Whatever! And this:
by René Maltête, from here.
The story of so many people’s lives:
I’m bored and today feels like a Friday to me. Not in a way good though. In a complicated, strange, sad kind of way. Does that make sense? Probably not. Don’t think about it too much. Look at this:
Are “masters of the universe” born or bred?
Weezer offered $10 million to split up.
Natalie Portman to offer “gratuitous nudity” in what is not but certainly sounds like it would be a sequel to Pineapple Express.
(But that still doesn’t tell us who she’s fucking these days, does it?)
The musical farewell to Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse.
Angelina Jolie’s Bosnian rape romance.
Making sense of The Shallows.
Aaron Sorkin responds to a blog commenter about The Social Network‘s misogyny.
Best Coast and Deerhoof to guest on the new Go! Team album.
Who is the biggest drunk on Mad Men?
Look at this fucking article about hipsters.
“A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.”
-Jorge Luis Borges, from Dreamtigers.
The Soviets’ secret, failed moon program.
Those lovable scamps in ICP are actually hardcore Christians. Whatever.
Brett Ratner and Eddie Murphy.
You have the right to go topless.
Don’t forget that Mad Men‘s season finale is tomorrow night!
A reminder that those World Of Warcraft nerds are still fucking perverts.
One-way mirrors and social media “stalking.”
Of course one of the 33 Chilean miners was having an affair!
Hollywood needs to turn towards Warren Ellis and Grant Morrison.
The ballad of Mick and Keith.
This is kind of how I feel right now.