Lauren

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Lauren "AKA Spirit Fingers" likes to talk about entertainment, politics, the news, the world, you know, the awesome stuff that makes us say, "Holy Crap! That's crazy...but I love it." Got a message, a writing gig, or need a freelancer? Email me at: [email protected] or find me here @CrassLauren.

Are Sing-a-ma-jigs Cute, Cuddly Fun or Something Else Entirely?

I’m left a little baffled by this toy. On one hand I get what it’s supposed to be. It’s some sort of Elmo-esque plush toy that does what plush toys of the new millennium do. They sing and dance, or shake, and tremble, or whatever else palsy-ridden toys should do nowadays. Why? I have no idea. I’m from the world of soft teddy bears and Raggedy Ann dolls. I never got the appeal of the singing/talking stuffed toy, the Teddy Ruxpins of the toy world. In fact that thing was downright scary! It was like it could read your mind and then rat you out to adults. Sheesh. It was a monster. Now then…the Sing-a-ma-jigs by Fisher Price? Singing flesh eaters? Beloved best toy ever? I dunno.

There is also something about it that may be a bit unsettling. Continue reading

Catching Up With the GOP: The Dodger, The Diva, The Dreamer, and The Dingbat

So it’s been a whole ten minutes since GOP debate 17,460. Are we in withdrawal yet? No, not really, but we should catch up on what the Best and Brightest of the GOP has been doing in the last week or so. After all, until the President gets his wish, you know the one he told Jay Leno about two nights ago (see below), all we can do is watch and learn, folks…watch and learn.

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Updated: Could Deborah Bradley, Mother of Missing 10-Month-Old, Lisa Irwin, Be the Next Casey Anthony?

On Oct. 4, Deborah Bradley and Lisa’s father, Jeremy Irwin, reported their 10-month-old daughter missing. They claim while Irwin worked a night shift, and Bradley and their other two sons slept, an intruder entered the home and abducted the baby.

After three weeks and no significant leads, police are now starting to evaluate the parents more closely. Continue reading

Enough is Just Enough with the Gaddafi Death Footage

Yes, he’s dead. The world is a better place for it. And really, if you live by the sword, you die by the sword.

However, at some point I’d prefer those two-dimensional animated re-enactments depict the events of the capture and death of some heinous, disgusting, crazed, devil. I can really do without the various photos and video footage of the death of an evil man on an endless loop, and popping up like some sort of cannibalized zombie from the worst horror movie ever on my computer screen. Continue reading

The Hollywood Caller: Movies to Again Spew Robots From Space

Frankly, we would have preferred Pigs From Space, but that’s not in the cards; Zombies to take over all of teevee; Droids at the breakfast table, now that’s progress; Nic Cage strikes again! But this time we could possibly like it. Protest corporations not Batmobiles…and much, much, more!

Today’s Hollywood Caller is bursting at the seams! Continue reading

The Walking Dead Recap: Bless the Beasts and the Children

There were mighty concerns at the end of last season. After a strong start, it seemed the show veered off into some odd writer-debacle ditch, felled by its own popularity and novelty. There were plot holes and too much fodder. By the end of the season, Rick and his band of survivors were lost, not just on the show, but in the mounting drama embroiling behind the scenes. Continue reading

Jerk Alert: Hey Loud Talker, Shut It!

It’s one thing to have some jack-a-noob yammering away while you watch the very important movie Contagion at the multiplex, and another thing entirely if said person is yammering away at fighter jet decibels on his cell phone while Gwyneth Paltrow is dying. This is something that could possibly go beyond jerkdom and land you squarely onto the endangered species list. Everyone’s ear holes are very serious business.

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Coming Attractions: This Means War; or Two Cute Guys Fight Over Elle Woods Inexplicably!

Well, no one’s going to object to Chris Pine and Tom Hardy parading around being all hot and macho and stuff in a movie talkie about blowing things up and flexing their tattooed biceps will they? Certainly not. Will it matter that the movie premise is the dumbest thing ever? NO WAY! Chris Pine and Tom Hardy will be walking sex sticks wrapped in orgasm butter, which means there’s at least a 75% chance one or both will be naked before this stupid thing ends! Woot! Continue reading