Make it from scratch? Puh-leeze! There are easier ways to satisfy a craving for seafood. Who needs the real thing when Japan and McDonald‘s do fake so very well? This tag team of Giant Octopus and Enormo-CollossoGigantor Squid is enough to put any budding Iron Chef off.
stolen from Pink Tentacle, which has a collection of several such bizarre, Mel-Brooks-ish Japanese-Neanderthal-vs-Gigantic-Ancient-Beast commercials.
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Some of those New York intellectual types can be rather tightly wound. Here, the OriginalUnoriginal reports as eminence grise Harold Bloom, the king of litcrit heavyweights, Sterling Professor for the Humanities at Yale University, and Berg Professor of English and American Literature at New York University, goes apeshit on some hapless Pottermaniacs.
“It’s crap! It’s fucking crap! It’s double fucking crap!” He ranted at the assembly of overtly nerdy adults and blank-faced children – many wearing faux dark-rimmed glasses and wizard hats – who seemed more perplexed by Bloom’s sub-references than intimidated by his harangue.
“What’s a Northrop Frye?” one school-aged boy with an “I Heart Hogwarts” t-shirt asked his mother.
“I don’t know,” she responded. “Maybe some kind of breakfast special?”
He was taken away in an ambulance, attended closely by officers of the NYPD, but was expected to make a full recovery after a course of treatment at St. Mungo’s Hospital.
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Here it is, folks: the penultimate paragraph in the most hotly-anticipated book of all time. I stole it from Gawker, and have secreted it over the jump so as to preserve the innocence of any innocents who happen to stumble across the demented galaxy which is the ol’ raincoaster blog.
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There are no words for this…at least, none in English. Indeed, Bjork is obviously not the only kooky musical Icelander. This may not make Paul Oscar a global superstar, but whatever. It doesn’t matter. He’s still got his poetry.
blame Perez for passing it along.
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The sad tale of Harry Potter‘s pathetic adulthood of relentless, asexual underachievement. From the television series spun off from the movie based on the top-secret Eighth Harry Potter Book!!!! Oh, my life’s not worth a plugged nickel after releasing this to the public: that agent is going to kill me! Still, something about it is vaguely familiar.
stolen from Defamer
Sorry about the laugh track; it was the Seventies!
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