Evening, folks! Hopefully everybody is still relatively damage-free and non-ragey after the first two days of the week.
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Daily Archives: May 3, 2011
9 posts
I haven’t done a music post in a while so let’s get down tonight. Here’s a selection of tasty dance music. Get your glow sticks ready, strap on your Pikachu backpack and start melting the Vick’s Vapo-Rub because it’s gonna be a workout.
Here are 10 dance choons I’m digging right now. I wish I could say these are all the newest tracks of the moment, but most of them are six months to a year old (that’s fucking ancient in the dance music world).
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Gordon Ramsey and David Beckham at L.A. Lakers game.
Hey there, old ladies!
I’m not clear how your mother, Vogue, religion or society in general dropped the ball on filling you with a healthy self-loathing about your body, but where did we go wrong here?
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An asshole isn’t a villain. He isn’t the CEO of an evil conglomerate secretly trying to take over the world. He’s the friend you have to apologize for after the party, but you continue to invite anyways. Here’s a list of the Top 10 TV Assholes; what makes them jerkfaces, dickwads, and tools; and the redeemable qualities that earn them a little place in our hearts. Continue reading
It’s May! That means that we (and by we, I mean I) have decided to reboot the Crasstalk Book Club. But, books, man. Who has time for books? Plays, though. Plays we can work with in regards to time limits and if we, for some bizarre reason (eaten by lions, shot by gorillas, nasty paper cuts etc.), neglect to finish (or even start!) the play, well, we can always watch the movie two hours before discussion time to get necessary talking points.
Introducing the Crasstalk Play Club!
Confession: I am the laziest female you will ever meet. There are a bunch of reasons for this, some more valid than others, but the point remains: Like the honey badger, I am a sleepy fuck.
I’m not a tomboy. I’m not some gross hobo living on Lower Wacker. I still want to look good, but I just don’t want to have to try. At all. So, I’ve developed a regimen. It’s not exactly the regimen of a Real Housewife of Orange County, but nor is it that of that creepy girl Karen in 10th grade who didn’t wear deodorant and had bits of old food on her sweater all the time. Continue reading
Oh yeah, I love your little art-house offbeat indie comedy starring Parker Posey and that guy with the strange nose from that one Wes Anderson movie. But sometimes you just need a big-ass, big-budget epic monster of a movie. How the fuck else are you supposed to waste all of Sunday afternoon on the couch?
So for today’s QOTD…
What’s your favorite epic movie?
Hiya, kids! I kind of sort of noticed that we’re running a little low on posts. Help us help you*coughavoidworkcough*?
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