After Bots interviewed Rowen in our last installment, we weren’t sure we could top the conversation. But we gave it a shot. And I misspelled “Tchotchke” seven thousand times while writing this. She, however, has impeccable spelling and grammar. And fashion sense. And skin. OH GOD WHY CAN’T I BE LIKE TCHOTCHKE?! Continue reading
I love Prince.
I have mostly terrible taste in music but my long-standing, top volume devotion to Prince is my one musical saving grace. His Royal Badness has rescued me in many a social situation, after I mistakenly think a party can handle the raw power of “Teenage Dream” and when I am trying to sleep at night after spending day 324 in a row listening to a playlist entitled “Call Me Maybe 4 EVA.” Prince is an incredibly prolific artist and it’s been pointed out there is a Prince song (or entire album) that has gotten a Crasstalker through every fragment of life, so trying to pick just one favorite song really isn’t enough space to capture the full range of wonderful that is Prince the artist. Continue reading
Welcome back to Dance Moms! I’m excited, aren’t you? Unfortunately, I didn’t have cable last season, so I have no idea what happened. I’m assuming the girls danced and the moms yelled and something, something Maddie, Chloe, drama. Sound about right? Let’s get to the dancing!
Previously on Dance Moms, Kelly left and there was a HUGE audition to replace her kids. Lots of famewhores parents brought their daughters to audition and there was a big ruckus. We end up with a tall, skinny older girl named Allie (Ally?) who has a mom who looks like June from “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.” Continue reading
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Apparently flying spittle is all the rage in certain gun nut circles. First Wayne LaPierre goes on Meet the Press with barely contained flecks of doom-dribble eeking out from the corner of his lips. And now, ranting shower head, Alex Jones, spit-flings an entire rage diatribe at CNN host Piers Morgan. He then follows it up with another batcrazed rant for his YouTube followers. Let’s take a look at some of the most insane parts of Jones’ commentary. We’ll also employ the help of the Christopher Walken Rage Response Meter. Walken is a longtime hater of guns. Continue reading
We’re gonna talk about this little bit of insanity for a second, ok, kids? Ok. In the vein of the old mantra, “If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?” the weirdo troll monsters, 4Chan /b/ (whatever), spent the better part of yesterday calling for Operation Cut For Bieber. This appeared to be some sort of bullshit movement hoping to get young people to self-mutilate as part of an asscrappingly horrendous demonstration in protest of Bieber’s alleged habit of smoking “the good Lord’s ganja” — and it has all the markers of being one of the more heinous things we’ve witnessed with regard to social media and peer pressure. Continue reading
A Reddit user recently posted a picture of a note that a waiter friend had received in lieu of a tip. Assuming this is real, why should this cheap-ass, non-tipping note-leaver go to hell? Let us count the ways. Continue reading
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Since we haven’t Honey Boo Booed ourselves into a coma yet, something called “All My Babies’ Mamas” is reportedly on its way to the Oxygen network. This sounds like a recipe for disaster heretofore unmatched by the television gods who keep the airwaves full of noxious human beings who have developed their own niche of “Agog Viewership.” Yup, if you’ve gone about your daily lives never contemplating some crazy random thing’s potential abhorrent ripeness for television fodder — believe that someone else has. Continue reading
Luke’s father had some in with CBS and managed to score Final Four tickets. I lived in New Orleans at the time, so Luke and two other friends came down to stay with me and make it an informal bachelor party week for Luke.
Before they arrived, it was my job to head down to the French Quarter, where CBS had set up operations and a huge hospitality room, to pick up the tickets and the passes to get into the CBS parties. Five tickets and five passes.
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