I’m not particularly a contrarian by trade, and one could probably categorize me in the hipster file if they were so inclined, but I’m about to lay some hate on an institution that I think deserves it. I think New York Comic Con is a buzzkill. I think it does a disservice to fans and fandoms and it’s time I put it on blast. Continue reading
The cavalcade of mixed reactions to the conclusion of the “Pamela” three-parter is indicative of something positive about a show; that it is so highly affective that individual people will have remarkably different reactions. My experience live-tweeting it was met with a great deal of support and a little bit of ire. It isn’t wrong for people to question my feminism after my ultimately positive response. One of the advantages of feminism(s) is that the reactions and beliefs are varied, and in this specific instance, I will be departing from the mainstream of feminism by saying that the conclusion of Louie S4 was beautiful.
Cut Copy’s Free Your Mind is less of an album and more of an auditory sermon. Some might think the overall uplifting message of the album is only mildly distinguishable from 70s drug odes inviting the withered masses to come get “higher.” Their work reads, to me, more like a nondenominational religious journey. Their shows feel like it, too. This weekend, at Terminal 5, I joined the cult of Cut Copy.
It’s pretty well established that James Franco is one of the coolest dudes ever in Hollywood. Not only has he shown his range in comedies like Pineapple Express and thrillers like 127 hours, James Franco had the guts to make a move perceived as regressive in the world of acting by getting a job on General Hospital. He’s also been historically weird by living his life and molding his persona in a way that is half art and half troll; were I a woman of means, I would also appear on magazine covers in sickeningly gorge drag and star in a movie where I play myself. If only he could appear as such on his Comedy Central roast tonight.
But, Arrested Development season four was kind of doomed from the start.
Niece and nephews are the best people ever. You get to enjoy their company and regress with them, and then send them home to their miserable parents and get full nights of sleep every night. The only drawback is that children are born evil. That’s right. Every child that you’ve ever loved is born with the essence of the devil inside. My five year old niece, Abby, enjoys playing with Legos, and is compiling a body count higher than Left 4 Dead. She also writes some of the worst dialogue I’ve ever been forced to sit through while watching a Lego play. And now, without furture ado, here is a dramatization of Abby’s theatrical masterpiece, “The Uncles of Deadness.”
Americans need to give their loyalty to Great Leader. The secret that we have not been told is that North Korea (BEST KOREA) supplies all of our food supplies and raw materials, purely out of their own goodness. Great Leader Kim Jong Un will come and bring us rescue from our squalor and sadness.
It is Hump Day, so most of us are tired, and what some would rather be doing right now is eating Cheetos and watching old episodes of Stargate SG-1. But for some of you that have more energy, Wednesday night might be saved by a little sexy fun time. Here is my attempt to ruin it for you with weird sex toys. NSFW.
You’ve caught that noxious flu going around, or you’re hungover and decided to call into work dead. This is bad news because you feel like crap, if you feel like crap. On the other hand, this is also great news, because now you have an excuse to eschew that which society deems ‘valuable’ and catch up on some of those shows your friends watch and won’t stop telling you about repeatedly until you want to kill them. This is your rare opportunity for a true TV binge, but don’t get caught with your pants down. If you’re going to be a true power watcher, you need preparation for when the day arrives. This is the official I Like Weird Stuff power watching guide.
You think you know what something is, and then you realize you were wrong all along.