Seriously. NOT a good .gif.
Extra! Extra! Slow news day on the internet! Get ‘em while their hot!
When each of these guys dies and goes to heaven this will be their greeting party.
Why did he tattoo an iPod onto his right forearm?
Mad people make the funniest artwork.
Can we agree on that?
Since I value my fellow Monsters’ opinions I am watching the first episode on my Roku now. 10 minutes in, and LIKING IT. I like all these guys and gals.
“With moves like that he’ll be the great-great grandfather of at LEAST one thousands space-grandkids!”
- “Doc” Brown
My girlfriend was talking so much shit to me about Terry Gross last week when I mentioned listening to her talk about America’s fascination with the World Cup. She worked with Terry Gross a few years ago and said this: “Terry Gross is an ugly hypocritical bitch who rails celebrities on her show for driving around in SUVs, and then drives herself home in an Escalade! She’s horrible!” … My girlfriend probably wants an Escalade herself, but I don’t know… She just gets so mad about things!
“We hate free publicity.”
- Sony Pictures Enter-LAME-ment Copyright Crew
I grew up in the South (Louisiana specifically; I Hate U BP Nev Forget), but I’ve visited New York. It’s a different kind of “sunlight reflected one million times back and forth in every direction off of concrete, glass, steel, and puddles of urine and Snickers wrappers everywhere” kind of heat, so yeah. I can respect Gabe’s complaining.
Forget it Gabe. It’s Charitytown.
Hehe. I wish I had a Birdie to watch the game with.
Definitely prefer THIS version from my childhood.
“We have a sofa in our restroom, and you’ll always wonder why.”
- Ladies of The Daily Show
Big pats on the back to you for providing that bit. When it played I said to myself, “Now if a man had answered that, NO BIT!” Or I guess they could have dubbed in a woman’s voice… But still, you are great for being there and saying that.
My friends and I had a small party to celebrate the premiere of “Louie.” We howled with laughter (obvs) through both episodes, but the mood afterward was, “Better enjoy this while it lasts.” Regarding that interview Gabe posted yesterday, I think Louis is right about compelling characters being more interesting and oftentimes funnier than television’s standard comedic characters, but I don’t know… It just felt like something was slightly off kilter. I honestly think he’s handicapping himself on production value again like he did with “Lucky.” Somebody give Louis C.K. some actual fucking money please so he’ll stop having to do everything himself in iMovie! I like the control he has of course, but just give the guy enough capital to hire some talented support.
A note on the “moment of pause” since you’re curious. A great writer named Barry Hannah wrote that “Death may be the mother of beauty, and sorrow and frustration are usually tied up in beauty in some way. But the pause, the pause between impulse and action; that makes beauty more times than you’re aware of.” … But PSYCHE!!! I’m just into crazy shit so I wanted to see it!
The BEST stuff happens when working nights at motels. My buddy was the night manager of a Ramada Inn in Louisiana, and Tom Sizemore was staying there for a few weeks while filming some bull shit. Every night he’d have the worst hookers with him, and occasionally he’d come to the desk wanting to mail packages, but the packages would have no addresses on them. The night clerks would always say, “We’re sorry Mr. Sizemore, but we cannot mail these packages!” and he’d just get angry and walk away leaving the packages. We were in my friend’s office at the Ramada Inn when he told me this story and I asked, “Well what the hell was in the packages?” He pulled out a stack of open bubble envelopes with no addresses (just stamps) and pulled out a CD labeled “Tom Sizemore Sex Art” in Tom Sizemore’s shitty handwriting. We popped it in his computer and he showed me a bunch of pictures of Tom Sizemore having sex with the hookers, but they had an effect on them that just made them all “heat vision” Predator style pictures. “Tom Sizemore Sex Art,” ladies and gentlemen. The best stuff happens when working late into the night at motels. I rest my case.
Where’s the move called “shorts under my jorts”?
Who separated Jeremy London and Brendan Fraser at birth by the way?