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Trade News | March 11, 2008 | Comments (176)


I honestly don’t like being hard on Judd Apatow; so far, the man hasn’t disappointed me much, though neither myself (on the strength of Ranylt’s review) nor anyone else in America actually saw Walk Hard (and I’ll blame Fun with Dick and Jane on Jim Carrey). “Freaks and Geeks,” “Undeclared,” The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up and Superbad have given him an extended reprieve, but I can’t help but think that it’s only a matter of months before I’ve had my fill. He’s like Reese’s Peanut Butter cup cereal: I’ll go on a bender where I’ll eat it for breakfast every day for three weeks, and then suddenly, those delicious peanut-butter and chocolate puffs will turn my stomach and I’ll end up leaving a half-eaten box in the pantry for six months before I throw it out. We’re coming up on week three, and at the rate Apatow is going, it’s gonna be Reese’s cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next couple of months. Drillbit Taylor, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, and Pineapple Express all look potentially amusing in a one splendid joke run into the ground sort of way, but Don’t Mess with the Zohan, which Apatow co-wrote with Adam Sandler, is like mixing Reese’s cereal with battery acid. Still, it seems like every week we report on at least one new Apatow project; last week it was The Five-Year Engagement), and this week, Apatow is re-teaming with Sandler for an untitled project in which Sandler will co-star with Seth Rogen, further mingling the Apatow crew with the Happy Madison group, thus ensuring one helluva comedic belly ache. The plot of the untitled film is being kept under wraps, which probably means there isn’t one yet. I dunno how there could be; Apatow surely hasn’t had time to write a complete script. I can only imagine the man sits in his office everyday furiously scribbling loglines, to which he attaches Rogen, Paul Rudd, or Adam Sandler and then collects his multimillionaire contracts. I know you gotta strike while the iron is hot, man, but you don’t have to strike the rest of us with the hot iron. Lay the fuck off, man. Let us breathe.

In “Hey! It worked once, surely it’ll work again” news, Leonardo DiCaprio is considering the lead in a remake of the Korean thriller, The Chaser, which William Monahan (The Departed) will adapt for the big screen. DiCaprio would play “an ex-cop who goes on the warpath trying to find a missing girl. The girl, who may or may not be alive, is being used by a serial killer to taunt the police.” No word yet on whether the Dropkick Murphys will contribute a few songs to the soundtrack.

Meanwhile, in what’s sure to either piss off or really excite Dario Argento fans (see Ranylt Richildis), arguably one of the best young dye-rectors working today, David Gordon Green, has confirmed that he’s written the screenplay and hopes to direct a remake of Suspiria, a seriously fucked up horror movie that was nevertheless kind of awesome, especially if you’re a fan of brutal, chill-you-to-the-motherfucking core violence mixed with an unsettling moodiness that will give you nightmares well into your nursing home. Take, for instance, this scene from Suspiria, probably the most famous Argento scene of all time (graphically NSFW and extremely unsuitable for those sensitive to violence):

Now, on the one hand, I don’t know how good an idea it is to remake one of the horror classics, especially one as iconic as Suspiria — there’s no way to duplicate the unsettling intensity of that film — but, on the other hand, if it had to be remade (and all decent movies apparently must be), I’m glad that David Gordon Green has been attached instead of, say, Eli Roth, who I’d imagine would be most studio executives’ choice. The film is about an American student abroad in Germany who discovers that the dancing school she attends is actually home to a coven of Satanic witches, and yes — it is one of the films that surely inspired the torture-porn directors of today, which is why, ultimately, I have conflicting feelings about the original. Maybe I can talk Ranylt into adding a review of the originalSuspiria into our Pajiba Blockbusters series, and she can brilliantly parse the film and satisfactorily separate it from its lesser successors.

There will be a Fast and the Furious 4 and now that the stars of Vin Diesel and Paul Walker have suitably faded, the producers can afford them again, so they will reunite, along with two others from the original, Jordana Brewster and Michelle Rodriguez. Plot details are sketchy, but understand that it will involve cars, excessive skin, and an abundance of dumbassery; the climactic scene is expected to include an actual cock fight between Walker and Diesel, settling once and for all the debate about the sliding scale between penis size and a car’s horsepower (*spoiler alert: Magnifying glasses play an intricate role in the scene). Look for it in theaters next year.

Now, onto the trailers: First, the teaser for Tropic Thunder, a Vietnam war comedy that seemingly has only one thing going for it: Robert Downey, Jr. Weirdly, he plays a black man; you may have heard, unless — of course — you just discovered the Internet (congratulations!). The teaser trailer, however, tells you absolutely nothing:

Next, I guess I’m supposed to get all erect because Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino are teaming up and sharing an entire film’s worth of scenes together (along with 50 Cent), but I lost complete interest once I figured out that the blond guy in the opening snippets of the trailer wasn’t Anthony Michael Hall:

Finally, in what will certainly be a future real-time review here on Pajiba, a straight-to-DVD release that’s sure to excite some of The Eloquents, who will have a new element to incorporate into their ongoing Zombie wars. It’s not quite “sweater-vests zombies,” but it’ll have to do until TK becomes one of the undead:

Finally, another illustration treat from the eye-poppingly talented Skittimus Maximus:

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Comments

Damn, nice skills Maximus.

Posted by: twig at March 11, 2008 8:47 AM

Ok, is the Godtopus going on the roster of t-shirts soon to be available?

What I've heard about the RDJr movie is that he'll be playing a struggling actor faking it as a black man to secure a role. Memories of Soul Man abound with this one....he even insulted C. Thomas Howell in the interview I read. boo.

Posted by: feramones at March 11, 2008 8:48 AM

Love the Godtopus, Skittimus...I want one for my aquarium.

Posted by: lateformyfuneral at March 11, 2008 8:58 AM

I ain't gonna lie... any kind of zombie movie makes me smile. So much so that I'm gonna let that sweater vest crack go, Rowles.

But I've got my eye on you.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 9:03 AM

Those chicks need to arm themselves with more than machine guns if they want to conquer Zombie Strippers. That's why I keep my flamethrower loaded and at the ready at all times. You can never be too careful (especially with all the sweater vests roaming around these parts).

