Operation Global Media Domination: Egg Day

TIADon’t ask me why. Blog works in mysterious ways. But today, if you’ll just scroll down and see, is Egg Day. If you’re feeling generous, you can even include the post from yesterday about the trichinosis worms (I mean, it’s the eggs that getcha, right? and there were millions of the wee buggers, so that’s gotta count for at least one, right?).

But it’s a sure bet that Egg Day is not gonna rock the same hits as Gay Pirate Day.

Yesterday we welcomed many, many intellectuals to our blog; for one thing, they loved to hate on the Margaret Atwood. For another, their searches included Nobel Prize winners, Geoffrey Chaucer, the New Testament, and a poignant question about whether or not The Scorpions still count as celebrities.

No.

On the other hand, today they’re back looking for that elusive Narnia Porn. Other searched-for items included free porn movies of nutty sex yelling sex porn SOMALI SEX MOVIE somali porn movies aslan porn. And Mitsou, but that’s hardly an improvement. So here, for all you pervy, unsatisfied, yet counted-on-an-equal-basis-with-Ernest-Hemingway-scholar fetishists, we present your Narnia fix:

Narnia

Thought for the Day

Not that this is related in any way, shape, form, dosage or avatar to the previous post

sigh

Loneliness

George of the Concrete Jungle

George of the Night

So have you heard the one about George Clooney? Not the Mr. X-ism, I mean, aren't we all perfectly aware that if he didn't Lothariorize Teri Hatcher he should have and if he did she's at least had that much more of George Clooney than the rest of us and bitch should just STFU.So not that one. This one:

George Clooney's Evil Plan Succeeds

On Friday, via an email sent from his publicist Stan Rosenfield, Oscar-winning ER doctor George Clooney commanded the masses to sabotage Gawker Stalker by sending us fake submissions. And oh, how they’ve responded to Clooney’s battle cry — our inbox was indeed flooded with hundreds of sightings, almost all of which were of George Clooney. We’re sure that’s exactly what he meant.

Just saw George Clooney at the Peninsula. He had a mustard stain on his jacket, was kissing a Mexican woman and eating a watermelon.

George Clooney has been sighted in Portland, Oregon! He was walking downtown by the Schnitzer Concert Hall and was wearing jeans with a hole in the knee (guess business isn’t too good!) and a long-sleeved grey/blue shirt.

i saw George in Philadelphia at Le Bec Fin’, a high end restaraunt in the heart of the city. He was very brief in his entrance and I believe he snuck out the back b/c i NEVER SAW HIM LEAVE THROUGH THE FRONT!

I saw george clooney outside the gawker.com offices just a minute ago.

Actually, that last one might be true. [Follow the Clooney and old ladylink and get] a taste of of the weekend email Clooneython, which has utterly destroyed our ability to grasp reality.

But, like, which would you rather have: reality, or George Clooney? Exactly. Meantime, here is one I sent in:

Saw George at about one this afternoon, turning tricks on Vancouver's Downtown EastSide, working the corner of Princess and Hastings. A couple of hours later he tried to get a burger at the Ovaltine Cafe, but he was drunk and sloppy and they threw him out. Later, I saw him helping a little old Vietnamese lady across the street. He stopped a Hummer with his bare hands.

Operation Global Media Domination: weekend operating procedures

TIAFYI for anyone out there who is going to check the blog over the weekend; there probably won’t be much added here. Not only do I normally try to take the weekend off , but WordPress isn’t working in Internet Explorer right now okay, all fixed now. As well, an old friend is in town and I hope to be away from the keyboard, doing fun things.

There are 150+ entries here you can scroll through or just play with the tags to find everything you ever wanted to know about Giant Squid, Curling, or Aki Beam.

Fug off

The Fuggers strike again! Take a gander at Courtney Love here…

Daffy Duck

Courtney Love's Beak of Death

 

 

 

 

 

 

Theriously, what you looking at?

How do you like my kicky little necktie? Ithn’t it totally Dreth for Thucceth as reinterpreted for the new millenium? No, Dreth for Thucceth. DRETH FOR THUCCETH! Thop acting like you don’t underthand me! I THREAR I WILL THROW THITH MICROPHONE THAND AT YOUR HEAD!