Final Grand Theft Auto IV Trailer
Our friends over at Geekstir posted the final GTA IV trailer yesterday. I thought I would throw it up then. It’s looking really good and the graphics look unreal.
RNA Through 70’s interpretive dance
Proving that you went to school in the wrong decade:
Quotation of the day
Vulture brings us the best quotation of the day from their “Run, Fat Boy, Run” post:
This summer the newly elected French president Nicolas Sarkozy’s morning jogs had les bien-pensants in a lather. “Western civilization, in its best sense, was born with the promenade,”
a “leading intellectual” sniffed on French television in July. “Walking
is a sensitive, spiritual act. Jogging is management of the body. The
jogger says I am in control. It has nothing to do with meditation.” Quelle vulgarité!
Why I Love George W. Bush!
Jenna Bush is Fierce
Madonna vs. Will Ferrell and Anna Gasteyer as the Culps
The latest Madonna is awful:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/92617928698ded/
and Culp imitators with a biblical angle proving that imitation is the worst kind of flattery:
TV Interviews before self conciousness
A more human method of communication that allows for smoking, lack of eye contact and casual mannerisms while treading deep waters:
from Edge of the American West
More on James Baldwin
Tracy Morgan is crazy
He zeroed in on a woman in her 20s. “You look like a young Whitney Houston,” he said. “Before Bobby.” And: “You won’t catch me on ‘To Catch a Predator.’ I like grown women.”
She would not look up, and he inquired if she, too, would bear his next child, even ordering one to spec: “You know our daughter. Ten pounds, 8 ounces, and she’s going to your house when she starts crying.” He told her: “Why don’t you give me some love? You treat me like Space Ghost.”
Finally, she laughed.
The night ended at the Hudson Hotel, where Mr. Morgan danced, drank and spotted a few more prospective mothers for his daughter. Somewhere along the way, he gave his book a new title: “I’m Tracy Morgan: Let Me Live.”
Vagina Sushi
Some people think blogging with 10 dollar words makes it ok:
Think word sushi: delicately-prepared high-quality content that’s easy to consume.
When I think of sushi, I don’t think of fancy phrases -I think of Kate Beckinsale:
You told an interviewer you’d rather eat a vagina than sushi. When stuff you say makes headlines, what’s the reaction of your publicity team? I have to say, sushi freaks me out more than almost anything. At least a vagina would be warm. [laughs] My publicist has literally turned a funny color and is going to go have a lie-down. He’s throwing up now, as well. I find a lot of things kind of funny and I often say what’s on my mind, and then get nine texts from all my friends going, “What’s the matter with you?” But I haven’t ever made a big attempt to have any particular image. And I don’t really worry about it.
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Vaginal Aesthetics Do Matter
After the recent upheaval in the prostitution industry that the Eliot Spitzer scandal has caused there has been more of a focus on what you get for your money.
I found this article in New York magazine very enlightening. So, I guess when you pay $2,000 an hour for a hooker, one expects a vagina that will shoot rainbows and possibly sing your favorite tune from the musical Chicago.
Victoria and I, we did a lot of doubles. You do a double, sometimes guys want to, you know, watch. As soon as I saw her coochie, I told Jason, this is special.
Additional Reading: Kate Beckinsale Loves Her Lady Parts, That’s Because They Haven’t Seen MY Vag, The Politics of (Vagina) Style
