Liakos and I had a 90-second twitter praise party a couple of weeks ago for the cruelly underrated whitechocolatespaceegg.
It’s gloriously sunny here in Portland. Happy Friday!
Dear Ladies,
It is in no way your fault, but those rompers? They’re not working.
Yours,
GCWiaBIDS
Our guy Nick just laid down a whole lotta parenting truth in just three little bullets. Nicely done.
I can’t find an embeddable copy, so click to view the judge’s table ownage.
We’ve watched Top Chef religiously since season two, and this is the biggest COLICCHIO BURN that ever was. He’s been a total grump most of this season, so he definitely had it coming. Stacey watched this clip about 400 times last night.
That Grayson is a spicy one.
There have been millions of words spilled over the Tim Thomas “scandal”, but very few if any have called Thomas out for being plain rude, which I think is just about the most important aspect of what is a relatively unimportant story.
Switching to today, I spent 10 minutes on twitter just now and I was subjected to several ugly comments in reaction to the news that Kelly Clarkson is singing the national anthem at the Super Bowl. And while many people smarter than I can and will ponder what it all means, gazing through the prisms of celebrity worship, feminism, misogyny, online culture, and on and on, I will simply state that typing anything along the lines of “SHE IS FAT!!!” in reference to someone you do not know and who is a person and who by most accounts is a generally good person, is really fucking mean. So don’t do it.
I don’t ever think I’ve seen a movie as savaged as Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close critically earn Oscar nominations for Best Picture and Best Supporting Actor.
Also, I don’t care that Viola Davis & Octavia Spencer could win Oscars in the Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress categories — The Help
Stephen Daldry (Director of “Extremely loud…”) is an emotional pornographer of the basest kind. Exploitative, reductive, manipulative and a bit of a hack to boot. It’s disgusting that this film was nominated for Best Picture. I’m not surprised, however, as I was recently discussing it with a fellow I know who is a member of the Academy. He is a pompous, arrogant, out-of-touch jackass of the first order. Of course he loved the film. Don’t get me started on “The Help” as that conversation ends with me beating Sandra Bullock to death with Jessica Tandy’s corpse.
As I was reading Sam’s reblog of Colin’s piece, I began to worry that the streak might be broken today: Every negative movie review of Sam’s that I’ve read includes a some sort of violent fantasy/threat. It’s tradition! Then I got to the last sentence, and I breathed deeply, comforted that the world makes sense for at least one more day.
PS Sam, you need to do more movie reviews.
SLEIGH BELLS - COMEBACK KID
ALEXIS ‘CRUSHES IT’
So like, Alexis Krauss was in an obscure pop band before her ascension to Sleigh Bells. That’s something. Is that interesting or not at all? #TheLDRWord
Depends on what you consider obscure, I suppose. Derek was in Poison the Well, so that’s something.
Also, sweet video.
Monday Night at the Roy Home: A Tragidramedy
Act One:
<Sitting in bed last night and an X Games ad comes on; song is Crown on the Ground.>
Stacey: I kind of like that song.
Me: WHUAH??!!?? You HATE Sleigh Bells!
Stacey: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: I was OBSESSED with this song three years ago and you told me it was gross, and when I made you play it on your computer, you told me it was going to blow your speakers.
Stacey: I don’t think that happened.
Me: (Grabs iPad and plays song) Do you remember now?
Stacey: (Listens to a full two minutes of Crown on the Ground before responding) Yep, I really dig this song.
Me: AAASAAAARRRRRRRRAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
<SCENE>
PS Alexis looks very LiLo in that blonde wig.