Boobs! It's The All-T*ts Edition of Pajiba Love!
And so it's come to this. It's a miserable Monday at the end of the month, and Dustin is scraping the bottom of the f*cking barrel for the ol' Pajiba Love. I'm not sure I've ever done an ol' PL before and, frankly, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
I'm supposed to post about sock monkeys, right? Well check out this "tiniest sock monkey." (Etsy)
I wonder if this guy has purchased the tiniest sock monkey yet:
Two thousand sock monkeys! ...Think he does anything untoward with the sock monkeys? Totally does, right? Totally.
The thing I don't like about sock monkeys is that they're always watching. Just sitting there watching you do your dirty business. F*cking Peeping Toms. And according to bizarre posters popping up down in Huntington Beach (presumably as part of some stupid prank), Louis C.K. is also a sock monkey. Which is to say, a Peeping Tom. (LAist)
Speaking of watching things you shouldn't be watching, I know how much some of our American readers wish they could access BBC's iPlayer. Similarly, all your fur'ner readers are constantly complaining about Hulu's jurisdictional blocks. Well, Papa Freilich's got the cure to all your woes. (Lifehacker)
Sometimes, we have to cheat and install plugins to watch the good things. Sometimes, it's as easy as subscribing to a video podcast. You subscribe to The Rachel Maddow Show, right? What, you don't like smart and funny? Heathen. (NBCnews podcasts)
You prefer your smart and funny of the fictional variety? Then you should be reading
Hawkguy Hawkeye, the best Marvel comic in a long time. (av club)
Speaking of comics, did you hear that the connection between the original X-Men trilogy and the upcoming X-Men: Days of Future Past has deepened further? Director Bryan Singer has confirmed three more actors from the original set of films that will be appearing in his sequel to X-Men: The First Class. (io9)
Last Friday, our friend over at Unreality (who frequently posts about comics) took a break from his usual great nerd and sci-fi posting to present us with his Origin Story, after his photo wound up on Cracked.com, and it's an entertaining read with an obvious statement which we should constantly remind ourselves of: "[W]hat you write about [on] the Internet stays there forever, so you should be damn sure to be able to live with everything you've said." Also, interestingly enough, our own Overlord Rowles similarly began his journalism career with some secret college Greek reporting although, if I recall correctly, he didn't exactly gain any popularity as a result of it all. (Unreality)
Speaking of Overlord Rowles, didja see on Friday when he chewed out NBC for its failed plan to aid in the dumbing down of America with a proliferation of broad comedies? (Warming Glow)
He doesn't quite go so far as wishing that NBC execs would die, but if one were to offer such a sentiment, might I suggest the Bubonic Plague ... didn't know folks still die from the Bubonic Plague, didja? (io9)
Some folks seem to wish the plague on Anne Hathaway. Me, I still adore her. But Saturday night, she looked like my grandmother's couch. (Cele|bitchy)
In other news, get to know the lesbians! (Salon)
Lesbians don't need condoms, which is a good thing, when it comes to this -- check out the gnarly 90-year-old reusable condom:
Cute crap, nerd crap, celebrity fashion, lesbians, condoms, reddit, ... I think I've covered everything Pajiba Love is supposed to do, yeah?
So Saturday night, I got to see the reunited Ben Folds Five, and it was pretty awesome. After playing the new tune "Do It Anway," Ben briefly explained how he came up with that song during his last performance at this same venue, last summer. Short version, he performed a cover of a Kei$ha song, because the band decided to do a cover of the number 1 song on iTunes and at the time they came up with the idea, it was "Sleazy":
After performing the song, he noted that he couldn't continue shaking his ass while standing on the piano for the next song, to which someone in the audience yelled out "Do It Anyway." That led to an improved bit, part of which was recorded for posterity:
And so it is, the birth of a song. I'm telling you this story not simply to rub in the fact that I saw BFF this weekend, but to rub in the fact that I saw that show last summer as well and got to hang with Ben in his green room after. Yes, next time you see me, you can touch me.
OK, that's enough of this linkage bullsh*t. I still have a bunchf*ck of Sundance reviews to write. Speaking of which, here's one of the shorts that premiered at Sundance. It's called The Apocalypse. It's got Martin Starr. You're welcome.
...Oh yeah. I promised you boobs, didn't I? Well, look. Here's the thing. I lie. I know what gets you people to click the links, and I'm only too happy to oblige. But there's no Carla Gugino boobs here. Ain't no boobs at all. The only boobs here are y'all, for expecting boobs. I'm too classy for that sh*t. Watch some live clips from Saturday's BFF concert and cool off. "Magic" and "Song for the Dumped," which closed out the main set.
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