Posted by: Kolby at March 11, 2008 9:03 AM

apart from the fact that I had no idea David Gordon Green directed Pineapple Express, which came as a shock, the movie looks funny as hell but really? didnt see it coming. more importantly David, step away from suspiria, dont you even think about it, just no. I know you think you're so good that you can basically remake "the Night of the Hunter" and make it work and dude you did. I liked Undertow but I start thinking you have no ideas of your own. So please, let's just stay friends. If you wanna remake something new of Argento go ahead, remaking pelts and turn it into a good movie, that's the real challenge buddy. And just to make things clear, remake suspiria and I will find you and kill you dario style.

Posted by: rio at March 11, 2008 9:08 AM

yay zombies! i haven't even watched the trailer yet, but yay zombies!

oh, and just so y'all know, it's looking more and more likely that i'm going to blow my entire summer clothes "budget" on t-shirts for the damn site. *glare*

Posted by: lizzieborden at March 11, 2008 9:17 AM

I love the Godtopus!

Posted by: Erin at March 11, 2008 9:22 AM

I think Jenna Jameson scares me more than the zombies.

Don't they let zombies shop at Gap? I bet they'll get a great discount on sweater vests this time of year.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 9:26 AM

I am really over Apatow. I know that's mostly a female reaction. Mr. PaddyDog worships at his altar, but really I could care less if he never made another film.

Also, sweater-vested zombies make me smile.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 11, 2008 9:26 AM

Tee hee tee hee tee hee! Zombie strippers!

"Sar-Tree, Nebraska"? Did anyone else catch that?

I'll have to go back and look closely, but I think they were toting AK's in the trailer. Perfectly acceptable zombie killing machines. Flamethrowers, mah. The undead scoff at fire. Gimme an AK and a machete, and that oughta keep me out of trouble for a while.

Zombie strippers. Snort.

Well, I gotta go be a mom now. Dammit.

Oh and nobody should mess with Suspiria. Just the thought makes me feel well, bitey.

Posted by: Alabamapink at March 11, 2008 9:31 AM

Is it normal for a member of the fairer sex to instantly think that "Zombie Strippers" is possibly going to be the film that entertains her the most this year? I feel like I should be officially handing over my uterus or something.

I mean, I loved "Shoot 'Em Up" and all, but that had Clive Owen.

I'm so confused.

Posted by: Cookie at March 11, 2008 9:34 AM

The Gotopus is awesome! I want the full-sized version for my desktop.

Jenna Jameson, who is arguably a plastic surgery zombie by now, in a shitty straight-to-DVD zombie turd fest? Wow. Color me shocked that she could land such a good role.

Posted by: Spork at March 11, 2008 9:41 AM

I still think "Walk Hard" was good, but I appreciated the review objectively saying "just didn't connect with *me*, that's all". Like I'd said previously, I thought it was a spoof movie done *right*, as opposed to the very, very wrong that tends to happen these days.

I've only seen "Suspiria" once and don't have any strong feelings, but it was funny when we showed it at school and the poster said something like "the only thing scarier than the first 70 minutes is the final 10!" and the running time didn't add up. Afterwards it was decided that the neutral minutes must have been the long, extreme low angle climax exposition conversation with the priest or whoever he was before the final blowout.

Posted by: Jay at March 11, 2008 9:43 AM

Zombie Strippers may be the next Rocky Horror.

I think in your real-time review you should think of things shout out and to throw at the screen. Then provide us all with a script. Looks like you can re-use some Rocky Horror gems.

"First one that screams gets it in the tit!"

I'll start making the toast.

Posted by: wsapnin at March 11, 2008 9:47 AM

BTW--Beautiful work, SkitMax. I can hardly avert my eyes.

Posted by: wsapnin at March 11, 2008 9:49 AM

Skittimus: Lovely work. Oddly enough ever since you showed up on this site, I've had a picture of you as the street artist who did all the scary graffiti that would come alive at the opening credits for Rome. I just see Servilia cursing Skittimus when he graffitoes her copulations with Caesar. How much did Atia pay for that by the way?

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 11, 2008 10:07 AM

Now THAT's a being I could worship! His Betentacled Lordship rocks my world, Skittimus.

Posted by: MO at March 11, 2008 10:16 AM

Godtopus looks like he's the patron deity of the Powerpuff Girls. Must be the benevolent gleam in his eye.

Flamethrowers, indeed. Zombies don't fear fire. It's all about brain destruction, people. Think self-sufficient, low-tech, light weaponry. Zombies aren't smart, but they're the damn Energizer bunnies of the realm of ghouls, so you have to be prepared to fight a lot of the shambling bastards.

Posted by: Wednesday at March 11, 2008 10:26 AM

That zombie movie looks like From Dusk Till Dawn without vampires, decent direction, decent writing, and decent actors. So maybe it doesn't really look like FDTD, but it does remind me of it in a shitty way.

The teaser trailer, however, tells you absolutely nothing
I beg to differ. It tells me that Shit Blows Up. It also tells me last names. Everything else I can get from the Interwebs!

Posted by: Dangle McGee at March 11, 2008 10:28 AM

I'd like to pretend "Zohan" doesn't exist, seeing as it can simply be written off as a creation of Awesome-o's imagination. Then again, the trailers for Adam Sandler movies seem to make them look suckier than they actually are on the outside, kind of like wrapping a Snickers bar in a wrapper that says "Shitters" on it. (And they're just as funny too.)
As for Zombie Strippers, I saw the trailer for that hidden on a DVD a couple months ago, and I laughed my ass off. It looks like a goldmine for cheap laughs. Though, to comment on "Sweater Vest Zombies", that just sounds like a PG13 abortion of horror entertainment starring Channing Tatum and Miley Cyrus. *shudder* What hath I wrought? Is there a script doctor in the house?

Posted by: Mike R. at March 11, 2008 10:31 AM

I gotta say I think Pineapple Express looks markedly better than Sarah Marshall, Drillbit, and definitely Zhohan. And that's probably because DGG is involved. At last, a pot movie that takes itself seriously.

Posted by: Justin at March 11, 2008 10:31 AM

Zombie strippers? I'm there. (and speaking of zombie pajibans, there was a small zombie horde here in a2 a few months back, zombie strikes in August and September, although the zombie claus event in December never materialized. There might be video on youtube. I might be in it....)

