Videodrome is a good movie, if you’re in the mood to watch James Woods grow a vagina in his belly from which he can retrieve a variety of inanimate objects.
In other words, its your typical David Cronenberg movie. It doesn’t make much sense, but you get the vague feeling that maybe that’s because you’re just not quite smart enough to get it, when really, you just haven’t taken enough drugs.
a) Thanks, Ajax. Don’t know whether the missus would be into that, so I’ll have to have a word with Amazon (probably son Brendan is looking at stuff over there).
b) What does Angelina Jolie in “Tomb Raiders” remind you you’re out of, Jeff.
Arrrg… Links like these while I’m at work! Curse our nannyware firewall! (And curse my co-workers who didn’t think to keep our network segment from having to go through it…)
TW: I have a plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel!
Every time I watch one of the X-men movies, after I get over the irritation of hearing everybody call Prof. Xavier “Professor Eck-savier,” I spend a lot of time wondering whether Rebecca’s body makeup is just body makeup, as it appears to be, or a really very thin and effective body stocking with no seams anywhere, and whether she’s ticklish. And how early she has to get up to get it all put on, and what a huge pain in the patoot it must be to wash it all off.
Can you pick something up for me at the liquor store?
‘Cause I feel like dancing.
Hmmm. Is “Videodrome” worth renting? Amazon recommends it to me.
Two jugs over here…
Oh, wait. JOKE! I joke!
…
No! No! Put down that pickle!
Isn’t that the one about the girl from udderspace?
It makes me remember that Canada has given us good things to make up for the Celine Dion debacle.
TW:Who cares if she’s an alien as long as she can fully function.
Keep us abreast of any developments.
Two pickets to Tittsburgh, please.
Videodrome is a good movie, if you’re in the mood to watch James Woods grow a vagina in his belly from which he can retrieve a variety of inanimate objects.
In other words, its your typical David Cronenberg movie. It doesn’t make much sense, but you get the vague feeling that maybe that’s because you’re just not quite smart enough to get it, when really, you just haven’t taken enough drugs.
Guess they’re not sugar tits?
Hmmmm.
What it reminded *me*, and I might be alone in this, that I’m wondering why aren’t there beer bottles shaped like large breasts?
Why? WHY? **WHY**?
Bartender: “Yeah, what do you want?”
Me: “I’ll have a Sam Adams 38DD with the large nipple. Thanks”
Yet Another Hillary Bust Haiku
Hillary in stone,
breasts au naturel. O God,
please put some clothes on.
ytw: trial. At my trial, I’ll claim insanity.
a) Thanks, Ajax. Don’t know whether the missus would be into that, so I’ll have to have a word with Amazon (probably son Brendan is looking at stuff over there).
b) What does Angelina Jolie in “Tomb Raiders” remind you you’re out of, Jeff.
Collagen.
TW: Not that she needed it in the first place…
Actually, that last line should read “please gouge my eyes out”.
TW: Definitely not my type…
HAHA Jeff! That made me laugh good and hard. Thanks for the mameries
Homewreckers?
SarahW–
Puh-LEEZ! After what she did to Ross? Serves her right, I say.
Wow, I can hear the “meow” from here…
Now, now SarahW. For every homewrecker there’s a sack O’sh*t that can’t seem to live up to the promises it’s made to it’s partner.
Oh, yeah, RC. Everything circles around to Greenwald, eventually.
Dan,
Well played sir, I salute you.
I just had this great idea for a game called “Six Degrees of Glenn Greenwald.” And then I thought, “Wait a minute.”
Well, yeah, RC, but it would have been better if you’d have included lying.
Okay, McGehee, you’re on. Jennifer Anniston & Glenn Greenwald.
Captain Holly: I like yours better.
I can do it in two moves. I know Thomas Ellers, who knows Glenn Greenwald.
I likes big breastesesess…
tw: Yearning to be free…
I usually think of Sunny
and think Mabrey I should have
put in Species III instead.
Uh, it’s my slow day I guess. I don’t think of Natasha — hot as she is — in terms of large breasts.
Those arent breasts. That’s bait.
But what’s there is cherce. NSFW by the way.
Looks like prime armadillo habitat to me. The kind of habitat that might make an armadillo dance uncontrollably on a Friday night. Carved peds and all
Rebecca Stamos………………………………………………………………………….Uh. What was I going to say?
Man, is there a single page on this blog that’s SFW?
… and if so, why?
You mean Rebecca Romijn.
(This is kinda fun.)
Charlie: I guess ya got something there.
Jennifer Anniston knows David Schwimmer, Matthew Perry, Matt LeBlanc, Rob Lowe, Tom Selleck, and Lisa Kudrow—all of whom are Glenn Greenwald.
It’s not the size so much, it’s the insouciance.
And other…aesthetic considerations.
SB: very
Shhh.
Translation for us regular folk:
“What’s big got to do with it?”
Oh, and since S3 didn’t want to load, I simply had to watch S1 again—I had totally forgotten about Marg…
Arrrg… Links like these while I’m at work! Curse our nannyware firewall! (And curse my co-workers who didn’t think to keep our network segment from having to go through it…)
TW: I have a plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel!
Every time I watch one of the X-men movies, after I get over the irritation of hearing everybody call Prof. Xavier “Professor Eck-savier,” I spend a lot of time wondering whether Rebecca’s body makeup is just body makeup, as it appears to be, or a really very thin and effective body stocking with no seams anywhere, and whether she’s ticklish. And how early she has to get up to get it all put on, and what a huge pain in the patoot it must be to wash it all off.
Stamos, you’re a big idiot. Cute, though.
The “Watching Natasha Henstridge in Species reminds meâ€Â
Absolutely perfect.
No flaws.
TW: that
Yes, how about that!