OMFG, why is Gossip Girl such a central force in my life right now? First, the Gossip Girl Summit, then the accompanying Gossip Girl tumblr blog Sara Benincasa and I write together, and now Heather Fink and Sara B are killing me with this Gossip Girl parody (NSFW).
I don't have tattoos. I have not been entirely consistent in my feelings towards them. But one thing is sure - I'm now no longer on the fence after seeing this one.
I want to see more tattoos like this, because it is inspiring. You understand that the dolphin has a tribal arm band, right? That he's sitting on a ripped barc-a-lounger and smoking a bong? You've explored the rich tapestry of this tattoo, yes?
Woah, dudes, it's been a whirlwind weekend. First off, I was a part of an awesome show on Friday night at the PIT. It was hosted and produced by the tireless Sara Benincasa and thanks to her and Hillary Buckholtz, the event was PACKED. The theatre had to turn away 25 people. What was so great about this show? Oh, it was just about Gossip Girl, that's all!
NY Press blogged about it and you can see the little video intro Sara whipped up (with me and Chris Rovzar from NY Mag).
This pretty much must be done again. In the meantime you can catch up on some Gossip Girl Tumblr action from me and Sara.
Also, I spent Saturday through today in D.C. where I got to perform with my favorite lady-friend-comics Erin Jackson, Aparna Nancherla, and Andrea Fuller from last summer's Broad Minded Comedy. Andrea's good friend Joy Gohring joined us, and the both shows were an absolute blast. Nothing beats packed shows with comics you love! Much thanks to the Atlas Theater/Indigo!
And we come full circle, friends. I am going to make like Vera Drake and put my breeding desires on low.
Why? Well, firstly, I found out that Great Mama Duggar (she of the "it's a vagina not a clown car fame) is expecting her 18th child! I'm intensely disgusted by this factoid. What can possibly be the state of that woman's uterus? Does she need to buy it an extra seat when she flies?
It was almost two years ago that I believed that America, as a nation, was doomed and would continue on a breathtaking downward slide in almost every arena. What brought me to this conclusion?
Someone named "Sumthin" shitting on a floor on Flavor of Love.
Greenlit cable dating show from established production company seeks mentally disabled male and female contestants of all ages and races.
"Single and Special" will be a tasteful mix of "The Bachelor" and "Life Goes On." "Single and Special" already has the endorsement of the Special Olympics. Pilot available upon request.
Tri-State area contestants preferred. Will have mental health care professionals on set at all times.
Please email photo and short bio, with dating history, to SingleandSpecial@gmail.com.
Thank the gods the day has come when I can do another Wilford Brimley post. It has been too long. Blogging about Wilford is the right thing to do, and a tasty way to do it.
Brimley has been 65 years old as far back as I can remember - which is at least two decades. That stache, that perfectly round head, that straight talk - it is a heady mix. He just won't go away. Everytime there was a dip in Brimley exposure, he found some new product to shill, and inject himself back into our collective unconscious. And now we can combine all the pleasures of Brimley with all the loveable furriness of LOLcats.
Serendipity smiled on me once more because as I was searching for a Brimley video clip to go with this, I found this charming remix of Brimley saying "diabeetus" repeatedly to the tune of "Amadeus."
Some poor, innocent child is being subjected to his parents sick mullet needs. Brady Arneson is only three, and yet his fate as an aspiring toothless, puck-chasing French-Canadian is sealed.
And while this is certainly the cutest mullet I have seen, does it really merit winning an award for best mullet? Is this the best Minnesota has to offer? Having spent time in its dairy laden bosom, I say nay.
Looks like this is more about the Arneson's greedy desire to create some sort of shameful familial legacy.
Mullets are a family tradition for the Arnesons -- Brady's older brother Blake won the same award in 2005. Their father Scott Arneson also had a mullet as a child.
List of the Day had me hyperventilating this morning with a list of the best moments in photobombing ("people who hilariously ruin your nice little picture"). My favorites?
Bonus points for being an albino.
Right next to the dude with the air brushed Pink Panther tshirt - BOLD.
I'm sure I'm late to the party on this one, but this video of the polygamist wives just needs to be shared. It's absolutely mesmerizing, and I can't help singing it. Seriously, stick through the whole thing because it just gets creepier and more compelling - and I was stone cold sober when I saw it.
Which makes me wonder - did they have a replacement all along and just wait until someone noticed and was upset or did they have some finger puppet maker on lockdown to whip up something "a little less racist?"
