I have no idea what to wear as a Halloween costume. Stumped. And I have no more time to prepare. I may have to bite the bullet and go as the crazy man in the video below. But I don’t want to shave my head. What to do. Start watching at :38. That’s when things get special.
The static picture for the clip above is the cover art of The Saturdays’ new album. To refresh you folks on who i like and hate, from best to shit. Una (green), Rochelle (black), Mollie (yellow), Vanessa (pink), and Frankie (blue). Molly is the line between best and shit by the way. She’s skirting. It’s her constant creepy pained smile that keeps her on the side of the angels. Let’s see a picture with Mollie’s creepy mouth situation. Check her out on the right. “I’m trying to be sexy but also smile but it just won’t work so I look like I’m about to have a seizure.” Also her hand looks fucking creepy at bottom right. Some demon is trying to rip her dress off. Just plain NO! to the bottom-most pic.
This song by the way is Ego. It’s a good song to walk to with your iPod on due to its quality beat.
Well shit. Now that Viacom is pulling down Reno 911! clips left and right, I guess I will just put up the other Jiz video. It’s not as good but the final scene more than makes up for it. This shit is too close to the last one post-wise. Disappointment.
The next episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia digs back into the shows odd fascination with cats. All of said fascination is negative and the clip below is no different. Thank goodness. We’ve had burnin boxes of cats being thrown by Sweet Dee, Charlie and Frank’s catfood-glue regimen to sleep through the cats outside, the cat slicing machine and the cat who eats motor oil just to name a few. Now we have kitten mittens. Please to watch. Thank you.
I don’t really know why this was done, but it is very important. Jem was and is a seminal television viewing experience and this version Jiz just adds to the beauty. Whomever Sienna D’Enema is knows what life is all about. Eating pussy and killing.
Having an abortion means I won’t killllll you.
Robbie Williams has officially arrived. He did his first show in three years last week at BBC Radio 1’s Electric Proms. Greatness prevailed. This song here, You Know Me, is from his forthcoming album, Reality Killed The Video Star. The lyrics have always been on par, but the last few album were off due to his split with co-writer, Guy Chambers. Now they are back together and once again making great music. Please to hear.
I am officially announcing that come December, the 2009 award ceremony will begin. Last year only had Top Ten Albums of The Year. In 2009, I’m upping the ante. Although they won’t be top tens, I will have a 5 nominee Academy Award style situation. Album, Song, TV Show, TV Male, TV Female, Movie, Redhead, Comic, Comic Male and Comic Female. The two males above are possible nominees for Best Comic Male. Ghost (the jacked up fellow in the back with the teeth) and M-11 (jive talking robot seen in front). I’ll sneak in a nominee hint every once in a while. You can guess a few of the nominees right of the bat. Tigra, Mad Men and Little Boots are locks for nominations. But here is a sneaky individual I rarely mention. Songbird. Check out this slut (she’s not) below.
Mr. Greg James has a radio show on Radio 1 from 1-4 which is sort of good. He plays quality stuff and lacks the Scottish accent that made by brain hurt when I had to listen to that Edith Bowman. I only get time to check him out when I have my lunch break so that’s only a solid 30. But look at the little blonde Britishiness. I likes me some tall blondes and he is definitely a tall as you can see in the following pic with The Saturdays. That gives me a chance to say Frankie sucks (left) but Una is hot as hell (right). Not as hot as Greg James, mind. That is all.
An incident occurred this week that I won’t fully get into as I try to not to talk about myself here. My entire house got carbon monoxide poisoned. WHA HUH? Everyone but myself went to the emergency room as I had to psychic ability to tape up all of my vents weeks before and keep my fan and air conditioner on and window open. Of course my levels were 10 times as high as a normal person’s so I was still dizzy and messed up, but was told my the 911 folk that I need’nt worry as those f’ers has 40 times usual. Woot. To celebrate, here is the last Dragonette yube I will add to the sight. Don’t want to overdo. You must buy the album! This is not the song I wanted to put on, that would have been “Don’t Be Funny”. I’ve settled with second choice, “Easy”. Good day.
All of Don’s cards are no on the table. Betty knows everything about his past and I got some satisfaction in her being able to be validly mad about something instead of just being a crazy bitch. That clip, though isn’t as fun as the end of the next clip. Joan comes in to find her hot, yet, assholish husband being a mopester. This leads to the aformentioned assholishness and then Joan is funny. Watch the funniness at the end.