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Your Flame Wars Displease Me

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Jeez people, what the hell? You guys do realize Pajiba Love is a place where we make fun of stupid celebrities and watch funny-cute dog videos, right? Not that I don’t appreciate the open exchange of ideas and stuff, but… YIKES. Chill, out guys. Anyway, I’m taking the Figgy route here and posting a hot, muscley shirtless guy in order to soothe you; the only difference is, unlike Figgy’s wussy guy, mine is bigger and more imposing because he will not take your shit and if he catches you guys in another us v. them thing again, he will mess you up. I don’t care how annoying they are; for the sake of my ever-expanding email box, play nice!

And now, just to show you I still love you all: ZOMBIE SHARKS. Specifically, there’s a film adaptation of Afterburn starring Gerard Butler and zombie sharks. Did I mention the zombie sharks? Because there are zombie sharks. Zombie sharks? Zombie sharks. ZOMBIE SHARKS. (io9)

And speaking of zombies, if you play Bruce La Bruce’s L.A. Zombie in Australia, the police will raid your home. And yet in America, you are allowed to inflict Norbit on an unwitting public? Seriously? (Queerty)

So at first, I heard Natalie Portman was making a female sex comedy, and I was all like “yeah, I can get behind this!” And then she was like “Oh, by the way, I blow a fifteen-year-old boy in the movie” and now I just feel… wrong. (Film Drunk)

Are you drunk yet? No? Well then here’s a site devoted to cocktail recipes based on video games. Which is great, because it combines the thing I used to avoid my family when I was a kid with the thing I use to avoid my family now! (TheDrunkenMoogle)

Because her other two children turned out so well, Dina Lohan is planning on sticking her third kid in a movie she’s producing about heroin-addicted teenagers, because Dina Lohan doesn’t understand irony or foreshadowing. (popbytes)

What happens when you take The Situation and Bristol Palin, the two people least qualified to talk about safe sex, and put them in a public service announcement about preventing teen pregnancy? This. This happens. (Celebitchy)

Sadly, 2010 isn’t over yet, but it’s never too early to think about what you’re thankful for! Specifically, being thankful for being able to bitch about things on the internet. Wee! (Hobo Trashcan)

I’m guessing Christina Aguilera really, really, really wants you all to see Burlesque, because she decided to fork over a bunch of money to get a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I swear, the girl is literally *this close* to just going door to door with freshly baked cookies and a sign around her neck saying “please see my movie!” (Agent Bedhead)

Are you ready to see the absolute coolest van you will ever see that doesn’t turn into a giant robot person that shoots laser cannons? Yes, yes you are. (Gamma Squad)

Here’s what the entire world looks like if you happen to be a gigantic racist. Say what you will about Canada, but do NOT be talking smack about the penguins! Thanks Scully! (Some E-Cards)

So Eva Longoria and Tony Parker apparently got divorced, but then as it turns out they weren’t, and then I remembered that I don’t actually know who either of these people are, and then I ate a cupcake. (Celebslam)

Here are 17 apocalypses you’ll never see coming. On one hand, it would kinda suck if the world blew up, but if it means Tila Tequila no longer existing, I’m okay with this. SEE YOU IN HELL, CRAZYTITS! (Cracked)

And finally, here’s what Dora The Explorer would look like if it were written by a six-year-old instead of a bunch of a-holes who keep talking down to your kids. THE FUCKING BALLOON IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU, BITCH! TURN AROUND!

Jeremy Feist is a freelance writer, maker of lovin’, and an average-everyday-sane-psycho. You can check his NSFW blog here, or email him here. Please include your Pajiba handle in the subject line, because he sucks with names.









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Comments

Bitch bitch bitch moan moan moan complaaaaaaaaaaain.

(Immature? Yes, yes it was. But I changed the word anyway because as we all know, grammar is more important than actual intent. Kisses! - JF)

Posted by: Rykker at November 17, 2010 12:07 PM

I lurve you, Jeremy.

Also, I'll take a Mana Potion to drink because blue is my favorite flavor!

Posted by: Pinky McLadybits at November 17, 2010 12:10 PM

I think this just proves that zombies have jumped the shark.

Posted by: Melina at November 17, 2010 12:13 PM

I'm so not a beef girl. I can't get into guys who look like Stretch Armstrong. Give me Tennant's bony bone any day. And JGL. And Jack Davenport. Then leave because I will be busy for a while.

