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Monday, October 4, 2010

Who Is Coming With Me?


The Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago is running a Muppet/Jim Henson exhibit through January. I. MUST. GO.
Fraggle Rock will be there! KERMIT THE FROG!!! HANDS ON ACTIVITIES!!!!! I might be able to make my own Muppet! Do you understand the joy here? Cat-fish gets it. She's the one that pointed this out. As such, she may be the one I drag with me to the museum.
If any of the Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas characters are there, my head might just explode.
Fair warning, I will be running around like a kid with ADHD hopped up on sugar. Mainly because that's actually what I am.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Need Another Ribbon On The Back of Your Car?

It is my goal to one day cover my car entirely in empty causes. The Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation is surely one of them. An "informal support group for problems that were the result of traumatic experiences at petting zoos as children", the CGTF is doing some important work. (Yes, I know it's fake).

Petting zoos are scary!! Frankly... I've had more run-ins with camels than goats (due to the unfortunate camel toe incident at the Creation Museum), but frankly, that experience just showed me that all creatures are not God's creatures, no matter what the religious far right says.

On that subject... wouldn't you expect more religious people to be environmentalists?

Buy a t-shirt here. They're pretty funny.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

October 16th Can't Come Soon Enough





When wondering aloud why this entire movie seems to be filmed in Sunset-o-vision, my very own mother tossed out a salient point: "Well, the whole book is set at bedtime." Way to get deep and symbolic on us, mom!

I am growing increasingly impatient for this movie to be released. Each preview makes the hairs on my arms stand up and I get a little teary.

Apparently, I'll have to go sans children, as my suggestion that I escort my nieces was served a roundhouse kick to the teeth. Oh well. Who ever wanted to deal with sticky kids in a movie theater anyway?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I'll Give It Two Years Before You Totally Regret This.


I'll bet $50 this girl dreams of the day she meets Robert Pattinson, not realizing that instead of causing him to profess undying love, it causes him to get a restraining order.
Geekologie has a whole gallery of Twi-tats... check it out. It makes me really sad.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

You Look Stupid: Why You Never Ask for a Tattoo On Your Face.


This is 18 year old Belgian, Kimberley Vlaminck. Kimberley claims she asked for 3 stars on her face, by her eye... which is foolish enough ("Granny? What are those green droopy things on your face?"). This is what she got instead.
According to the Daily Mail, she's trying to sue the tattoo artist, stating that he didn't understand her in English or French:
'I think he didn’t understand what I wanted. He spoke only fractured English and French.
'But I explicitly said in my native tongue, French, and also in a little bit of English when he looked confused, that I wanted three little stars only near my left eye.'
This is key area number one. If someone who's about to needle ink permanently under your skin ever looks confused, stop. Stop right there and draw a picture.
Key area number two:
She claims she fell asleep while he was doing his work... and awoke to 'this nightmare'.
'It is terrible for me,' said Kimberley. 'I cannot go out on to the street, I am so embarrassed. I just look horrible.'
You're a shitty liar, Kimberley. Anyone in the world who's ever had a tattoo will tell you that you aren't asleep... ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE GETTING A NEEDLE STUCK REPEATEDLY IN YOUR FACE. If you did fall asleep, you shouldn't have eaten that Space Cake.
The tattoo artist basically called her out on her shenanigans, saying she was awake for the whole thing and looked in the mirror several times. Sounds like SOMEONE got busted by her parents for being a moron.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Birv's Phoning It In Today.



Well it's a SLOW NEWS DAY!!! No craziness from celebrities (is it a winter thing?), no new shows (I refuse to admit that Mental is anything other than House minus pill addiction), what do you want from me?

Thusly, I give you a funny cat.

That's all until Dancing Thursdays tomorrow... I have MANY choices for tomorrow's post... which should be doubled after tonight's Vegas Week on So You Think You Can Dance. SOMEONE'S going to need an ambulance! (It's me!)

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Glee... How Do I Love Thee?



