"Oh hai intarnet. I can haz bublz?"
It’s been one of those days. One of those “Oh, fuck me, it’s only the middle of the goddamned week” kind of days. You know what I’m talking about. Ugh. I’m going back to bed. Wake me when it’s Friday. Only I’m not going back to bed. I’m here, I’m trying to leap over this middle of the week hurdle and the fucking internet is just not helping. So, this post is going to be links.
Links to make you think? No. No, not exactly.
For starters… Touching shouldn’t always mean sex, people.
Here’s some blogs you desperately need. And one you don’t.
Kids have scary crazy space alien stress problems too. (I’d love to get into a diatribe for you about which religions are real and which are bullshit, but let’s face it, it’s all bullshit. But still, the cultiest of cults have to advertise. And sadly, some of them don’t have to.)
At some point, there’ll be a hardcore politically topic-ed blog coming out of me. Today? Not so much.
This is the best worst review of Cloverfield ever. I can only hope this guy also reviews The Dark Knight as well. But he probably liked Hellboy 2, so… nevermind.
I gave Michael Cera some shit a while back, but really, he’s a cool guy. In fact, he wants to make sure you know your American history.
"I can haz protective window frm world? Plz thnk you."
Apparently, Sex and the City is an international phenomenon.
I tell you, I don’t know if I believe in karma (or Kramer anymore, alas), but I’d like to prescribe in a more universal notion that unites all creatures: sweet, sweet revenge. And truly I hope that from beyond the grave, Steven Irwin is getting his.
There are very few times in my life when I’d actually live in Mexico, and while I don’t know if this is one of them, it’s close. But would I drink the water? No, I would not.
Remember how I said the 80s were coming back? Well, they still are. But so are the 90s apparently. And so are their sad little relics.
But then again, the 00s aren’t even past us yet, but they’re already coming back at us.
Is it sad that the originator of the LOLcat (and the other species in the paragon of LOLanimals) doesn’t get any of that big LOLcat money? (Not to mention, that big RickRoll money.)
If you listen closely, nature can make weird beautiful music. Kind of like Bjork? Kind of.
Have I ever mentioned that Thailand scares the fuck out of me? Cause it does.
And before I change directions, I just want to say, don’t worry, cause some guys out there are still doing it right. And some… not so much.
"I can haz greatez movie of all time?"
Like everyone else in existence I’m planning on seeing The Dark Knight. Friday showing? No, fuck that. That’s amateur hour. I’m going tomorrow night. The midnight showing, baby. Like the pros do. Okay, technically, midnight is Friday, but here’s the thing about that: Fuck yourself. That said, I don’t want to get into the talk of a posthumous oscar for Heath Ledger as the Joker, because like the posthumous oscar award itself, it seems a little too early. Shit, it seems too unreal still. This isn’t going to be one of those tear soaked elegies about the bright flame of a promising young actor being extinguished before his time, because… it’s just not. But I will say that after 10 Things I Hate About You (seriously), I grew to like Ledger and some of the choices he made in his career. I’ve seen the few interviews he did talking about his approach to the Joker (and the craft of acting as he saw it, as well) and I’ve enjoyed what I read in the reviews. I like what his approach to the character seems to be and the film seems to be of a high quality. I’m excited.
Hell, I’m excited to just have a movie this summer to be excited about. Apparently it’s pretty bleak out there.
I feel like I should watch Batman Begins again to get myself primed up for the movie, but I probably won’t. I’ll probably watch The Prestige again, actually. As good as Christopher Nolan’s first Batman movie was, especially at reintroducing the character as something that didn’t have to be laughed at or sneered at, I really think that with The Prestige, he started displaying the craft of a genius director. Something it sounds like he carried over into The Dark Knight. Also, this reminds me The Prestige.
Why so serious?
I can haz comments?