Posted by: Courtney at November 17, 2010 12:15 PM

Oh my stars. That video was so unbelievably funny. I rarely laugh out loud at the stuff you post, but that one did it for me. Thanks for that.

Posted by: elsie at November 17, 2010 12:17 PM

Haha... touché, JF. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to type that email fast enough.

Apologies.

Posted by: Ryyker at November 17, 2010 12:19 PM

That header pic looks like it combines all the repressed anger of Eminem with all the joy of roid rage. I find it frankly intimidating and then I snicker at the level of narcissism it must take to get to that point.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 12:21 PM

Moar puppy videos!!

Posted by: MM at November 17, 2010 12:22 PM

[returns after reading the explosion of insanity on yesterday's Pajiba Love column]

See, that is why we need some kind of alert system on Pajiba. It would be great to know when there is a full on talkback brawl erupting so we can throw an errant comment into the fray.

Posted by: TylerDFC at November 17, 2010 12:23 PM

RRAAAACCEE WAAAAAAAAAA

Oh Wait. You want the opposite of that. My bad.

WOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRLLLLD PEAAAAAAAAACE!!!

Posted by: Littlejon2001 at November 17, 2010 12:26 PM

TylerDFC:

These days if the comments venture past the 40 mark, you can pretty much guarantee there's lots of brawling and bottles breaking over heads. My thoughts go out to the resident Pajiba piano player who has to try to keep playing as bodies are hurled over his instrument.

Posted by: PaddyDog at November 17, 2010 12:28 PM

And then she was like “Oh, by the way, I blow a fifteen-year-old boy in the movie”

So Natalie Portman isn't just a fan of Roman Polanski raping children?

Posted by: ThunderSacTriumph at November 17, 2010 12:28 PM

If people would ignore the trolls, there would be no unpleasantness. Or very little of it.

RE header pic: Um, I appreciate shirtlessness, but that guy up top looks like a douchebag. He might not be, but the hat and the tattoo are kind of going in that direction. Maybe it's just me.

Posted by: Slash at November 17, 2010 12:28 PM

Sorry, I need boobies to calm me down. Not Magnus Ver Magnusson up there.

I have issues.

Psychiatrists are making money off of them.

Posted by: Fredo at November 17, 2010 12:31 PM

Don't worry, Paddy, he has a player piano for just that purpose. He can duck behind the bar with the rest of the cringing alcoholics while perforated paper does all the work for him.

Posted by: coveredinbees at November 17, 2010 12:32 PM

So Natalie Portman isn't just a fan of Roman Polanski raping children?

ThunderSacTriumph FOR THE WIN!

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 12:34 PM

We should get Lauren to write for Pajiba.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at November 17, 2010 12:36 PM

Wait, aren't sharks scary-as-fuck-mindless-killers anyway?! Why zombify them? That would be like zombifying Asians behind the wheel of a car!

THAT'S RIGHT, I FUCKIN' SAID IT!!!!

Posted by: Kballs at November 17, 2010 12:38 PM

The Batvan's only known weakness?

Speed bumps.

So if you're running from the Batvan, find the nearest school zone or Trader Joe's parking lot where it can only menace you from afar.

Posted by: Kballs at November 17, 2010 12:45 PM

You're a batvan.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 12:51 PM

I'm Batvan.

Posted by: Rykker at November 17, 2010 12:53 PM

I know. I peeked under your hood.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 12:55 PM

I'm glad I'm not alone in thinking the header guy looks like Blast Hardcheese.

Posted by: Courtney at November 17, 2010 12:57 PM

That Dora video is adorable and a million times better than the actual show.

Posted by: Paultera at November 17, 2010 12:58 PM

That's sexual harrassment.

Posted by: Kballs at November 17, 2010 12:58 PM

KBalls - And are you for it or against it?

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 1:01 PM

Paddy: I was thinking a text that tells me when I should log in cuz there's a fight a brewin'.

Posted by: TylerDFC at November 17, 2010 1:01 PM

I'm Batvan.

Posted by: Rykker

Without even thinking about it I read that aloud in Batman's voice and started cracking up. I can feel the odd stares I must be getting through my cubicle walls.