OMFG, why is Gossip Girl such a central force in my life right now? First, the Gossip Girl Summit, then the accompanying Gossip Girl tumblr blog Sara Benincasa and I write together, and now Heather Fink and Sara B are killing me with this Gossip Girl parody (NSFW).
I don't have tattoos. I have not been entirely consistent in my feelings towards them. But one thing is sure - I'm now no longer on the fence after seeing this one.
I want to see more tattoos like this, because it is inspiring. You understand that the dolphin has a tribal arm band, right? That he's sitting on a ripped barc-a-lounger and smoking a bong? You've explored the rich tapestry of this tattoo, yes?
Woah, dudes, it's been a whirlwind weekend. First off, I was a part of an awesome show on Friday night at the PIT. It was hosted and produced by the tireless Sara Benincasa and thanks to her and Hillary Buckholtz, the event was PACKED. The theatre had to turn away 25 people. What was so great about this show? Oh, it was just about Gossip Girl, that's all!
NY Press blogged about it and you can see the little video intro Sara whipped up (with me and Chris Rovzar from NY Mag).
This pretty much must be done again. In the meantime you can catch up on some Gossip Girl Tumblr action from me and Sara.
Also, I spent Saturday through today in D.C. where I got to perform with my favorite lady-friend-comics Erin Jackson, Aparna Nancherla, and Andrea Fuller from last summer's Broad Minded Comedy. Andrea's good friend Joy Gohring joined us, and the both shows were an absolute blast. Nothing beats packed shows with comics you love! Much thanks to the Atlas Theater/Indigo!
And we come full circle, friends. I am going to make like Vera Drake and put my breeding desires on low.
Why? Well, firstly, I found out that Great Mama Duggar (she of the "it's a vagina not a clown car fame) is expecting her 18th child! I'm intensely disgusted by this factoid. What can possibly be the state of that woman's uterus? Does she need to buy it an extra seat when she flies?
It was almost two years ago that I believed that America, as a nation, was doomed and would continue on a breathtaking downward slide in almost every arena. What brought me to this conclusion?
Someone named "Sumthin" shitting on a floor on Flavor of Love.
Greenlit cable dating show from established production company seeks mentally disabled male and female contestants of all ages and races.
"Single and Special" will be a tasteful mix of "The Bachelor" and "Life Goes On." "Single and Special" already has the endorsement of the Special Olympics. Pilot available upon request.
Tri-State area contestants preferred. Will have mental health care professionals on set at all times.
Please email photo and short bio, with dating history, to SingleandSpecial@gmail.com.
Thank the gods the day has come when I can do another Wilford Brimley post. It has been too long. Blogging about Wilford is the right thing to do, and a tasty way to do it.
Brimley has been 65 years old as far back as I can remember - which is at least two decades. That stache, that perfectly round head, that straight talk - it is a heady mix. He just won't go away. Everytime there was a dip in Brimley exposure, he found some new product to shill, and inject himself back into our collective unconscious. And now we can combine all the pleasures of Brimley with all the loveable furriness of LOLcats.
Serendipity smiled on me once more because as I was searching for a Brimley video clip to go with this, I found this charming remix of Brimley saying "diabeetus" repeatedly to the tune of "Amadeus."
Some poor, innocent child is being subjected to his parents sick mullet needs. Brady Arneson is only three, and yet his fate as an aspiring toothless, puck-chasing French-Canadian is sealed.
And while this is certainly the cutest mullet I have seen, does it really merit winning an award for best mullet? Is this the best Minnesota has to offer? Having spent time in its dairy laden bosom, I say nay.
Looks like this is more about the Arneson's greedy desire to create some sort of shameful familial legacy.
Mullets are a family tradition for the Arnesons -- Brady's older brother Blake won the same award in 2005. Their father Scott Arneson also had a mullet as a child.
List of the Day had me hyperventilating this morning with a list of the best moments in photobombing ("people who hilariously ruin your nice little picture"). My favorites?
Bonus points for being an albino.
Right next to the dude with the air brushed Pink Panther tshirt - BOLD.
I'm sure I'm late to the party on this one, but this video of the polygamist wives just needs to be shared. It's absolutely mesmerizing, and I can't help singing it. Seriously, stick through the whole thing because it just gets creepier and more compelling - and I was stone cold sober when I saw it.
Which makes me wonder - did they have a replacement all along and just wait until someone noticed and was upset or did they have some finger puppet maker on lockdown to whip up something "a little less racist?"
If I were her, I'd be hiding the shame. "Why am I wearing these oven mitts? ..Oh, I just like to be prepared in case someone needs something removed from an oven."