now that’s fucking writing.
thank god the democrats are in charge again or this would single handedly get pbs defunded.
now that’s fucking writing.
thank god the democrats are in charge again or this would single handedly get pbs defunded.
i saw an early preview screening of lars von trier’s antichrist on thursday.
we will be discussing this in october when it’s released. please come prepared.

my fondness for faux retro posters and book covers is well documented in this blog.
so imagine my delight when i came across these cleverly updated war propaganda posters by artist brian lane winfield moore. this is my favorite visually, but the most clever has got to be “loose tweets sink fleets.”
- joss whedon, to entertainment weekly

memo to joss: i know you love girls who kick ass. i do too. but kicking ass is not the same as having range. i mean, it’s not like smg has proven to be the second coming of meryl streep.
get some help, quickly. find someone whose casting instincts you trust. maybe j.j. abrams. ask them if they would stake their primetime network series on the proposition that summer glau posses some secret character actor skills no one has heretofore detected. go, ask. i’ll wait.
dollhouse got a very unlikely 11th hour reprieve, despite the fact that the smart and lovely eliza dushku has slightly less range than jiminy cricket. please don’t double down on glau.
dear yahoo mail,
are you advertising prostitutes to me now? if so, i appreciate your concern but my sex life is not that bad. yet.
love,
sean
recession-era sang froid from the owner of babeland, as quoted in new york magazine
w.c. fields couldn’t have said it better.


brilliant sixties-style paperback covers for novelizations that never were, by mitch ansera
(reblogged from fcr)
– house gop leader john boehner (r-ohio), questioning the democrats’ stimulus plan
um…burning man?
i can’t seem to sleep (likely culprit: too much caffeine) and for some reason i find myself craving original cast recordings and the like.
i just finished listening to hair, which put my in the mood for this inspired sammy davis jr. number from sweet charity. so brilliant and joyous, it transcends camp and arrives at pure faux-hippy, post-rat pack nirvana.
bonus points if you spot ben vereen and toni basil among the dancers.
r.i.p. bettie page.
i can’t count the number of raven-haired women i’ve known who would be sporting completely different hairstyles if it weren’t for you.