Posted by: s. psaster at March 11, 2008 10:44 AM

The Godtopus graphic is beautiful, but don't you think it skirts a leettle too close to the Flying Spaghetti Monster?

It's just that I hate to think of you suffering the torments of His Noodly Wrath...

Posted by: Elron Hubble at March 11, 2008 11:00 AM

Oh Jenna Jamison's got it. An it you don't want...

Am I alone in wishing people would leave "Fortunate Son" alone? I hear that opening guitar and think "Oh we're in Viet Nam again".

Speaking of music, how many movies have Pacino and "Sympathy for the Devil" in it? Heck how many movies have "Sympathy for the Devil" in it?

Righteous Kill doesn't look half-bad if they can keep Pacino from YELLING! Plus, that cast looks fantastic. I have a girl-crush on Carla Cugino.
I'm uh gonna go now. I need to buy a Dropkick Murphy's t-shirt before 'amatuer day'.

Posted by: Amanda47 at March 11, 2008 11:11 AM

I...am speechless. I don't think my eyes have ever beheld a sight so glorious as the Blue Omnipotent Godtopus. May choirs of angels sing thee to thy rest, my cephalopod deity.

Well done Skitt!

I have also never seen Suspira, but I loved Green's All the Real Girls, so the prospect of him directing a classic horror movie is quite intriguing.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 11:18 AM

amateur.. ugh.

Posted by: Amanda47 at March 11, 2008 11:20 AM

That Godtopus is sweet, Skittimus.

I like Judd Apatow and all, but he's losing me with Drillbit Taylor. Am I the only one who's tired of Owen Wilson and his smart-ass shtick?

I could try to muster up some excitement about DeNiro & Pacino together again...but 50 Cent? Never mind. Just never-fucking-mind.

Posted by: Brie at March 11, 2008 11:32 AM

Absolutely love the Godopus! Skitt, fabulous job--as if we would have expected anything else.

I'm right there with you lizzieborden.

The Zombie Strippers did make me laugh. I know the film will be horrible. And I'll probably never watch it. I think the trailer is all I'll need to see of that movie.

Maybe if someone had just given the strippers some nice sweater vests, they would have been protected from the virus...

Posted by: tamatha at March 11, 2008 12:03 PM

They're remaking Suspiria?! I feel an Incredible Hulk moment coming on.

Posted by: Lannie at March 11, 2008 12:04 PM

Am I allowed to squee like a little girl on seeing that Godtopus graphic? Is that too much? All hail the Great Godtopus, and it's mighty prophet, Skittimus!

Man, I go away for one morning...and all sorts to great stuff gets posted. Okay, lemme play catchup now.

By the way...zombie strippers = awesome. Don't get attached, TK

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 12:19 PM

D, you wanna hasten TK's steady, yet inevitable, decline (or rise ... whatever) into the ranks of the brain-sucking undead -- make him write the review for the upcoming "Sex In The City" movie.

Hell, he's still frothing over Kim Cattrall's role in "Big Trouble" -- trust me, he'll LOVE it!

Posted by: A Bowl of Stupid at March 11, 2008 12:32 PM

I have a feeling when Apatow lets the cameras roll for some improv in a scene, Sandler's gonna panic, turn back to his days when he says "Zabbady doo!" and crosses his eyes and makes funny faces.

Posted by: aidan at March 11, 2008 12:50 PM

A Bowl Of Stupid... it will be the first time in history a movie review devolved into a homicidal rampage.

But hey, let's not give the editors any ideas, huh? Otherwise, I'm sending hitmen to Bangkok to fuck you up.

Bastard.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 12:55 PM

I may be giving Tropic Thunder too much credit, but as it is allegedly a comic spooftacle about the making of a Vietnam epic, and not actually a movie about the Vietnam War, perhaps the use of the cliched song was intentional?
Like I said, perhaps I'm giving too much credit. Can't wait to see RDJ though- it sounds like he might actually walk the fine line between sardonic and offensive successfully. As opposed to Soul Man which was 0% sardonic.

I make no such defense of the use of the cliched song in the DeNiro/Pacino pimpathon. I think they just didn't know any better. Morons. Sic the zombies on 'em, post-haste.

Posted by: Go Big Red at March 11, 2008 1:06 PM

I'm now convinced that "Skittimus Maximus" is not actually a person, but a well programed machine that has been fed all of the Pajiba content over the last couple of years and is designed to produce output that will be most pleasing to the current roster of writers and commenters. This is the most plausible explanation for that awesome drawing of Godtopus, as well as the consistently sharp and witty comments. Well done.

The DeNiro/Pacino movie is like a parody sketch. It has all the elements. The 'hip' take on the Rolling Stones song put it over the top.

Zombie strippers...hee hee! Thanks for giving me something to send out to my friends today.

Posted by: katy at March 11, 2008 1:13 PM

You know TK, to be fair, her performance in Big Trouble in Little China is easily the least heinous thing Kim Cattrall has ever done, unless we're counting any time she's turned down a part. Granted, that movie is completely awesome in spite of, rather than due to, her presence. But still, she didn't ruin it. That's something.

I have no idea why I'm being so nice today. I didn't even consume any legally questionable substances.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 1:13 PM

Kim Cattrall should have been given an Oscar for her performance in Mannequin. It takes a lot of effort to act that wooden.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 1:21 PM

Sarina, just to be clear, there is nothing (NOTHING) I don't love about BTiLC... Cattral included.

But Sex in the City is an abomination in the eyes of God. I wouldn't watch it for world peace and a lifetime supply of Reeses cups.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 1:24 PM

I'm not a big fan of Reeses Cups...the peanut butter is dee-liscious, but the chocolate tastes like waxy ass.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 1:30 PM

I can't spell today...by Friday I'll be spelling my own name as Goollea.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 1:31 PM

And thus, a new nickname is born.

Goollea. Welcome.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 1:33 PM

I don't know...I just watched BTiLC again recently....and she chewed the scenery whenever she was in the scene. I think Sarina hit the nail on the head...the movie was good in spite of her. I was forced to watch one episode of Sex in the City, and I have to say she acts better there than she ever did in Big Trouble.

At least your name's not Julia Gulia...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 1:44 PM

..."the least heinous thing Kim Cattrall has ever done, unless we're counting any time she's turned down a part"

Can I just say, Sarina, that was awesome! Though if this is you being nice, remind me not to piss you off, chickie...

Posted by: MO at March 11, 2008 1:50 PM

Actually, Zohan looks to be by FAR the funniest flick Apatow has ever made.

Posted by: HallsyHatesU at March 11, 2008 1:50 PM

Goollea, I have to ask you - how do you know what waxy ass tastes like?

Also, Reeses cups are the best thing the Godtopus ever created.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 1:51 PM

Agreed. Reeses anything are little pieces of heaven given form and then force-fed to puppies right before they are made into jerky, and the pieces of heaven now flavored with puppy love tumble out into a press which shapes them into cups and pieces and eggs for the children to enjoy. And me.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 1:58 PM

"Don't they let zombies shop at Gap?"
I don't know, Nicole, but I'm pretty sure they let 'em work in my local branch... I know retail is dull, but come on!

Zombie Strippers? Fantastic! Does that mean when they strip they don't need to stop at skin?
Actually, I think flamethrowers might work - they'd melt the zombie's lucite platform soles, thus glueing them in place as sitting ducks, ready for the beheading. (Have I already thought too much about this? I think so....)

Julie, to me, all American chocolate tastes like waxy ass! What DO they put it it?

Posted by: Tarn at March 11, 2008 1:59 PM

Nicole, I was hoping no one would ask me that >:(

Shadows: ha! And mmm, puppy jerky.

Posted by: Goollea at March 11, 2008 2:01 PM

'in it'.
Bugger.

Posted by: Tarn at March 11, 2008 2:03 PM

Tarn, I think they mix cocoa powder with sugar, chapstick, and used condoms*


*ruins Reeses chocolate for everyone, muah ha ha.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 2:06 PM

...wait...used condoms? I could have sworn they tasted like brand new...that's some good cleaning machinery they use!

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 2:09 PM

At least your name's not Julia Gulia...
YES! Oh man, The Wedding Singer was so awesomely terrible.

Sex in the City is good for background noise and I find it entertaining enough, I suppose, but I'm sorry, half the shit they wear on that show is so, so, so supremely horrible. I saw some trailer for the movie where SPJ is wearing a white dress with a MASSIVE MAGNOLIA on it. Seriously, it's the size of her head and just STICKS OUT there.
Also: SPJ looks like a foot and it breaks my heart that she roped Matthew Broderick. It's just not fair.

And just as a side note: it helps to take Kim Cattral if you just think of her as a drag-queen. Seriously, it helps.

Posted by: Saint Saturn Sunshine at March 11, 2008 2:12 PM

Shadows, do you often taste test condoms?

"Holidaaaaay...celebrate. We can take a holiday...I live in my sister's baaaaasement!"

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 2:17 PM

Shadows, there used to be a poster named Julia Gulia on here. Weird.

For me, the chocolate is the best part of the Reese's cup. I'm not a big fan of peanut butter (especially that processed kind, ew) but when consumed with that sweet chocolate, that's pretty damn good.

Saint Saturn Sunshine, I know SatC clothes are fugly. That's something I never understood: how people went apeshit over those clothes when they know good and hell well that they would never actually wear that stuff. And SJP is no stranger to that stupid oversized flower. She wore one in nearly every episode during the entire third season. I never understood the appeal of it.

Posted by: Brie at March 11, 2008 2:21 PM

Depends....do you often taste test asses? hehehe....

And you can't ruin Reese's for me, by the way....only my dentist can. (and he is threatening to...I may have to egg his car soon, as a lesson)

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 2:23 PM

"Holidaaaaay...celebrate. We can take a holiday...I live in my sister's baaaaasement!"

I think your mockery of it is funnier than the line itself, Julie.

I've seen that a dozen times, and it's probably AS's most overrated movie. I still cringe seeing him with Lionel Richie hair.

Posted by: Brie at March 11, 2008 2:29 PM

Oh, totally, Brie. I really can't see anyone wearing most of that crap. What makes me laugh though is now that the costumer for the show is doing Cashmere Mafia and while I don't watch the show, I've seen pictures and uh... Lucy Liu jogs in a fur hoodie and later, chain-mail sleeves. I just... I don't even know.

Posted by: Saint Saturn Sunshine at March 11, 2008 2:29 PM

And just as a side note: it helps to take Kim Cattral if you just think of her as a drag-queen. Seriously, it helps.

Posted by: Saint Saturn Sunshine at March 11, 2008 2:12 PM

What did poor drag queens ever do to deserve this kind of slight?

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 2:33 PM

Shadows...no comment :)

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 2:35 PM

Not a slight, Sarina. Just that imagining her as a drag-queen makes the entire thing that much more watchable.

Posted by: Saint Saturn Sunshine at March 11, 2008 2:39 PM

OMG! Skittimus - you are SO very very good! Yay on you, my Wacom slingin' compadre. You are quite the renaissance poster as well. Well rounded in the Pajiban Arts, you are.

Posted by: Replica at March 11, 2008 2:41 PM

I was kidding, Saint Saturn Sunshine. I was inferring that to imagine Kim Cattrall as anyone or anything else is an insult to the other party.

I'm just not a fan. I lovelovelove Big Trouble in Little China and I even really like Mannequin, but she did neither of them any great favours.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 2:44 PM

Yarg! Sorry, Sarina! I got only a few hours of sleep and it's been a hectic day. I'm not really switched on.

Posted by: Saint Saturn Sunshine at March 11, 2008 2:48 PM

Is this the wrong time to admit that I actually enjoyed Sex and the City and that I still have quite a bit of a crush on Steve?

Oh, it's always a bad time to admit to liking that show.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 2:50 PM

Julie, Julie, Julie....you're lucky you like scrabble...that might be the deal-breaker there...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 2:54 PM

Hee hee hee. I'm starting to air out my flaws, I think the honeymoon might be over, Shadows.

I hated the stupid fucking puns. And Carrie's stupid fucking self-absorbed neuroses. And Charlotte's stupid fucking Stepford mentality. AND the whole stupid fucking "Oh ha ha, a female character said pussy, we're so risque!" way of writing. But I'm a sucker for well written friendships, and I thought that the writers did that pretty well.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 3:00 PM

Oh, Goollea. *sigh* Do I have to drive over there in Skitt's MT to kick your ass over Reeses cups, pieces, and eggs? Do not slight the Reeses. Don't make me borrow the katana from boo.

But I, too, had a small crush on Steve back in 2000.

And I'll admit that this topic made me YouTube the Thriller video.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 3:08 PM

Julie, first of all I keep wanting to call you Goollea now...but I suspect this is your comeuppance for causing me to be compelled to giggle in my head each and every time I read poor tt_marie's name.

Secondly, I once had a roommate who was obsessed with both Sex and the City and The Apprentice, so I have seen far too many episodes of both. I will admit that SatC is less bad than The Donald and The Hair, but it's still pretty awful. There are occasionally individual moments which are funny, but overall those characters are so thoroughly irritating, unappealing and worthless.

Actually, I think I hated that show for the exact same reasons I so disliked Seinfeld. Except at least the asshats on Seinfeld didn't dress like aliens disguised as clowns that were playing the parts of geriatric hookers in a community theatre production of The Reluctantly Aging Vaginas That Could.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 3:09 PM

Whoa...whoa...whoa...whoa...

You have Skitt's MT?

ROAD TRIP!!!

That's okay, Julie, I guess...we could always have separate TVs...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 3:10 PM

The Reluctantly Aging Vaginas That Could.

That's so what I'm calling it now. It'll piss my SaTC-loving female friends to no end.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 3:13 PM

Glad to hear everyone dug the Godtopi. Maybe now TOOTBOG can be taken seriously...

What the hell is the Flying Spaghetti Monster? Do I need to worry about some sort of copyright infringement? Jail time? A lashing, at least?

Replica - d'you doodle on the Wacom tablet? Are they cool? I'm a little techno-behind on them thar type o'things... Me gotta doodle using a mouse. Not a live mouse, mind you - but a computerey mouse. Although, it would be pretty cool to use a real mouse... I could train him to mouse the arrow around the screen using Cheeto crumbs "God DAMMIT, I said the ECLIPSE tool, NOT the rhombus tool... stupidfugginmouseanyhow...."

He'd have a little knit scarf and I'd paint his toenails and name him... Shit, I dunno - I could call him Skittimus Minimus, but that would mean killing the conjoined twin and I'm not sure I wanna carry around the "dead weight"... Get it?

(Is there an HTML for a rim-shot?)

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at March 11, 2008 3:18 PM

Whoa...whoa...whoa...whoa...

You have Skitt's MT?

ROAD TRIP!!!

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 3:10 PM

Shhh! I took the keys while he was reading Family Circus this morning. I'll pick you up in half an hour.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 3:18 PM

Except at least the asshats on Seinfeld didn't dress like aliens disguised as clowns that were playing the parts of geriatric hookers in a community theatre production of The Reluctantly Aging Vaginas That Could.

Ah ha ha ha ha!!! Oh, that is so apt.

Julie, first of all I keep wanting to call you Goollea now...but I suspect this is your comeuppance for causing me to be compelled to giggle in my head each and every time I read poor tt_marie's name.

Ha! Poor tt_marie, ever since our zombie war I keep picturing her knocking herself out on the mechanical bull from the force of her boobs smacking her in the face, and I proceed to laugh my ass off for at least 5 minutes.

Oh, and I loved Seinfeld too. :)

Shadows, don't worry I don't own the show on dvd or anything, I watched the SatC finale years ago and haven't looked back. We can relive the glory of Buffy season 3 together and the hilarity/creepiness that was Mayor Wilkins.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 3:19 PM

How do I keep fucking up my text? I think I caught some sort of typing-degenerative thingamawhatsit from Julie Goollea up there.

I think I need a Godtopus beater to wear on the beach. And now I'm picturing sitting here using a live mouse, and it's squicking me out.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 3:21 PM

We can relive the glory of Buffy season 3 together and the hilarity/creepiness that was Mayor Wilkins.

I LOVE Mayor Wilkins.

Oh, wait, sorry. Forgot this was a private thing. I'll just, you know, back away quietly and close the door gently behind me.

Posted by: tamatha at March 11, 2008 3:25 PM

Julie, seriously, you took the words out of my mouth. I loved SatC in the beginning, but later on, with all the puns, Manolo Blahnik shout outs, and how the characters became more shallow and bitchy and elitist, I just started laughing at it instead of taking it seriously. Even though I was happy to see a genuine female friendship on TV, the arrogance of the show was too much.

I had a minor Steve crush, too. He was such a sweetheart. Which is why Miranda pissed me off whenever she acted like a cow towards him (which was often).

Posted by: Brie at March 11, 2008 3:27 PM

I could train him to mouse the arrow around the screen using Cheeto crumbs "God DAMMIT, I said the ECLIPSE tool, NOT the rhombus tool... stupidfugginmouseanyhow...."

Holy 8-tentacled Jesus, Skitt, how do you come up with this stuff? I am dying. Oh, and there is a Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, but the almighty Godtopus doesn't really look like him.

I think I caught some sort of typing-degenerative thingamawhatsit from Julie Goollea up there.

HEY!! I will drive to the northeast and kick your ass, missy. You did say you live there right? Cause if I'm in the area I might as well visit my Mom Mom after the thrashing.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 3:27 PM

Or, Tamatha, you could, you know, join us.

How great was Harry Groener in that role though? I love a villain who can be menacing with a smile, it makes them more psychotic and terrifying.

Aw, Brie, I know, Steve was such a great guy...and he had such a sweet sweet ass.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 3:30 PM

Hahaha...Mayor Wilkins was the second best Whedon villain ever. I kept having to stop myself from rooting for him to win.

Nicole, you obviously haven't trained your mouse as well as Skittimus...you have one of those "inert" kinds that us common folk have to use.

Skittimus...I was with you until the "...and I'd paint his toenails..." part...that just makes me look at you kinda weird. And wonder...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 3:31 PM

Or, Tamatha, you could, you know, join us.

[thinks about it for a moment...]

Okay...I'm good with that...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 3:34 PM

Julie- Harry Groener was fabulous as the Mayor! He was evil and concerned about such things as good manners.

Shadows- Yes, it was hard not to root for him.

