Claire Danes Comes Out In Support of Plastic Surgery. Well, This Photo Makes A Lot More Sense Now.
My dears, collective nouns are the best, don't you think? I've had a fascination with them ever since I read James Lipton's book, "An Exaltation of Larks." (James Lipton? Oh yes, my friends, that James Lipton) Seriously, though, an "Ostentation of Peacocks" a "Romp of Otters"? Adorable. I'll call you a "Snark of Pajibans" until you come up with something better. Someone must have told reader cap about my secret obsession because he(?) sent me this amazing link of Collective Noun Prints. I want to paper my walls with them. (Woop Studios)
But I'll leave some room on my walls for these terrific fan-designed X-Men: First Class posters which were made in response to the stupid ones released by the studio. How, exactly, do you f*ck up Fassbender and McAvoy, you idiots? (The Mary Sue)
Speaking of my favorite mutants, some creative type has drawn various X-Men into some classic comedy scenes. Gourd bless Paul Tassi at Unreality for wading through all the emo/cutter stuff on deviantART to find these gems. (Unreality)
Look! An incredible ye oldey timey Lloyd Dobbler shirt!!! Quick, buy it for Dustin and then convince him it's not too hipster for him to wear. (Threadless)
First, lettuce discuss my dismay that not only is there an SAT essay question about reality television, but that, in the wake of criticism, the test makers are defending its inclusion. Secondly, please take a moment to admire the way this NYT reporter let the final quote of the article speak (haltingly) for itself. (NYT)
Also, do you ever feel like pop culture, in an attempt to be as meta as possible, is starting to devour itself? Check out this particularly inhumane centipede: Segment One: Jimmy Fallon; Segment Two: Jimmy Fallon's Bob Dylan Impersonation; Segment Three: Jimmy Fallon singing the theme song to "Charles in Charge" in the style of Bob Dylan. I mean, I laughed, but I'm a little horrified. (Warming Glow)
Should our society ever end up literally devouring itself in a Zombie Apocalypse, here is a helpful infographic on how to arm yourself. (Geekologie)
I'm sort of with Claire Danes on this one. I understand why women (and men) in Hollywood get plastic surgery. I just think the risk factor of ruining your face is SO high. And I love Claire Danes's little face. I hope she never touches it with needle or knife. (Celebitchy)
Are you all excited for March Madness, my dears? No? Come on! Well if you dislike sports, you may want to check out this Sci-fi Movie March Madness bracket. Unfortunately, the first round pit one of my favs, Stargate, against the juggernaut that is Star Wars. My brain wants to make a Darth Spader joke, but it's Friday, so I don't have it in me. (io9)
Star Wars. . .Stargate. . ."Star Trek"! This link is about "Star Trek"! Specifically, some woman wailing out the "Star Trek" theme on a saw. Yawrp, a saw. Check it out. (Topless Robot)
In, "It Seems Like Science Fiction But It Isn't" News, apparently the moon is gonna by humongo tonight. "Humongo" is a very advanced scientific term, in case you were wondering. (Slate)
The beauty of these montage videos is how they highlight themes within a director's body of work. This one features the work of the great Danny Boyle. And you know what? I love all these movies. Yup, even the mawkishly sentimental one with the Scottish kid who hallucinates saints. Yup, even the one with Cillian Murphy in space. Yup, even the one with Leo on tha-nope. Not that one. I still hate that one.
Earworm warning. I mean it. Reader paultera sent this to me yesterday and I've been singing it ever since. I sang it in the drugstore. You don't want to be caught singing it in the drugstore. It's a great response to that bosomy UCLA racist who complained about Asians in the library. The tune is catchy, the harmonies are pleasing, but, seriously, these are not words you want to be caught singing while trying to buy shampoo. So. . .I WARNED YOU.
Joanna Robinson is literally singing that d*mned song as she types this. If you have suggestions on how she can get it out of her head, send them to firstname.lastname@example.org or follow her @quityourJRob.