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- Why Is Eliza Dushku Speaking At This Tech Conference?
- Video: Jon Hamm Reads Book About Buttholes
- Facebook Nerds Riot Over Delayed 'X-Men: First Class' Trailer
- 5 Books For Lindsay Lohan's Reading List
- Video: There's A New 'Jersey Shore' Trailer. Is It Still Groundhog Day?
- John Boehner's Name Makes Him Inevitable Candidate For Next Sex Scandal
- Video: Khloe Kardashian And Lamar Odom's Unisex Perfume Ad
- Sweet Repeat: Avril Lavigne Is An Overgrown Teenager
- Fan Fiction: Angry Birds Is A Conspiracy
Why Is Eliza Dushku Speaking At This Tech Conference? Posted: 10 Feb 2011 11:22 AM PST Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing personal against Eliza Dushku. Sure, she ruined a couple of good seasons of Buffy for me and her tweets hurt my brain, but I heard good things about Dollhouse before it was canceled? And, you know, live and let live. But what I really want to know is why a B-actress with no discernible social media skills is headlining Twiistup, an L.A. tech conference whose other speakers are all actual, you know, famous entrepreneurs and investors. The best part of this whole story (other than “Why?”) may be Eliza’s profile for the event, which is 20 times longer than anyone else’s, including Owen Stone, the “#1 Advisor on the Internet.” Here’s her whole spiel, in its entirety:
There is literally not one reference to anything involving technology in that entire biography. So what is Eliza going to talk about at Twiistup? We hope it’s an hour long lecture on how to tweet about organizing your closet, dating old guys, and road rage. Post from: Crushable |
Video: Jon Hamm Reads Book About Buttholes Posted: 10 Feb 2011 10:56 AM PST Well, isn’t someone trying to be James Franco today! Jon Hamm does a live reading from a portion of Jon Glazer’s hysterically funny book, My Dead Dad Was in ZZ Top, proving once again that this man can make any word in the English language sound as smooth as a single-malt scotch. Even “buttholes.” Post from: Crushable |
Facebook Nerds Riot Over Delayed 'X-Men: First Class' Trailer Posted: 10 Feb 2011 10:37 AM PST Apparently, there has been some confusion on the official X-Men: First Class Facebook page about when the film’s first trailer will be released. 18 hours ago there was a status update saying the trailer would be released “tomorrow.” But this morning: Nada. Nerd rage commence! Now the fans are angry because it’s still not up, and are forming a virtual mob. They will topple over this page and burn it to the ground if they have to! What do you mean Wolverine wasn’t part of the original X-Men? Who even cares? Time to freak out!!! Post from: Crushable Facebook Nerds Riot Over Delayed 'X-Men: First Class' Trailer |
Posted: 10 Feb 2011 10:17 AM PST Please Give Your Lover These Lost Valentine’s Day Cards - Sure, they are a year old, but “Will You Be My Constant?” is still the best declaration of love we’ve ever heard. (SL-Lost) Post from: Crushable |
5 Books For Lindsay Lohan's Reading List Posted: 10 Feb 2011 10:02 AM PST Years back, well before the James Frey debacle, Lindsay Lohan declared that her favorite book was A Million Little Pieces, which made me cringe. I believed that anyone who adored this macho, denial-promoting, chest pumping creation was either a) In the throes of glorifying his or her own addictions, or b) gullible. In light of Lindsay's recent woes, I created a very non-Frey-like reading list that, I believe, will both help Lindsay and, if need be, kill time while she's in jail. 1. This Vacant Paradise by Victoria Patterson 2. The Spirituality of Imperfection by Ernest Kurtz and Katherine Ketcham 3. Drop the Rock by Todd W., Bill P., and Sara S. 4. The Los Angeles Diaries and This River by James Brown 5. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Video: There's A New 'Jersey Shore' Trailer. Is It Still Groundhog Day? Posted: 10 Feb 2011 09:39 AM PST MTV has released a new trailer for goomba fest Jersey Shore today. Between Sammi screaming nonsense, Ronnie bleeding out of random orifices and the Snooki/Vinny love spats, it’s actually pretty hard to tell if these are new scenes or promo footage for a recap show. Didn’t Sammi already leave, or is that destined to happen ad infinitum until this show goes off the air? No, wait! It is new. Someone has hung Snooki’s stuffed crocodile from a noose. This show has stopped playing nice. And has started getting racial against reptiles. Post from: Crushable Video: There's A New 'Jersey Shore' Trailer. Is It Still Groundhog Day? |
John Boehner's Name Makes Him Inevitable Candidate For Next Sex Scandal Posted: 10 Feb 2011 09:33 AM PST Yesterday, Maureen O’Connor over at Gawker had one of the biggest stories in the site’s nine year history. The young reporter broke the news of Congressman Christopher Lee’s Craigslist sex ads, which lead to Lee’s resignation in a record-breaking 3 hours. We’re blaming it on the Gawker redesign. But we’ve been hearing rumors (unverified ones, to be sure), that in light of this very public media takedown, Speaker of the House John Boehner is going to reveal today that he’s had some sort of marital infidelity as well. If Boehner was having an affair, he might be running scared right now that the next outed politician would be him. The fact is, even if there isn’t a sex scandal about John Boehner, the media will create one. The New York Post’s headlines alone would be worth it. “Boehner’s Boner” it could read. Or “John Boehner Has Something In His Pocket And He’s Not Just Happy To See You.” Well, we can workshop that one. But you see our point. So please, John Boehner, do us this favor and start having an affair, if you haven’t already. Our headlines will thank you. Post from: Crushable John Boehner's Name Makes Him Inevitable Candidate For Next Sex Scandal |
