English, mothermuppet! Do you speak it?!
[via Joanna Robinson/Pajiba]
… aaaaaaand tits.
[via The Curious Brain]
Harry Hanrahan knocks another one out of the park for Pajiba:
[bonus video after the jump: Nicolas Cage Losing His Shit] Continue reading
I am reposting this article in full because I think everyone should read it… all of it [and then check out my rally story after the jump].
Dori Maynard writes:
A few hours before the recent Rally to Restore Sanity, the general manager of a Hampton Inn in Washington, D.C. kicked me out of his hotel, forcing me to stand on the street to wait for my colleague in 39-degree weather.
The incident began when I arrived early for a breakfast meeting with a program officer from one of the major foundations that supports the nonprofit I run. We were in town for the Online News Association’s annual convention and wanted to catch up.
After looking around the lobby, I settled on a seat at a table where I could watch the elevators.
Right in front of me was an older white guy wearing a T-shirt with the word “eracism” emblazoned on the back. Given that the tenor of our national conversation these days has me increasingly fearful about where this country is heading, I was touched to see him making such a strong statement and got up to tell him so.
He was in town for the rally, and we discussed that and the general mood in the nation. When the conversation ran its course, I turned to return to my seat.
That’s when the general manager stopped me and asked if I was a guest at the hotel. I explained I was not but was there for a business meeting with a guest. “Ma’am, you’ll have to leave the hotel,” he said, leading me through the lobby and toward the doors.
I thought he had misunderstood, so I repeated that I was in fact there at the invitation of a hotel guest. “Ma’am, you’ll have to leave the hotel,” he repeated. Slowly, I began to realize that this was no case of “mistaken identity.”
The general manager apparently had deemed me so undesirable that he did not think I was fit to sit in the lobby of his Hampton Inn. Continue reading
Best scene in Clue by far. I remember seeing each of the three versions in the theaters. Those were heady times.
This clip is even better when you know that Kahn ad libbed it, which is why Martin Mull is looking at her like, “WTF?!” and Tim Curry can barely contain his laughter.
Speaking of Tim Curry, did you hear about how Fox 2000 is remaking The Rocky Horror Picture Show? Yeah. Thanks Ryan Murphy.
I haven’t watched Glee this season. I got bored. And Ryan Murphy Can Eat, Pray, and Kiss my ass.
Relatedly, did you hear about how some crazy black lady went on a stabbing spree? Serious Business, y’all.
I had the distinguished honor of writing a post for Pajiba today. Every week Pajiba highlights the Eloquence of their Eloquents. Basically, it’s a “Dayum, these commenters are awesome sauce” post. For those of you who remember me from Thundersquee! (R.I.P.), think of Eloquent Eloquence as the Pajiba version of Best in Squee!
Anywhoozle, for my temp job as Eloquent Overlord (thanks figgy!), I wrote a little story! Wanna read it?; here it goes1:
We Cannot Forget About Chip Hitler Continue reading
I have a few sites that I check every day without fail: Angry Black Lady Chronicles (derp!), Facebook, Twitter, Pajiba, Balloon Juice, Think Progress, Huffington Post, although I’ve soured on Huffpo lately because it has become a news and pop culture dumping-ground with everyone fanning and faving each other. I don’t see the point. “Fanned” is the new “First.”
As I find that I have less and less time to do all the crap I need to get done in a day, I have tried to stop reading blog and news story comment sections (a few sites excepted) because commenters tend to be asshats and my tendency to want to point out fuckery where ever I find it gives me the urge to argue with these asshats; and, at the end of the day, asshats are going to remain asshats. Why waste my time? Besides, if I (think I) have something so great to say then, I should turn it into a blog post and slap it up here.
And then there’s Firedoglake. Oh, Firedoglake. I used to enjoy reading you. But then something changed. You went bananas. I fear thou hath lost thine own mind. But yet I can’t stop reading. Even though I hate it. It’s like watching a trainwreck in slow motion. I’m drawn to the comment section of that blog like a fat man to cake.
It amazes me the collective brain rot that the commenters over there appear to be suffering at the hands of Jane Hamsher, who as far as I can tell doesn’t have anything positive to say about the Democratic Party or Obama — EVER– which is a little unbelievable given what Obama has accomplished (as our own Mild-Mannered White Guy points out in this post) in twenty months.
But that’s Firedoglake for you. Blurring the line between constructive criticism and senseless bashing since “OMG we didn’t get everything we want RIGHT NOW! ::stomps foot:: Obama sold me out! Mooooommm!!”
And then there’s the hypocrisy. Lots and lots of hypocrisy. And it pisses me off.