from, obviously, Defamer, who scored the stalker report of all stalker reports from an overheated Blue Velvet fan who recognized his icon, sitting calmly at the corner of Hollywood and La Brea with two large posters promoting his latest film, Inland Empire.
And a cow.
No, we don’t know why. It’s David Fucking Lynch; does there always have to be a why?
aka 45 Years Later
passed along by Archie from something he saw on the web:
“Mrs. Peel taught me that strength and confidence are even more feminine than finding the perfect outfit and Mr. Steed taught me that a man shines most brilliantly when he doesn’t block the light of the woman sitting next to him.”
from MSNBC, which I always wanted to hate but which has, too often, far, far too often, taken up the slack that CNN has left as it happily knits itself into a fluffy, news-free straightjacket.
Man 1, Machine 0.
That’s at least one vote that can’t be interfered with; too bad the same cannot be said of the others in the machine. Or, indeed, the rest of the US.
“He came in here very peaceably and showed his ID, then he got on the machine and just snapped,” volunteer Gladys Pezoldt told the Morning Call of Allentown.
Liberated in the name of the people from Gawker, and just in time for the election.
raincoaster 