Well here we are again Crasstalk. Shall we take a look and see what is happening around the world? Don’t be scared, I am sure everything is going to be just fine. OK, maybe not fine, but I am sure all the bad things will be over soon. They won’t? Oh, well I am sure these tribulations will make us stronger and create a unified sense of national purpose. It won’t? Really? Sigh, well look, maybe adversity will make us a stronger and more resilient. OK fine, I might be lying, but only a little. OK, a lot. Well, at least we still have sweet booze.
Well hello, Slores! Hope you are ready for an excellent day. Continue reading
Spotted on A.V. Club. Cannot be unseen. NSFW.
One afternoon, Thunderclees and MonkeyBiz had a chat over GMail about writing an article on Rick Perry’s tax plan. This is that chat.
MonkeyBiz: Howdy
Thunderclees: So I’m Thunderclees—what’s your ID name?
MonkeyBiz: Monkeybiz.
MonkeyBiz: Which means this conversation is going to be very confusing for everyone, especially Bots
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Martha Marcy May Marlene and Jeff, Who Lives At Home are two films that take a look at the people in their twenties and early thirties who haven’t quite found themselves. No, they aren’t hippies but the characters are definitely people that go through life in a way that society doesn’t always agree with.
One of the joys of the expansive, still terribly unsettled Republican Presidential field is that everyone with even a whiff of a chance is still making speeches, collecting money, and turning out advertising.
When the advertising is from the ‘minds’ behind the Herman Cain campaign, the possibilities are endless. And mindless. Video after the jump. Continue reading
All right gang, I’m a bit worn out so let’s get this over with. Continue reading
Hey you! Get off you ass! We are in the middle of the war to win the internet! Continue reading
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I pulled into my reserved spot in the far-flung corner of the shopping center parking lot. The four-bay outparcel housed a Gamestop, two vacant storefronts, and the reason why I was here. My friends had raved about this hot new chic entrant to the Orlando dining scene, but I remained unconvinced. Mexican food was always hit or miss for me. I’d eaten plenty of $2 24oz tacos and even an $18 molé once (spoiler alert: it tasted just like $3 molé). Truly delicious Mexican fare at a reasonable price point seemed even more distant than Mexico is from where I stood in Central Florida. But there I was, at 1:00pm on a Friday afternoon, prepared to take a step into the unknown. Continue reading