Julie And as long as all we're talking about is good, clean, DVD watching, I'm happy to join in the glee, but if you have anything less wholesome in mind, well, the Main Squeeze and I have serious monogamy rules, so count me out. (Also, isn't it proper to ask your partner about such things before inviting a third party?)

Posted by: tamatha at March 11, 2008 3:38 PM

Shadows, who would you say is the best Whedon villain ever? I can never decide between Mayor Wilkins and Angelus, but I think the Mayor takes it for me.

Faith: Thanks sugar daddy!
The Mayor: Now Faith, I don't find that sort of thing amusing. I'm a family man. Now let's kill your little friend.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 3:39 PM

[Note to self: Type and post faster, so that your comment is properly placed.]

Posted by: tamatha at March 11, 2008 3:39 PM

Tamatha, Shadows knows I have good taste :p And don't worry, we'll be as wholesome as chocolate milk.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 3:42 PM

Drusilla...hands down. Creepy psychic, half-mad vampiress who was genteel and had the male vampires wrapped around her finger. And when she was lucid, was diabolically clever. If they had given her a chance, she would have ruled all of the underworld easy.

And she was hot...even in vampire form.

But the Mayor is a close second. I was actually glad when he transformed...cuz then it was like they weren't really killing the Mayor...they were just killing this demon-creature-thing...

tamatha, not when both partners share the same tastes... :) But it could be good, clean, DVD-watching fun too!

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 3:47 PM

...I could call him Skittimus Minimus, but that would mean killing the conjoined twin...

Awww, no more turkey-clawed halfling? And here I was so looking forward to teaching him to bean you on the head regularly with his shrivelled, mutated stumps. You know, just as soon as he displayed the motor skills to actually move those little Tyrannosaur arms in a coordinated fashion. His aim's a little off just now. Wouldn't want you to lose an eye or anything.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 3:48 PM

"Is this the wrong time to admit that I actually enjoyed Sex and the City"

Huh. Interesting.

[moves Goollea up on list]

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 3:49 PM

Maybe I can borrow Eloise from JJ Abrams. Then I wouldn't even have to train the mouse.

Really, Shadows? The nail polish was the deal breaker? "The scarf is cool, chief, but the polish..."

Jules, you're too busy swinging to come to the Northeast and fight. But if you get a gap in your schedule, I'll be here. With the whiskey, the baby, and the ninja stars.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 3:50 PM

Uh... completely unrelated, but has... hold on... Yeah. I can't find my goddam keys... Did I drink last night? Yes. Did I let Skittimus Minimus steer the MurderTank home? More than likely, yes. Did he put 'em in the Crown Royal bag he keeps wrapped around his half-formed turkey-claw of an arm... Nooo... Well, shit!

AHA! I must've left ye olde murderin'tank in the bar parking lot and stumbled home... Der! Nevermind me, I'm a friggin dip today...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at March 11, 2008 3:51 PM

Julie and Shadows- Ok, I'll bring the popcorn then (since TK's not going to be there).

Posted by: tamatha at March 11, 2008 3:51 PM

Hey Goollea:

Back in an esrlier thread today, a commenter referred to "taco pudding: and then another commenter decided that sounded very sexy. What virus have you been spreading wherein the Pajibaverse is suddenly finding sexual innuendo in any reference to tacos?

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 11, 2008 3:52 PM

hehehe....you said tacos....

At least we're not talking about taco-flavored popcorn...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 3:55 PM

Julie, did you get a chance to try the dark chocolate Reese's cups? They were like little scalloped edged pieces of heaven filled with sweet puppy dreams.

I'm familiar with all the hate/love of the misuse/overuse of the "misogynistic" cudgel around here, and realizing that I'm probably begging to be further ignored in these here comments, I would argue that SatC is maybe the most misogynistic show on television in the last several years.

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 3:56 PM

Julie- So the question is, is popcorn enough to keep TK (or his Zombies) at bay? 'Cause if not, now that you moved up the list, we may need to schedule that Buffy Season 3 watching for sooner rather than later.

Posted by: tamatha at March 11, 2008 3:58 PM

Actually PaddyDog, it was the Homeless Taco, and Pudding Covered Sexy. One was a Mexican restaurant (which I said sounded like a sexual maneuver), the other a clothing line.

But really, what ISN'T inherently sexual about tacos?

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 3:59 PM

For some reason Homeless Taco makes me laugh, every time I see it.

Posted by: tamatha at March 11, 2008 4:01 PM

mmmmm....dark chocolate Reese's cups...

As long as we all crunch loudly, I'm sure TK won't come near us. And she didn't move up the list, Goollea moved up the list. Which I still maintain is so horribly long that we'll have time to watch the entire series before he gets to us.

JustBill...you no want to be spreadin that word round these parts...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 4:03 PM

[moves Goollea up on list]

Aww, crap. Some things are better left unsaid, I should have kept my damned mouth shut.

Ah, Shadows, excellent choice, I loved Drusilla. And Spike. Mmmm, Spike, the only blonde man I ever wanted to ravage.

Bring it Nicole, I'm not scared of you Northeast girls, them's my roots. My Mom Mom herself taught me how to properly cut a bitch :p

What virus have you been spreading wherein the Pajibaverse is suddenly finding sexual innuendo in any reference to tacos?

HA HA HA!!

...

Tacorrhea? Taconucleosis?

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:03 PM

Justbill, seeing as dark chocolate is made from rainbow and orgasm trees, I will definitely have to try them.

And Tamatha, I'll just make popcorn balls (heh) doused in gasoline, it can be our own Pajiba version of a Molotov cocktail.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:07 PM

Hey!

Wait! I didn't read all the comments. I didn't know about no Buffy party. Um... can I come? I was totally kidding about killing everyone. And I'm not crossing my fingers behind my back at all.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 4:08 PM

Oh, I know Shadows, believe me. I despise the misuse of that word too. But if you examine the portrayal of the 4 main characters, you'll see...it's an exaggeration, but not a complete misstatement.

Julie...Tacobies?

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 4:10 PM

Hey, Nicole? Maybe you should put the MT back before he gets back...then he'll just think he's losing his mind. Which would help, actually...after all, every good cult has a half-crazed figurehead in control.

We get extra points because of the extra head...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 4:11 PM

Ha!! Genital herptacos?

