An Aussie. An actor. A rocker. A rowdy. A noted student of the laws of physics as they pertain to the momentum of a thrown telephone.
Not exactly a recipe for a kindly father figure, you’d think. To everyone’s surprise, you’d be wrong, at least if you were thinking of Russell Crowe.
Thirteen-year-old Texas superfan Nicole Garcia was tweeting at and about her favorite celebrities one day (Crowe, Benedict Cumberbatch, Matt Smith, and the list goes on) when, to her surprise and amazement, one of them tweeted back. To everyone’s surprise and amazement, the exchange was perfectly adorable, and we give it here.
The Twitter exchange was screencapped and posted to Tumblr, where it received 127,052 reblogs, likes, and comments, although the original post has now been deleted.
In case you’re wondering, she DID do her homework. Russell Crowe, your work here is done!
@russellcrowe I'm doing my math homework. Gosh, stop yelling.
You know what they say: politics is showbusiness for ugly people.
Ladies and gentlemen of #DramaSec, fans of flamewars, internet drama divas, and audience members: we at the ol’ raincoaster blog are proud to present the first-ever roundup of #DramaSec power ballads. If Music is the universal language (although Money is making a strong showing lately) then let the universe ring with the sound of our over-the-top and senseless interpersonal drama, full of sound and fury and signifying nothing.
And now The Adrian Lamo Blues. Not so much a power ballad as political hipster neo-folk, but who can resist a banjo, eh?:
The next one is hard. It’s almost impossible to determine which of these is more awesome, but for very different reasons. And I’m too lazy to look up how to code a table in HTML so they go side by side, so here it is in order of jaw-droppingness, from the lesser to the greater.
And now, the musical apotheosis of the internet phenomenon known as #DramaSec. If you’re an impatient type, start it at 3:31. If you enjoy insidery jokes about countries to which you’ve never been, watch the whole thing. And do not doubt me when i say this is the apotheosis of awesomenosity. Words, my friends: They will fail you as they failed me.
Julian Assange performing an 80’s power ballad with updated WikiLeaks lyrics while wearing a righteous mullet:
I WARNED YOU ALL!!!! I warned you, and you laughed, didn’t you, or at least you lol’d and posted it to Twitter. I know you, you and your lol-ing, Twitter-posting ways.
But you didn’t take it seriously, and now look what’s happened while you were off posting cat pictures to Facebook: they’ve begun to spread. The first Flying Orca, as previously reported, was spotted in BC, as was the first known Flying Humpback Whale. The Cascadia region is a well-known refuge for cryptids, from the noble Sasquatch to the mighty Ogopogo, and not forgetting the endangered Pacific Tree Octopus. Now according to the Daily Mail, the terrifying Flying Orca been spotted off the coast of Mexico. Obviously they have a means of long-distance communication that not even the NSA can detect!
Meanwhile, under the sea, all has become a deranged orgy of climate change-inspired breeding and cannibalism! It’s like a Russ Myers/Roger Corman film starring the Deep Ones!
But it gets worse.
Just as normally-submarine predators have taken to the skies, so too have voracious land-based killing machines begun to encroach on environments in which they were previously unknown.
That’s right: you are not safe on the land, in the air, or on the sea. Sleep well. As for me, I’m off to buy a shovel and start digging.
Make way for Megalodon! Now boarding in rows OH SHIT to WE’RE FUCKED.
Well, as I mentioned in the previous post, I have returned from Ruralopolis. I have returned, my friends, only to find Katehad her baby when I wasn’t around to cover it, Jennifer Aniston is probably married, Dennis Farina is dead, and the Daily Dot got hacked by the Syrian Electronic Army. Fuck, that’s the last time I go on vacation! Everything falls to pieces without me.
But for those of you who’ve been following my Flickr stream, you’ll know I haven’t been idle. I’ve been dashing about from Hither, a sprawling metropolis featuring actual hitching posts, to Yawn, the megalopolis which boasts not one! but two! mini golf courses, and taking pictures all along the way and particularly of the food. So I didn’t leave Vancouver behind me completely. I wasn’t expecting much in the way of entertainment, and was not disappointed. One night we could listen to the coyotes while sitting in the hot tub sipping wine, and that was quite enough excitement for me after the year I’ve had.
Imagine, then, my astonishment to come across an amazing musical duo, deep in the heart of the northernmost reaches of the Great Sonora Desert! These guys apparently play sold-out stadium shows all over, in the big urban centres, from the Spallumcheen to Olalla, not neglecting the Rez-taurant in Ruralopolis. Enjoy their soothing sounds and sophisticated syncopations as they lay down some slick lounge grooves.
Oh sure, if you’ve got nothing to hide, why not stay in a glass bubble? I suggest those people be forced to stay in these rooms. But not glass bubbles; nobody wants to see the hair on their backs.
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