Keaton & Arbukle 2007

Anything can happen in green screen: dinosaurs, socks, bottles.

Marlon Brando sniffed jackets. He sniffed pants.

You're a rebel without a cause? What's your cause, not sniffing jackets?

One shade (of orange) for all!

Do you want to have atomic orange skin like your favourite celebretard without the massive sun damage? Order now!



I hope this is a joke.

Baby/Mama

I was going to write something about the new Tina Fey/Amy Poehler movie and my utter contempt for the whole "successful career woman suddenly decides she needs/unexpectedly acquires a child and finds that the experience improves her life" genre. Predictably, it quickly became completely incoherent, and was mostly about how I was disappointed by Fey, Poehler, Sigourney Weaver, and Maura Tierney for being involved in this tripe; as well as Diane Keaton for starring in Baby Boom some twenty years ago.

Besides, I haven't even seen the film.

Anyway, in the comments section for the Pajiba review of this film someone registered their distate for babies, referring to them as "selfish subhumans that cry all the time".

"Subhuman" designation aside, that could apply to my mother.

No wonder I don't want a child.

Hillbilly Logic

Not being the product of years of inbreeding, I don't fully understand the ways of those "Sons of the Soil". I suppose this bullshit about Hillbilly Pop Star's Vanity Fair spread tells me all I need to know.

In a nutshell:

Good

Bad

One could argue that Trailer Trash just wanted attention, or that Rodent-Themed Parent Corporation flipped the hell out, but the lack of reaction when photo #1 came out suggests that she really is skeeved by the VF pictures.

It reminds me of the time we were having dinner, and my brother swapped his fillet mignon for a kid's chicken nugget meal with extra ranch dressing.

Notably, they weren't outraged by the one picture from that shoot that creeped me the fuck out.

I'm a PC

Just when I thought that assy ad campaign was over, there it is again.

It was sort of amusing at first, but it quickly grew tiresome. Now, I'm left pondering this:

If the ad is pro-Mac, why is John Hodgman the PC?

I'm proud to see my operating system anthropomorphized by the man who taught me about the furry old lobster, was featured in one of my favourite installments of This American Life ever, and is a correspondent for The Daily Show.

Of course, if you're comfortable being represented by the guy from Dodgeball, that's your business.