Blogging it out from an iPad, seeing if this whole tablet thing is panning out.
Perhaps I’ll start posting again since I don’t even need to get out of bed.
Do you come to Dragon*Con often?
Or maybe it isn’t…
So the movie Machete is famous for being based on a joke in a movie based on a joke based on a genre that’s generally considered a joke. What’s even more interesting is the philosophical questions it raises based on Jessica Alba’s side boob.
One of my favorite phenomena of the modern age is the honesty the internet allows people, and the secrets that are exposed and allowed to really show people for what they are. I’ve always found the hypocrisy of women who claim to be so much deeper than their superficial male counterparts to be laughable, and I feel bad that one allows the curtain to be raised, she’s more likely to be attacked than applauded. The new Duke F-List girl is getting a lot of buzz, and as depressing as her treatise is, at least she’s honest. It also explains why I’ve never had a real girlfriend.
He’s got my vote.
There’s always scooters laying around an ad agency. Eventually, some dummy tries to ride it like a skateboard really fast and then gets a rug burn so bad he can’t sleep in his sleeping bag on the camping trip he’d been planning for weeks, and then catches a really bad cold. Or something similarly hypothetical.
But no one ever does this.
It never ceases to amaze me how programmed we are to accept the mammoth female ego and its ability to indict others for their own shortcomings. This particular woman, who is given a forum on CNN for some reason, seems to think everybody gives a shit what she drinks, and that they think less of her because she chooses to abstain form alcohol. Despite the fact she clearly thinks she’s better than them. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to think as highly of myself as a drunk woman.
What? It’s totally scientific and arty. It is the New York Times.
Do yourself a favor and watch the HD version full screen.
This is a fan film released in time for the big Celebration V last week. It’s actually not bad. It’s not great, but it’s not bad. It looks really good, anyway. It’s 20 minutes long, and it’s only the first half, and I highly recommend going full screen on it.
“Since 2006, one out of every 17 novels bought in the United States was written by James Patterson.”
A day doesn’t go by that I’m not reminded that I’m an idiot and failing miserably in my chosen profession because I’m not a social media guru. I’m told that everyone is clamoring for it. After all, it’s chock full of added value like this: