my dream house: the floorplan

It should be Lambos, not Ferraris, but otherwise this sounds pretty good. The only problem is, it seems to give everyone pretty much the same result.

From Nag on the Lake, via Mastercowfish.

Your home is a

Rough Muse’s Mansion

Your kitchen is only used when the weather won’t permit barbecuing. There’s a pantry stocked with beef jerky. Oh, and deer jerky. Your master bedroom has a bedside table with a pad for writing down late-night inspirations. Your study has a locked plexiglass gun case filled with stuff that would make the A-Team jealous. And Al Qaeda. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.Your home also includes a gallery of your favorite works — the originals, of course. Your guests enjoy your animatronic replica of the cantina at Mos Eisley. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream House!

Quick filler boogie post

I am, thanks to the crisis-aversion actions taken by, respectively in order of the order they action-took, devblog, Sean Heather, and The Sister, getting my groove back, somewhat. Sean also stuffed me with exotic meats and cheeses (a godsend to those of us who live with raw vegan chef-types; my cholesterol count was getting dangerously low) while Kurtis plied me with succulent sherry so rich and voluptuous that Jay-Z tried to chat it up. Ah, I love working for the hospitality industry!

In any case, here’s a nice ten-minute Mylene Farmer megamix to both express the return of my groovitude and uh, fill the blog up and hold you until I write something better. And now I’m off to hit the grocery store like Katrina hit the Gulf Coast. Oh, there will be Brie on the ceiling by the time I’m done with it, you wait and see! I am the Sam Peckinpah of shoppers!

Will it Blend: Chuck Norris edition

“There are only two kinds of bad guys. Live bad guys, and the ones who’ve met Chuck Norris.”

This has got to be the single best blender marketing video the universe has ever witnessed, and if you doubt it, click for yourselves.

We’ve really been struggling to find something that could challenge the Total Blender’s blending capabilities. What could we blend that’s stronger than anything we’ve ever blended?
Then it hit us like a roundhouse kick to the face…Chuck Norris!

Hat-tip to Stiletto, for the inspiration to post it.

Brian Atene: don’t cry for me, Chris Crocker

Or, do. Don’t hold back, bro. Let it out. We’re all upset Atene isn’t releasing any new vids.

At last, YouTube Superstars Brian Atene and Chris Crocker: together again for the first time!

via Defamer, and btw did you know that the heretofor dignified FFE is one of Chris Crocker’s neighbors? Oh yes, thereby hangs a tale, no doubt. By its pink frosted acrylic nails.

[UPDATE: POOPYCACA: the eedjut took it down.
I post it and within half an hour, he’s kilt it. Did we ever go out? No reason I ask…]

Here’s your consolation prize: an apparently naked, fully mature
and partially drunk Brian Atene performing a scene from Brokeback Mountain

and his original audition tape (also known as Good DAY, Mister Kubrick) is here

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RIP: Marcel Marceau est mort

Words fail me, so here:

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