CUTE ANIMAL VIDEOS

I think my heart just EXPLODED:




Also, this is hilarious:



GOD, Aubrey, seriously, get back to work.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!

The real question is where have I been, and there really is no good answer. Here's something new:

It's a tattoo! It's all healed now, but I don't have any pictures of the final product yet. Basically as soon as The Todd stopped tattooing me I wanted another one. Thank god it's a costly addiction, or I would have about five million. DON'T WORRY MOM! I'll just stick to cocaine for now!

I've been watching a lot of True Blood lately (enough that I've started thinking in Southern accents, no fucking joke), and I can't get over how great the opening credits are. A little labor-intensive research (read: wikipedia) informed me that they're done by a group called Digital Kitchen, who also do the opening credits for Six Feet Under, Dexter, House, and a bunch of other tv shows, as well as a ton of commercials. If you have a few minutes to be impressed, go here
and watch their videos. My favorite one is the opener for "The Company" [WATCH IT BELOW] which I guess was a miniseries? I don't even remember it airing, but watching the opening sequence is enough to have me adding the whole thing to my Netflix queue.

The Company Main Titles from DIGITALKITCHEN on Vimeo.

THIS is way too much fun. You enter a URL or body of text and it tells you what words are used the most. For my blog, "like" and "movie" are vastly above all else. I'm kind of ashamed and also kind of proud. And why is Frodo so big? Have I really said it that often?

Let's get Gayrried

That beautiful caption job was supposed to be for an article about how people need to get a grip and stop expecting Terminator: Salvation to be the second coming of post-apocalyptic adventure films, and just accept that it is an awesome action-adventure movie featuring hot people shooting things. Since when has that not been enough?

However, the sad news coming out of Sacramento today is making me rethink what's most important for me, a blogger with a clearly ENORMOUS following and the real chance to impact political decisions that have already been made, to talk about. So instead of calling out T:S haters, I'm going to pretend that my husband (seen above) is telling homophobes to fucking GET OVER IT already, because I can't believe we are still having this conversation. There's really not much I can say that hasn't already been said more eloquently, so let's just leave it at... fuck you, California. You're better than this.

Same Shit, Different Bidet

I found this picture buried in my sketchbook. It's not clear what expression I thought I was drawing, but it sort of looks like she's about to let loose a serious fart. Good luck, lady!

I also found the drawing below. These ladies were in a "girlie show" in 1914, which is a fancy way of saying striptease. Strippers in the old days looked classier than regular people today. Is this progress?!?!?!


In other feminist news, the Vatican Army might start allowing women to join. Even though the modern woman in me (haha ew) is excited about this, I can't help but feel like it's another addition to a long line of shitty peace offerings to minority groups. Like gays in the army or getting to work as a bean-picker. Besides, can you imagine a lamer job? Does the pope even need protection? What can your silly Vatican guard hat do that an omnipotent protector can't? (besides look FABULOUS with heels?)

Actually I take back that last joke. For one thing, it was too easy. For another, God probably rocks the shit out of a pair of stilletos.

Ugh, Thursday.

Here's a picture of a lady in a big hat that I drew for my boss. Geez the scanner at work is crappy! I wish they still had hats like that. What's old is new again, right?

I'm trying to find tickets to visit the other half of my heart, Megan, in St. Petersburg, but they are all SO expensive! Why do planes cost so much money? Or more to the point, why don't I have lots of money? Then I wouldn't need Kevin Spacey to convince me to fly business class.

Anyway. Tuesday night I went to a special pre-screening of Public Enemies, the new Michael Mann movie. I felt like a star! Except for the hour-long wait and not being able to sit with my friend. A real movie star would never have had to put up with that shit! But the movie was good. Am I allowed to say that? They never said I couldn't. And I dare say I'm not ruining the story (public record!) I like John Dillinger but when are they going to make a movie about Ma Barker? I guess they sort of made one in '96 (ironically also called Public Enemies) but it looks like the worst thing ever. I want a good Ma Barker movie and I want Boney M to do the theme song:

Britain DOES have talent

My idol:

by luloczek

How can I describe how much I love this woman except to say that a lone tear escaped and trickled down my face like this:



(I was tempted to post a picture of Frodo crying after Gandalf disappears into the mines of Moria, so I googled "Frodo crying" and it was the first entry! ... I feel weird about that. I feel weird about all of this.)