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Bear Grylls — is he or isn’t he? Faking it, I mean. Sheesh, what did you think I was talking about? (Agent Bedhead)
A reader waxes poetic on Chaplin, America, and hope. Give it a look see. (Vox Conscientia)
If you’re wondering why Jack Black looks like the guy who ate Ricky Schroeder all of a sudden — well, there’s a perfectly logical explanation for that. (WIMB)
She didn’t run far enough. (Yeeeah!)
Gawker’s new book, The Gawker Guide to Conquering All Media tanked worse than a Kevin Federline album. Let’s all take a moment to smugly point and laugh at them. (Galley Slaves)
I’m told that Dorothea Lasky’s debut novel, Awe, has the force of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” and the messiness of a battlefield amputation. Intrigued? She’s doing a book tour from her Philly apartment. (Dorothy Lasky)
Really, though — isn’t the line between “Dentist” and “Plastic Surgery Inspector” kind of gray these days? (QuizLaw)
A local animal rights hero is receiving the ASPCA’s lifetime achievement award — so I just wanted to send some Love his way seeing that such a large portion of Pajiba’s readership are devout animal lovers. (Philly.com)
Steeeee-rike! Sigh. (TVFallsInTheWoods)
Larry David inexplicably mulls over two more seasons of “Curb Your Enthusiasm” — purportedly to attempt to reach all new levels of televised assyness. (NY Post)
Heather Huntington takes a look at the best cinematic dystopias. What, no Resident Evil? (RealzChannel)
Why Malibu will always be the most bodacious “American Gladiator” as well as my personal favorite — after the jump.
Pajiba Love | November 5, 2007 | Comments ()
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