Posted by: Paultera at November 17, 2010 1:07 PM

TylerDFC:

Set up a Google alert with the key words: weight, skinny, fat, socialism, fecundity, Christian and Pajiba.

The just sit back and wait for the links to the flame wars to pop up.

Posted by: PaddyDog at November 17, 2010 1:07 PM

Mrs. Julien,

I can't believe you just asked me that question.

It's like I don't even know you anymore . . .

*mimics squeezing boobs with both hands with verbal honk honk accompaniment*

Does that answer your question, honeytits?

*wink*

Posted by: Kballs at November 17, 2010 1:10 PM

You had me until my Edwardian upbringing kicked in at "honey...". Stupid prudery stopping me from engaging in a flamewar.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 1:13 PM

Oh, Kballs, if only you had used the Gibsonian approved "sugartits." Everyone knows Mrs. Julien is a Gibson Girl.

EDWARDIAN PUN'D!

Posted by: coveredinbees at November 17, 2010 1:19 PM

I was thinkin' maybe the Jacobian philosophy might be a probable counter for Kballs to employ against an Edwardian upbringing, except I came to the conclusion that humping her leg probably wouldn't impress her all that much.

Posted by: Rykker at November 17, 2010 1:24 PM

See! See! First THEY want to marry, now THEY want to tell us what to do! Probably without a complimentary reach around too.

Posted by: admin at November 17, 2010 1:26 PM

I'm no Evelyn Nesbitt, but a curator at the Tate in London once told me I looked like a pre-Raphaelite when I walked past him on the stairs.

True story.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 1:27 PM

Was it all the wildflowers charmingly arranged in your tresses?

Posted by: coveredinbees at November 17, 2010 1:29 PM

Does that answer your question, honeytits darlin'?

Fixed.

Actually that entire comment is a perfect microcosm for my dating problems when I was single: I would always take it one step too far.

Woman: "You want to come in for some coffee?"
Me: "Sure! Do you have any condoms?"

Woman: "Have you seen The English Patient?"
Me: "Holy shit, that movie sucks every dick ever! It bored me to near suicide! What an overhyped piece of shit!"
Woman: "Well, it was my mother and I's favorite movie before she died of cancer."
Me: "The English Patient gave her cancer?!?!"

Woman: "This first date is going well, don't you think?"
Me: "Yeah, and let's hope it is coming well later, too. Amiright?! *offers high-five*"

:(

Posted by: Kballs at November 17, 2010 1:29 PM

Again with the skinny guys. And I was in an okay mood too.

Posted by: Jay at November 17, 2010 1:30 PM

I think it was my strangely masculine jawline.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 1:31 PM

told me I looked like a pre-Raphaelite

Yeah, but did anybody ever tell you you have the face of a Botticelli and the body of a Degas?

Posted by: Jay at November 17, 2010 1:33 PM

Oh KBalls. I was chortling along quite nicely until "cancer" and then I almost spewed tea all over my keyboard. I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Your review of The English Patient was succinct and accurate if colourfully stated.

C'mon honey. Let's be friends.

Kisses,
Mrs. Julien

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 1:36 PM

Jay, personally, I fantasize scrawn because Mr. Courtney-to-be is a human bellymonster. A girl needs variety.

Posted by: Courtney at November 17, 2010 1:41 PM

OMG, is Mrs. Julien going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back and gets KBalls to come over to the facebook side?!

Stay tuned......

Posted by: Anna von Beav at November 17, 2010 1:42 PM

(tiny voice) No Jay. No, they have not.

Sigh.

Actually on my list of creepy, but supposedly charming things, men have said to me is the following: You have such beautiful flesh. It's so white.

He had read way too much Anne Rice.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 1:43 PM

Anna - It's Raging Bull actually. IT DEFEATS ITS OWN PURPOSE!

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 1:46 PM

a human bellymonster

I think I just adopted a new moniker for my self-image.

Posted by: Rykker at November 17, 2010 1:50 PM

Ooh. Great idea for a comment diversion: creepiest pick-up line you've personally experienced.

Mine was when a guy told me "you remind me so much of my little brother"

Out of that bar I could not get fast enough.

Posted by: PaddyDog at November 17, 2010 1:54 PM

My fireman was WAY better than your Guy-With-Tiny-Head-And-Weird-Manboobs, Feist. IT IS ON.

I mean, I don't like the skinny dudes either, but that dude's just too much. Give me a nice middle any time.

