April 2010
17 posts

I saw Ridley Scott’s take on Robin Hood the other night at an advance screening, and I wasn’t disappointed in spending 130 minutes at the theater. I also didn’t pay for the ticket, so take from this what you will.
Positives: The casting of the movie is pitch-perfect. Russell Crowe’s Robin Hood is a badass, Cate Blanchett plays a strong Maid Marian, and Mark Strong proves again he’s a great go-to bad guy (he was previously the villain in Sherlock Holmes and Kick-Ass). But my real favorite was Kevin Durand (Keamy on Lost), who looks as though he’s having the time of his life playing the muscular, destructive Little John.
I’m not one to gloat, but I consider myself the best awkward dancer, maybe of all time. I confidently say that I can out awkward-dance almost anyone I meet, in fact I have yet to find anyone that even challenges my utilization of what Mary and Eva so eloquently describe as my “arms and…
I accept. Gauntlet thrown down.
The TV Hat. A TV built into a hat. WHAT. This is worse than the Snuggie.
I just bought five.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
I’m not joking. Scroll down to the second section of that linked page and see for yourself.
I was looking at how YouTube users discover our “I Loved College” video, and stumbled upon this essay about art and the topic of higher education. Among other things, they analyze the water-cooler kegstand and how it reflects America’s feelings about schooling.
I think I’m flattered? It’s weird seeing someone seriously contemplate something my friends and I made while fucking around.
(music video here)
A girl more athletic than a boy in middle school gym class = premature emasculation.
If everyone generally agrees that sex is great, then why do people say “sex sells” like it’s a surprise?