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Ah, the Jibbering horde, I love you, truly I do. I’d like to take a serious moment and ask you all to send positive thoughts to long-time Pajiban dammitjanet as she waits on some medical test results for her young niece. dammitjanet is a kick@ss lady and if you know her in the realspace or on the facespace, she asks you send any message of support discretely as she is trying to keep this news close to the family. That she thinks of us as family is almost too much Pajiba Love for my sad little spackled heart. To quote something said earlier this week, “With any luck, Keyser Söze is currently hunting down cancer, its friends and family, and anyone it ever knew.”
So you know how I like lists. Am addicted to lists? Am turning Pajiba into some sort of Listomania? Here’s a list of films with soundtracks that are dominated by a single artist. If you haven’t already, I really recommend you listen to the Away We Go soundtrack by Alexi Murdoch. It’s perfect if you’re looking for a sort of mellow, Nick Drakeian vibe, which I often am. (Funtuna)
If you click on this, you will be treated to eight tech inventions inspired by science fiction that became real (realish…almost very nearly real) in 2010. To quote a friend of mine, “WHERE IS MY F*CKING HOVERBOARD, ZEMECKIS?” (Dvice)
You know how we were all baffled and saddened by Jake Gyllenhaal dating that squinty teenager? (Yes, yes, she’s 21…but sort of still a teenager in the head, don’t ya think?) Well he’s not no more. Yay! I’m that much closer to spending Thanksgiving with Peter Sarsgaard!!! That’s why people date Jake Gyllenhaal, right? (Evil Beet)
Speaking of my sad, spackled heart, it grew three sizes this morning when, as a result of this video, Ted Williams, a homeless man with a golden voice, was featured on radio station WNCI 97.9 and is being offered voice-over work left and right. Seriously, no snark, just love. (The Daily What)
I’m including this link on director Neill Blomkamp’s upcoming project, Elysium, in the hopes that you guys will say that thing about prawns. Because it makes me laugh when you do. (Scifi Mania)
James Franco is attached to a boatload of upcoming projects including making his directorial debut with an adaptation of William Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying.” VARDAMAN’S MOTHER IS A FISH. Mom and dad, if you’re reading this, that’s my English Degree at work. Money well spent, non? (Showbiz 411)
“The Telegraph” (more reputable than “The Sun,” yeees?) has photos of a new Batman musical which looks pretty sweet but is called, disappointingly, “Batman Live” rather than “Batman Spectacular, Spectacular.” I dunno about you, but I am looking forward to a fresh source for on-stage injury stories. (The Telegraph)
What were the two shortest feature films of 2010? The answers to this and dozens of other questions about 2010 film that you didn’t even know you had. (Eric D. Snider)
Okay, this is about love, right? And you all love bacon, right? I’m here to test that theory. Let me know how you feel about bacon after you watch this. Warning, eat your lunch first. (Epic Meal Time)
Rowles stole my thunder earlier by posting that Ryan Gosling “My Little Pony” video. I’ll let it pass because a) we know Dustin has no self-control when it comes to the Ryans of this world and b) he’s my boss…so…whatcha gonna do. You know what I’m gonna do, DR? Post something even cuter. Oh yes. Check out this earnestly sweet father singing one of my favorite, heart-meltyist songs (“Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros) with his tooth achingly adorable daughter. Also, they do a surprisingly great job. Suck on the sweetness, Rowles.
And because I dare not leave you on a sweet note, lest you think I am soft and susceptible to your Pajibarbs, here’s something that made me snerk and snark with glee yesterday, Josh Groban singing some of Kanye’s finest tweets. Groban wrote, “It was an honor to sing these. I sincerely hope he doesn’t lash out at me with sick floetry.” Did I ever think I would like Josh Groban? No, no I did not.
Joanna Robinson, your link wench, actually enjoys the occasional Pajibarb. You can lash her with your sickest floetry here: firstname.lastname@example.org.
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