Here’s our boy George getting busy with the lovely and talented (if somewhat underfed) Tilda Swinton. Somehow I knew, deep within myself (right about there, to be specific) that he would be just as thoughtful as he is decorative.
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Yes, as promised it’s the twin princes of darkness, the Anti-Piteras. Nick Cave, the Black Crow King, and Shane McGowan, patron saint of immoderation, performing Louis Armstrong‘s own ode to joy, What a Wonderful World. Lyrics after the jump.
Do y’all know Nick Pitera? You should. He’s rather a sensation over in YouTubelandia: not only is he cute, not only does he have a distinctive style of dress (someone said he looked like Waldo from “Where’s…“), not only is he in the final year of a BFA in animation, and not only is he a gifted baritone, but he’s also a gifted countertenor. He has, in the past, performed some Disney tunes, and if they don’t give him a contract before he’s out of school they’re not as smart as they should be.
Click to play Nick Pitera singing a duet with himself of Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men‘s One Sweet Day.
One small confession: I was actually going to post Shane McGowan and Nick Cave doing What a Wonderful World, but alas, YouTube won’t let me play any Shane vids tonight. Seems like an odd thing to have a conspiracy to prevent, but then, I have enemies in high places. Sure I do.
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No, I’m not one to talk.
No, of course not. Perish the very thought!
I mean, it’s been six years since I saw a dentist other than, you know, casually in the street or maybe in the lineup at Starbucks and even then, it’s hard to tell that they’re dentists you know: they don’t exactly run around wearing white coats and rubber gloves, dragging a drill, the smell of formaldehyde, and an anxious receptionist with a clipboard behind them all the time.
Sometimes, sure.
But still, what with my gravity-free wisdom teeth and multiple crossaddictions to the tooth-staining substances in coffee, red wine, and the blood of innocents, my dentation cannot be said to be up to Osmond standard. Not to put too fine a point on it, if you made a wedding dress the colour of my molars everyone would assume you were not only experienced, you were in half-mourning.
But there are those, even those whose job it is to be photographed expensively, whose teeth put mine to shame. Although there is debate about the subject, the chainsmoking, red-wine-swilling Helena Bonham Carter cannot be counted among them. While stained, her choppers still resemble human teeth, unlike those of this man:
The Diddymaw will. not. close. Has he done so much coke that he can’t breathe through his nose anymore? I thought that shit was supposed to eat a hole through your septum…surely it should open up the passageways, rather than close them down, presuming, of course, that he doesn’t use his sinuses to store, warehouse-like, condom-wrapped packages of marching powder.
Like this woman:
Don’t get me wrong: her teeth are nice and clean. No, I think the problem with Amy Winehouse‘s teeth is that her substance-laced post-nasal drip has simply started to dissolve them.
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2.0. For 1.0, see here.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have done it. I have broken CNN. As of two days ago, when you use the CNN Search the Web function for the scholarly term “Viggo Women Friends” my blog is the #1 search result.
And for damn good reason. Yew betcha.
Now, if someone could only tip him off… he’s about three years late and his mate is getting cold… did I say “mate?” Why, I meant “yerba mate” of course!
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