Monthly Archives: January 2011

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Harry Potter on the Bible

Oh dear, looks like somebody’s mad enough to curdle butterbeer!

Harry Potter will kick Judas' ass
Harry Potter will kick Judas’ ass

From JarOfHearts:

JUDAS WAS HIS FRIEND

AND HE BETRAYED HIM

HE

WAS

HIS

FRIEND

Oh dear. This will not end well.

Let’s change the subject, shall we? Howabout something nice and fluffy, like some gossip links? Wouldn’t that be nice? Sure it would:

Backstage with Dali (raincoaster)

Fresh Heiress (Ayyyy)

Who’s the Boss? (ManoloFood)

Don Draper, Math Man (Lolebrity)

The first step is admitting you have a problem, Gwyneth (AgentBedhead)

Jack Sparrow to fly again (BusyBeeBlogger)

Your annual Taylor Swift post-breakup “learning experience” post (CeleBitchy)

Boy takes Backstreet to Rehab (CelebDirtyLaundry)

Christina Hendricks, nudie Juggalo? (CelebritySmack)

Snowman of the damned (CityRag)

Imminent arrival puts crimp in Kate Hudson’s dating game (DailyStab)

Rachel Zoe repurposes (GirlsTalkinSmack)

Justin Bieber is allergic to stunt casting (HaveUHeard)

Too much macho in one photo (INeedMyFix)

Oprah cheeses out (PopBytes)

Yet another legacy model zones out (TheSkinny)

There, all better.

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Backstage with Dali

Dali and flying cats by philippe halsman

Dali and flying cats by philippe halsman

Oh, it looks easy (okay, it looks impossible) but the amount of work this shot actually took is truly mind-boggling, most particularly when you realize there were cats involved. Yes, cats: Chihuahuas in alter form, fanged knick-knacks, short-tempered, incontinent attention sinkholes (huh, maybe they`re Mickey Rourke in alter form) in the shape of naked mole rats. Evil to the core.

It`s amazing to me nobody was killed during the shoot.

Dali and flying cats takes one through six

Dali and flying cats takes one through six. DUCK!

Then, undoubtedly, he killed the secretary and made her into a light fixture for a dinner party with the Duchess of Windsor. And the cats, too.

And now, speaking of viciousness and fanged, clawed, and bad-tempered things, let`s get to some gossip links:

The Julian Assange coloring book (raincoaster)

It! Is! Time! (Ayyyy)

King of the Road (Manolofood)

Chuck Norris fears this man (Lolebrity)

Interview with raincoaster (SurveyMagnet)

Beastie Boys beat 2010 (AgentBedhead)

Owen Wilson…daddy? (BusyBeeBlogger)

Demi Lovato morphing into Demi Moore? (CelebDirtyLaundry)

Natalie Portman is a cannibal! (CeleBitchy)

Hold it against Britney (CelebritySmack)

Michael Douglas has left Tumortown (DailyStab)

Famous people: VERY different from you and me (GirlsTalkinSmack)

Natalie Portman in World’s Ugliest Maternity Dress (HaveUHeard)

Sandra Bullock simultaneously beats Jesse James AND ScarJo (INeedMyFix)

The verdict on holding it against Britney (PoorBritney)

Who invited TomKat? (PopBytes)

Mila Kunis gets real about weight (TheSkinny)

Empress Gaga? President Gaga? (EvilBeet)

Victoria Beckham to switch to flats in 6 months or so (GabbyBabble)

Trailer parks of the world wild for Bieber, apparently (FitFabCeleb)

Sy-Phillis! Cloris Leachman`s talent is contagious! (Movieline)

 

 

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Operation Global Media Domination: The SurveyMagnet Edition

Total Information Awareness

Scientia est Potentia

Well, it’s been a bang-up start to the weekend what with all the pointless internet drama and all. There may only be three commenters, but they’re refreshing their screens like maniacs to see if I’ve replied yet. Well, if McDonalds can say “it’s all parts” I guess I can reconcile myself to “it’s all pageviews” but it’s still rather lowering the standard around here. At least the Albanian trolls were fun.

But this isn’t a post about that! Oh no! No indeedy! It is a post about my interview going live on SurveyMagnet. This was originally scheduled for weeks and weeks ago, but a two month medical leave rather puts a crimp in such self-promotional activities. Anyway, the interview is up, and I’m happy to promote it here, particularly because it’s all about Lolebrity, a blog I’m trying to pimp out to a positively JonBenet-ian level.

A snippet:

4) What is the craziest/most interesting exchange you’ve seen in your blog comments and why?

Well, there are very few comments on Lolebrity, except for the pervs looking for more Miley Cyrus boobs, but on another of my sites I did once get into a flamewar with the nation of Albania, and when it comes to the dialogue on the existence of fairies in Devonshire, well, I’ve got a corner on the market, with over 2000 comments on that particular raincoaster.com post.

Well, what are you still doing here? Go over there and read the damn thing; how am I supposed to get famous if you don’t? Eh?

 

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Julian Assange Coloring Book Guest Post by Swifter

Julian Assange in custody. At least Swifter let him keep his cup of cocoa.

Julian Assange in custody. At least Swifter let him keep his cup of cocoa.

Ante? UPPED!

When I asked Swifter if I could repurpose this from the crosstalk thread he replied:

Sure, as long as you tell people that I say it’s where he belongs. You may add whatever other commentary you wish from your own viewpoint, of course.

To which I replied, quite naturally, that my own thoughts on this image were far too kinky to post on a nice, family-friendly blog like mine. And now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s difficult to type with no hands free…

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The Julian Assange Coloring Book: yes, this exists

Julian is feeling a little blue today. Won't you cheer him up?

Julian is feeling a little blue today. Won't you cheer him up?

Yes, the world contains wonders. The latest marvel is this perfect gem of a book, the Julian Assange Coloring Book. Just a smidge too late for Christmas, dagnabbit! That’s the bad news: the good news is that this exists and it’s free! Download away! Or you can colour them right on the site with their charmingly primitive digital tools. If you want, you can even email your finished artwork back to the website as JPG attachments and they’ll post them in the gallery. How exciting for you, when Julian himself (oh, are we dreaming? Is it too much to imagine him at the end of a work day, exhausted, pale, just surfing the interwebs for a little entertainment on a long, lonely night in a ten-bedroom mansion in the snow-covered English countryside?

Where was I?

Right, closing the parenthetical, so here you go) when Julian Himself, I say, stumbles across your humble effort. His tired eyes open wide in surprise. He starts in his chair. A Spode cup with the dregs of cocoa in it crashes to the floor. Is this a threat? Is this a joke? Is this a ploy of some kind? but then he relaxes as he realizes that, no, there’s nothing hostile here. A smile plays across his lips, at first tenative, then coy, then satisfied, happy, in on the gentle jest. Ah, that’s better, isn’t it Julian?