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:14 PM

Hmmm.....you can only come if you bring no zombies, TK. And you have to put up with popcorn eating aplenty. And you have to move a certain person off your list.

Unless you bring zombie strippers. I'll put up with them. But they have to be fresh.

(and bring Reese's)

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 4:15 PM

Persistent tacoitis

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 4:17 PM

Taconema pallidum, better known as Tacophilis.

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 4:18 PM

Hey Skit - sorry for all the missing-would be posts that are timely and edifying. One day...

To answer your question - I am loving the Wacom tablet. I've been a into every damn content creation scene on earth and I simply love the sketchbook-to-photoshop connection (I am not very apt at the illustrator like you seem to be - Kudos...I'm just not able to think 'clean', if you know what I mean).

Anyhow - I'm left handed, but I mouse right handed and I just wasn't able to master decent linework with the mouse no matter what. The tablet has the pressure sensitive pen, a wireless mouse and programmable sliders and buttons on the tablet part itself. There's really no going back if you are serious about working on your screen. I am a stay-at-home-mommy right now, and even I had to justify getting one based upon how much more stuff I can do in far less time.

I like it. a LOT.

Mini Skitty-Politty sounds pretty cool, but it would leave little poops everywhere though, and that'd gum up the keyboard. Trust me.

Posted by: replica at March 11, 2008 4:18 PM

JustBill, though I'm loathe to bring it up, I'm afraid this goes back to the very misuse issue to which you referred. I don't think SatC was so much hateful toward women as it was woefully misguided. It was just a poorly executed and old-fashioned interpretation of the "modern woman" cliché. The characterisation of women on that show was, I believe, meant to be empowering. It just happened to fail spectacularly and do about as much good as my cat when he helps me wrap Christmas gifts and I have to tell him, "Your helping is hurting. Knock it off or I'll lock you in the bathroom."

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 4:20 PM

Look, Skits... here's the deal with the zombies. I can bring 'em, but the only command I've taught them is... well... "Kill!" and "Eat!" which is pretty much their default setting anyway.

So I can bring zombie strippers, but I can't guarantee it'll end up what you're looking for, you feel me?

Reese's are no problem.

And... oh, fine. Julia's off the list. For NOW. But I'm watching you, Goollea.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 4:22 PM

I fully agree with your characterization of the show, Sarina. I think that's probably a much better analyzation than I gave, if not completely spot on. I just love how the big "M" word starts the shoutin' around here, my own included.

And seriously, what do you have against cat wrapping? I mean, clearly you NEED his help, just as much as some cat owners NEED half eaten rodent carcasses as gifts.

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 4:25 PM

Taconema pallidum, better known as Tacophilis.

Love. It.

I, too, must insist on TK bringing the zombie strippers if he wants in on our Buffy viewing party, or I will stuff popcorn down his sweater vest and feed him to the Mayor post-ascension myself.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:28 PM

Noted, TK, I will watch my step.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:29 PM

Jokin' 'bout my sweater vest...

...

ohhh, you better believe that's a paddlin'.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 4:33 PM

Look, Skits... here's the deal with the zombies

See, TK? Your list is too long. You're confusing me with your other enemies.

It's okay...the zombie strippers can just dance in the background..I have faith you can teach them to dance before the main event. And don't forget the pole...Julie has one in her bedroom they can use...

It is fully obvious that cats feel sorry for their owners. Mine is always trying to tell me how to play games, how to eat, how to walk properly...my hellcat never lets me forget that I'm inferior to her and I need her...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 4:34 PM

Balls.

Sorry, Dakaron.

OK, but if you get bit, don't come crying to me (in the brief moments before you become the newest member of my zombie army).

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 4:37 PM

I don't mean to doubt TK's zombie wranglin' skills, but I have to warn against any attempt to train them. That would be like trying to train a wood chipper to only chip wood, and then trustingly placing your arm in it while it's running. Sucker was made to chip, and it'll chip regardless of how much work you put in otherwise.

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 4:37 PM

ohhh, you better believe that's a paddlin'.

DRINK!!

And don't forget the pole...Julie has one in her bedroom they can use...

I can't even fathom the tragedy that would occur if I, Captain Falls Down A Lot, tried to use a stripper pole...I'd probably swing myself around so fast that I'd knock myself unconscious.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:41 PM

Zombie Strippers??? What next, movies that rip off mildly funny clips from Youtube? Oh wait...
And if anyone touches Suspiria, there's going to be hell to pay. Eli Roth and his sickly penis better not sex the movie up or any of the torture porn directors.

Posted by: Kamakaze Feminist at March 11, 2008 4:44 PM

I'd probably swing myself around so fast that I'd knock myself unconscious.

Ooh, or go back in time! Like Superman!

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 4:45 PM

Is that in a "tt_marie on a mechanical bull" kind of way, or just a regular "I've lost track of where the floor is, I better use my head to feel around for it" kind of way?

Hehehe...."TK's zombie wranglin' skills"...

TK: Zombie Wrangler...no Romero film is safe!

[cue western music...set to inarticulate moans....]

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 4:46 PM

I love Reese's pieces and cups, but Reese's cereal just sounds nasty. It sounds like it would be way too sweet, and that's saying something, since I love Cadbury creme eggs.

Posted by: rlr260 at March 11, 2008 4:46 PM

I love Cadbury creme eggs.

Blech. So does my brother. I think they are sick and wrong. The insides look like nuclear bird poo and taste like sandy diabetes.

Kinder Eggs are much better. I mean, the chocolate is still kind of disgusting, but they totally come with toys inside!

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 4:52 PM

Ooh, or go back in time! Like Superman!

Hee! I can go back to 1988 and take dance lessons with my girlfriends instead of signing up for t-ball...then perhaps I'd be graceful.

Shadows, it's more of a "Whee, spinning on a pole sure is fun! I've lost all peripheral vision, but who needs tha...:CLONK: :head hits pole, Julie hits floor:" kind of way.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:54 PM

"...and taste like sandy diabetes..."

[opens mouth...closes again]

You know what? Not gonna ask..

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 4:55 PM

...and taste like sandy diabetes.

That made me laugh so hard.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 4:56 PM

I would argue that SatC is maybe the most misogynistic show on television in the last several years.

I think JustBill is absolutely dead-on with that. Watching SatC makes me want to beat and kill women. And I am a woman.