Video: Khloe Kardashian And Lamar Odom's Unisex Perfume Ad Posted: 10 Feb 2011 09:30 AM PST We think this is a self-aware parody of a perfume ad, and therefore we think it’s cute. But we could be wrong, in which case: Blech. Also, can this be our platform to talk about how much brain-aching we experience every single time we see the name “Khloe”? It’s the moniker equivalent of the Paris Hotel in Las Vegas — which is maybe not a bad analogy for the Kardashians as a whole. Post from: Crushable |
Sweet Repeat: Avril Lavigne Is An Overgrown Teenager Posted: 10 Feb 2011 09:10 AM PST
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Fan Fiction: Angry Birds Is A Conspiracy Posted: 10 Feb 2011 09:02 AM PST In the wild world of Angry Birds, birds and pigs remain mortal enemies. Or do they? It was a calm day, slightly balmy. The wind bringing with it a smell of the spring to come. It was unseasonably warm too, but Jonathan couldn’t be bothered to talk about the weather. He stood tall on the cliff, overlooking the crude, rickety structures and the odd noises that emanated within them. Most of the time it was just rank animal sounds: a squeal here, a snuffle there. But faintly, several times now, Jonathan thought he could the impossibly slight sound of a shell cracking open before its time. Jonathan’s feathers ruffled involuntarily. His best friend, a level 3 black bird named Gary came up behind him, where Jonathan’s own troops were assembling. “You okay man?” Gary asked uneasily. “I just want my son back,” said Jonathan. His eyes never left the horizon, and Gary could see how tightly Jon was keeping his beak clenched. Jonathan was an angry bird. When the pigs had first come for the children, they had taken the flock by surprise. For years, the pigs had been nothing but peaceful neighbors to the lower-income avians. Many of the birds in Jonathan’s community were like himself: young, single parents that had a history of drug and alcohol abuse. But Jonathan had been going to his meetings, and had no longer been coming home drunk and raging at the world where he was just a lowly red-bird, unable to give his kids the advantages of growing up in a white-bird household where one day they might be able to go to college, or be used as an explosive device. The pigs had always sympathized with Jonathan, sympathized with their dumb, dull smiles. They had made for good company, especially during the worse days, when the egg’s mother had still been around. She would openly berate Jonathan about his shitty job at the office and claim that she was going to run off with one of those blue jays that were literally three times the bird that Jonathan was. Eventually she did. But it hadn’t been so bad after she left, and the pigs had helped subsidize his income by letting him work on the forts they were building, one town over. Looking back, Jonathan couldn’t believe he had ever been so naive. He was just lucky that he and the other birds tasked with building what they thought were residential pig-housing had done such a terrible job at it. Their tiny claws were not equipped for the hammers and nails their new employers had given them. Plus, the pigs were none to bright: Who ever thought that sticking ice on top of stone slabs would protect them from the elements? Their homes were indeed precarious, wobbling this way and that in the almost non-existent spring wind. But with the way things had turned out, Jon had never been so happy to have done a shitty job in his life. He would never forget the day he went home to find his little one-story nest above the seed store ransacked, with no sign of his son the egg, or the pig-babysitter that stayed over while he worked those late hours building poorly-designed infrastructures deep in pits, or up on floating pieces of land. His first thought had been poachers, or a natural disaster. But there had been no news on Twitter all day. Jonathan ran next door to find his cousin, Amber, herself a single mother. Amber was sobbing in a tiny, black ball when he found her, her feathers splashed with what he hoped wasn’t her own blood. “They took the eggs, Jonathan,” she had moaned, “They took all our eggs.” That was the last thing she ever said to him. That had been two months ago. Amber had gone back to the bottle, and surprisingly the pig kidnappers had never moved out of plain sight. The news cycle on the white-bird network talked about nothing else but the hoofed terrorists that had stolen all the children for food. And though Jonathan had always considered himself progressive, he had unconsciously begun to believe the rhetoric. Those pig bastards were going to eat his son. He didn’t know where the pigs came from, or why, in the past two months since the war began, they never retaliated against his fellow birds’ kamikaze assault, but he knew that they were evil. Post from: Crushable |
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