Heeeeeeee, that video is hilarious. I freakin love little kids making up bizarre stories.

Posted by: figgy at November 17, 2010 2:15 PM

Give me a nice middle any time.

Mmm...nice middles. I'm off to Kickette!

Posted by: 2HB at November 17, 2010 2:16 PM

Figgy needs HAAAAAAAMM.

Posted by: figgy at November 17, 2010 2:19 PM

Paddydog

On the phone: You have a really nice voice. You should be a phone sex operator.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 2:20 PM

Give me a nice middle any time.

Then you oughta see the back I'm packin' in these pants today.

Posted by: Jay at November 17, 2010 2:43 PM

It seems that Kballs and I went to the same finishing school.

Posted by: RobP at November 17, 2010 3:10 PM

Now I can't get "Shoop" out of my head.

you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back--
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that

Posted by: figgy at November 17, 2010 3:17 PM

Well, if Jesus Knee Cow can't save the day, I don't know who can.

Posted by: bev rage at November 17, 2010 3:17 PM

My 'worst' wasn't a pick-up line, it was an experience. I was at least 24 at the time and my workplace was opposite a park where an extremely prestigious private school would do their sports practice.
One day, I'm waiting at the tram stop, and one of the students starts up a conversation with me. He had a British accent and was very polite. I actually remember thinking 'What a nice young man!' because obviously my brain is 89 years old.
Then I realised he wasn't asking what stop I was getting off at because he was nice, he was trying to pick me up.
Awkward.

Natalie, just a heads up: that encounter ended with me pretending I had to make a phone call, then going home to complain to my friends that Cupid was fucking with me (my love life had been flatlined for a while at that point). It did NOT involve me having sex with the underaged boy.

Posted by: ScienceGeek at November 17, 2010 3:20 PM

I just used this as the subject line of an email to remind people about a report:

He groaned slightly and winced, like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.

I have GOT to get out more.

(It's Wodehouse.)

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at November 17, 2010 3:31 PM

Eh, Portman supported Polanski so no one should be surprised here. Why is she doing her career backwards?

Posted by: Kate at June at November 17, 2010 3:39 PM

(It's Wodehouse.)

Elmer "Daltry" Fudd: Shhhh... be vewy, vewy qwiet. I'm doin' Tai-Chi.

Posted by: Rykker at November 17, 2010 3:40 PM

Dammit. Don't you people recognize bait when it's handed to you on a silver platter. Get your asses over to Prisco's review and let the games begin.

Posted by: PaddyDog at November 17, 2010 3:41 PM

RE: worst pick up line

While working, I was once told that I was "missing out on a lucrative career in the adult film industry." Followed up with a wanna go out for a drink line.

I was 16.

Posted by: Scully at November 17, 2010 3:50 PM

Wasn't that me?

Posted by: Mulder at November 17, 2010 3:54 PM

And then she was like “Oh, by the way, I blow a fifteen-year-old boy in the movie”

You have no idea what I would have done at fifteen for her. You have no idea what I would still do for her.

But I will give you some clues. At fifteen years of age, to get blown by Natalie Portman, I would have:

1) punched my own family;
2) punched your family;
3) fought crime;
4) fought the law;
5) been a script-mule for George Lucas.

Posted by: coryo at November 17, 2010 4:10 PM

It seems that Kballs and I went to the same finishing school.

My mind made that very, very dirty.

Posted by: MM at November 17, 2010 4:46 PM

Same wavelength, MM.

Posted by: Rykker at November 17, 2010 4:51 PM

The Batvan.....is it street legal?

Posted by: LordNinja at November 17, 2010 5:42 PM

Creepiest pickup line: didn't happen to me, but my friend and I were out in River North in Chicago and a drunken Jeremy Piven stumbles up to us, points at my busty friend's chest and says "those are luscious." Terrifying.

Also not a pickup line per se, but Scott Baio once stared at me for like 10 minutes at Starbucks and I felt dirty.

Posted by: Courtney at November 17, 2010 5:44 PM

Who seriously would go see Cher, Oscar® winner and the Tranny Granny® in a movie. And what 15 year old boy would turn down a BJ from Natalie Portman. She could show up at any junior high school she wanted with a pair of knee pads and stay busy for literally days.

Posted by: OscarTamerz at November 17, 2010 7:00 PM