Worst. Post title. Ever. Sorry, been sick for the last week and am sorely off my game. While I dust the place off, here’s a link to classmate Laura Jung’s first piece at The Learned Fangirl.
“Trust me, I’m Your Daddy, er….The Doctor: Gender Norms and Patriarchy in Doctor Who: The Aztecs”
I think Laura and Batgrl would be a delightfully deadly combination, and I of course mean that in the best possible way!
There are many cultural issues regarding the Lone Ranger remake but every time I start to think about them, my brain derails with the thought, “Someone took a perfectly good Johnny Depp & put a fucking bird on it.”
I deeply question Vanity Fair’s assertion that Johnny Depp makes this look cool in any way shape or form.
Note to vanity fair: Bird. On. Head.
[embedded video: Portlandia: Put a bird on it]
This was a draft I found hanging around. It started life on my facebook page on March 8, 2012 so I don’t remember where I planned to go with it. This is what you get.
Doctor Who fans will want to try the Daleks Relaxation program.
I don’t believe I’ve ever neglected my blog for nearly a month, before. What can I say? Time flies. End of the semester. Lots of cookies to eat. Yeti movie marathon on SyFy. Stomach virus. Home improvement. Laziness. More cookies. Iowa Caucus.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
It’s cold and windy and suddenly winter here in Virginia. For no related reason, here’s the commercial for the Weebles Haunted House from 1976. This was possibly my favorite toy as a child.
[embedded video: Weebles Haunted House Commercial]
I wish I had one now, but people sell them for ridiculous amounts of money on ebay and I can’t bring myself to buy one.
We’ve been spending way too much time here at my house reading Studies in Crap. The site first caught my attention when a link to “Does the Harlequin Romance Unicorn Vengeance boast the worst sentence ever published in English? Mayhap!” popped up on a list-serv.
So what is Studies in Crap? It’s a feature on the website of Kansas City magazine, Pitch.
Back to their expert dissection of Unicorn Vengeance:
That first sex scene ends abruptly in the middle of a handjob:
“Nay! Not so soon! Wolfram felt his seed spill across his stomach in a warm, tingling rush, even as he heard himself moan.”
This is historically accurate, at least according to what a lady friend tells me about her summer working at Medieval Times. It also fulfills the narrative obligation of letting the maiden maintain her maidenhood until the book’s climax.
Studies in Crap dissects a variety of fine sources, from Texas history textbooks from the 1930s to Evangelical marital advice manuals.
Poor some coffee and say good-bye to the rest of your day.
How sad. Around the Mall reports that the exhibit One Life: Echoes of Elvis lacks a velvet Elvis. Nevertheless, it looks like an amusing show and it’s up at the National Portrait Gallery until August 29, 2010.