What are you a part of that brings you joy? If something makes you happy in an otherwise mundane existence, does it matter what other people think about it?


Between texts with BFF (IF YOU DON’T LIKE THIS SHOW YOU AREN’T MY FRIEND ANYMORE!), I couldn’t stop squealing with delight over how much I loved this show.


So much happened in the pilot of Glee that it felt much longer than an hour. Songs! A capella interludes of classic music (you haven’t lived until you’ve heard Quincy Jones’ "Soul Bossa Nova" Glee style)! Jane Lynch, pitch perfect as the hyper-competitive cheerleading coach, yelling about hepatitis!


Potentially cliché characters are given depth and humanity. Rachel Berry, a would-be starlet with all the Machiavellian eagerness of Election’s Tracy Flick, is given a background shown during her audition solo, “On My Own” from Les Mis. As her star-quality voice rings out, the audience sees just how unpopular Rachel really is- cyberbullied, drinks thrown in her face, spending more time on MySpace than with real people. Finn, a fresh-faced jock (that TOTALLY would have been my freshman year crush from afar) reveals that he’s so eager to please everyone because he watched his mother’s heart get broken time and time again.


Storylines are real- setting up an early flirtation between the upstanding family-man/Spanish teacher/Glee Club chaperone Will and Germophobe/Nutritionist Emma will surely add weight to what could have been a flighty teen series.


This is so much more than a “musical”. All I can say is when it comes out fully this fall, you better watch it, or we may have to have a talk about our friendship.


This show may even bring back a Cubs fan’s affection for Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin'”.

PS- Since this IS Fonzipan, I couldn't NOT post a little Amy...

Monday, May 18, 2009

You Stupid Tease!


What has two thumbs and is always super excited for new tv? THIS GIRL! I have to say, normally, summer tv makes me die a little inside, what with the inundation of ridiculous reality shows and repeats. That's right, when everyone else is taking advantage of the gorgeous weather, I am holed up grub-like in the dark, directly in front of my air conditioning unit, watching the tv.

This summer seemed to be filled with promise, with a new season of So You Think You Can Dance (I love me some dancing!) as well as a new show from Fox called Glee (from Nip/Tuck creator Ryan Murphy), about a bunch of misfits in the high school glee club (with the voices of angels! See below). Snarky commentary on the harsh reality of one's teenage years? Sign me up. High School Musical versions of Amy Winehouse? I already love it like a fat kid loves cake.

Color me excited- this is a new world of television! I may have found my Pushing Daisies replacement (Kristin Chenoweth is even a repeating guest star)!
Then, in reading Fox's fall lineup, it dawned on me that tomorrow's premiere of Glee is a teaser preview for the FALL SEASON! Dammit Fox! Way to get my hopes up 5 months in advance. My summer hopes are dashed. I'll have to... GASP... go outside and enjoy life. Yikes!
I must say, I'm also intrigued that the lineup shows So You Think You Can Dance as the lead-in show for Glee this fall... is this a super-long season, or are we having two seasons in a row?


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Yes, Please! Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus



This direct to video film may be just the vehicle to boost Debbie Gibson's star right back into the limelight! Maybe not Electric Youth limelight, but at least fading star Playboy limelight.

A Mega Shark! That destroys airplanes and the Golden Gate Bridge (that thing is under serious movie-fire lately, wtf?)! A Giant Octopus! That takes out an oil rig! oooohhh.... I see what's going on here. This is going to end up with an environmental message, isn't it.

Lorenzo Lamas, you're poisoning the sea with your hair oil, and the thawed, prehistoric beasties aren't going to take it anymore!

Pre-Order your copy today!

Monday, May 4, 2009

If Anyone Can Make Something Like This Happen When I'm Around, You Will Instantly Become My Hero.



Almost as good as spontaneous public dancing... T-Mobile introduces mass karaoke, and everyone appears to be having a blast. Why, WHY does everyone in England always look like they're up for a good prank?

PS: at :40 and 2:02... is that Pink, or is it just me??