The Harry Potter saga, if it had been filmed by John Hughes. You know, there’s a certain part of me (the 80′s part) that can’t help but think this would have been way better.
according to the YouTube, I’m supposed to credit this to ’Thewlis Rox’ @ davidthewlis.net so, thereyago!
In related news, click over the jump to today’s celebrity gossip links.
Emma Watson and Cameron Adams/Hermione Granger and Himmione Grainghim
via Gawker
This right here? This is the streams crossing. This is the polarity reversing back on itself and swallowing its own tail. This, my friends and stalkers, is the moment for which the celebrity-internet culture was made. Even if it did mortify one of them into deleting his Twitter account (after tweeting a no-doubt-heartfelt “Awkward!“).
This is a picture of fresh-faced ingenue Emma Watson and her perky gay pornalike, Cameron Adams, who played Himmione Grainghim in the extremely NSFchirruns Whorry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Balls.
SFW no, but amusing, yes. Yes, yes, YES!
From commenter JamesFromCambridge comes this positively magical trailer.
And I’m spent! If you’re not, toddle over to that comments section on Gawker for the biggest damn roundup of filthy Potter puns this side of Repressed Housewife Fanficdom!
Or you could just click past the jump and read some more gossip, if you’ve got the endurance! Once more into the breeches!
Ia! Ia! Baby work it! Insanely fabulous!
First things first: who knew the frozen tundra was absofuckingloutely roasting in the summertime? I guess 24 hours of sunlight and no clouds, ever, will do that to you.
The remedy? BOOZE POPS! I’m wondering what kind of rum I can get at the liquor store to mix into these, because the freezer I’ve got can turn a bottle of lukewarm coke into a coke slurpee in about 15 minutes.
Everybody dance now!
via Brosnakes
Yeah, okay. Maybe just that one guy dance, and everybody else watch him. And here I thought hipsters couldn’t move in those skinny pants! The fact that he performs this (and you really have to give it more than 30 seconds) in what looks like the setting for the world’s seediest amateur porn only makes the whole thing more fabulous.
Now that we’ve set the mood, the guests have started to arrive. The occasion, in case you’re wondering: a joint party (no puns, I hate smelly, dull people who mumble nonstop about pizza) for the birthdays of Julian Assange and myself. And look: everyone’s sitting down to dinner.
Happy Birthday, Mister President of Wikileaks
Who else was there? Oh, all the top celebrities. And what did they talk about? Each other, of course. And if you click over the jump to the celebrity gossip roundup, you’ll be able to read the whole thing.
Lady Gaga meets Judas Priest. FAR better than you’d expect, I promise.
I TOLD you! Now, here are your rushed-for-time celebrity gossip links for a Friday night:
Vancouver Riots in Lego by Kimli
I guess you could say that’s looking on the bright side. Turning riots into art is a very 21st Century response.
Speaking of art, here is Lani Russworm’s amazing shot of the smoke rising from Downtown. It gives you some perspective on what this riot is doing to our city, and what kind of city it is.
Vancouver tonight. And how was YOUR evening?
I dunno if you’ve been following sports tonight, but I can’t say as it brings me much joy to be in Vangroover tonight: neither because of the loss nor because of the dumbass riots. Yes, we have Ed Hardy-wearing douchebags here, too.
Vancouver Fuck Calm
So, if you could use a Unicorn Chaser too, here are a lovely roundup of brain-soothing landscapes. Let your imagination pick one and drift away, possibly with the aid of a stiff cocktail or eight.
Manége de l'Hotel de Ville, Paris 1er, France by Gaston Bastini
Sure, t could be considered childish, and you’re just going round in circles, but the view is fabulous and the company charming and decorative.
Or if you’d like to opt out of adulthood altogether, there’s always this perennial favorite:
I only want a one way ticket
A one-way ticket will be just fine, thank you.
Treehouse of the Elder Gods
I think this is where Julian Assange and I will live once he’s paroled. If these cedars are rockin’, don’t come knockin’.
And finally, I’ll let you in on my retirement plans. Screw Florida!
Goodbye, Cruel World! Hello New, Improved World!
It’s true: I’d dump Assange in a Cair Paravel minute if Caspian would give me the time of day.
Sigh. There, feel better? Good. Now let’s read some trivia celebrity gossip links and forget all about those nasty, nasty uni-ball-having, hockey-not-playing rioting protoplasms.