Posted by: Jerce at March 11, 2008 4:58 PM

Why is it the toys in Kinder eggs inevitably make me feel like a mental midget? They're always some sort of weird multi-colored puzzle you have a to have an engineering degree to put together. And the strangest part about it is, they're only comprised of like 3 pieces!

[takes a deep breath]

KINNNNDEEERR EEEEGGGGSSS!

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 5:01 PM

Shadows, why do I gotta 'splain everything? Ugh. I might gross myself out even talking about this.

Okay, you know how the insides of those creme eggs are granular? Like, gritty? Because of all the sugar? It's all oozy and skooshy and grainy and so effing sweet, like the bastard love child of a Jolt cola and a Peep that got freaky in a microwave...I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 5:02 PM

Oh, man, Sarina...that just cracked me the fuck up. Tears rolling down face kind of crack up. That was beautiful...poetry, even. I nominate you to write the next Cadbury commercial.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 5:05 PM

It makes it funnier if I imagine you saying that first line with a Rosie Perez accent...

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 5:07 PM

Marshmallow peeps are known to be pretty whorish.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 5:11 PM

Cadbury Creme Eggs are the absolute balls. As is Reese's cereal.

What the hell is a kinder egg? Like... a more gentle egg? Are you people roughhousing with your eggs? Please de-confusify.

And to take it waaaaaay back, I still maintain that SaTC was put on Earth to punish us all.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 5:14 PM

JustBill:

Sorry I didn't catch your name earlier (my computer freezes which makes backtracking difficult),anyway, I fourth your sentiment on SaTC. It was also incredibly patronizing toward women who choose not to spend more than they earn on the latest fashions and who have real jobs.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 11, 2008 5:16 PM

Though I did watch SatC, I am nothing like my sister, whose love for the show transcends owning all of the seasons...if she ever has a daughter, she's naming her Charlotte. Which is normally a cute name, but she likes it because she loves the character.

I would never name MY daughter after a mincing whiny snob who would dump a guy for giving her carnations, who refuses to give head, who thought that a woman was unfulfilled without a husband, and who believed in love at first fucking sight.

Eat a cadbury chocolate covered dick, Charlotte.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 5:22 PM

TK-Cadbury eggs rock my world. I've been holding out on indulging in one once again in an attempt to win the Battle of my fat Fucking Thighs.

Kindereggs are a German thing. Kinder auf Deutsch is "child". They are plastic eggs with a chocolate and some sort of toy (think Cracker Jack prize). A few years ago, one of my old managers founds some at a candy store in town and gave us all kindereggs for Easter. The toy in mine was awesomely un-PC and totally German: a little sheik man holding a gas pump and teetering on a barrel of oil that rolled back and forth.

Posted by: Alabamapink at March 11, 2008 5:27 PM

Admittedly my bias against SatC is uncommonly large, as I watched four female friends of mine devolve from funny, intelligent people to Cosmo sucking voids of SatC wannabe-ism. Yes, four. Yes, they each took on the persona of a character from the show. A few years after it was cancelled, one of them (I think she was the SJP clone) who thankfully returned to normal said to me "Yeah, maybe I was a little obsessed with it."

TK, these are Kinder eggs, though apparently they're actually called Kinder Surprise. They're from Germany, so maybe the surprise is world domination? Or scheise?

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 5:32 PM

"Eat a cadbury chocolate covered dick, Charlotte."

I love you all over again.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 11, 2008 5:33 PM

Shadows, thank you for the kind words. I personally believe I would also make an excellent Hallmark card writer. Example: Picture a card with lovely wildflowers and a sad cartoon kitten on the cover.

Front of card:
Sorry to hear your sad news...

Inside of card:
But you're actually kind of a dick, so I'm not really that sorry. You're always forwarding me chain emails and you borrowed my Dark Crystal DVD three years ago and I'm pretty sure I'll never see it again, and remember that one time you came over and thought it would be funny to drink a 1.75L of vodka all by yourself and then you got really thirsty and drank a bunch of milk and threw up on my cat? And peed on the furniture? And then refused to clean it up? Yeah, it's like you earned cancer. But hey, at least your liver hasn't failed!

Yet.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 5:38 PM

I'd like to try a Kinder egg. Too bad they aren't sold in the US, according to the Wiki article linked above.

Posted by: rlr260 at March 11, 2008 5:42 PM

Heeeeeee. Maybe if it's covered in chocolate she'll actually go down on a guy. She makes me so angry.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 5:42 PM

remember that one time you came over and thought it would be funny to drink a 1.75L of vodka all by yourself and then you got really thirsty and drank a bunch of milk and threw up on my cat?

Bwa!! Poor kitty.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 5:44 PM

When I was but a wee lad, Kindereggs were very special eggs containing the magical offspring of children and chickens. There was nothing dirty involved, just a DNA milkshake made when the school-age children would visit chicken coops under the light of the full moon where they would put the entire chicken's head in their mouths...

The chickens would go about their regular egg laying business except for a special batch they would lay under the porch of the old McGregor place. By the time the next full moon rolled around, them kindereggs under McGregor's porch would hatch and the half-human, half-chicken abominations would run down to the marsh (just past the cemetary) and that's where they'd puke up - you guessed it - Cadbury Eggs. No. Fucking. Lie.

And that's why Cadbury Eggs are "oozy and skooshy and grainy and so effing sweet". However, rather than the "bastard love child of a Jolt cola and a Peep that got freaky in a microwave" (as so perfectly coined by Sarina), they are actually the sicked-up product of a bastard Lovecraftian offspring between an evil child and an unsuspecting chicken that was birthed under McGregor's porch during the Harvest Moon...

Man, I think I ate some expired Gogurt...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at March 11, 2008 5:50 PM

Your cat has a mighty hard life, Sarina, what with being locked in the bathroom and puked on all the time.

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 5:51 PM

Wow, Skittimus, that one earned an actual guffaw.

Expired Gogurt? Isn't that redundant?

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 5:53 PM

Whatever.

Creme Eggs RULE!

Kinder eggs DROOL!

If a Creme egg and a Reese's cup were to mate, I would seriously consider participating in sexual congress with its offspring.

Is that weird.?

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 5:58 PM

Pedochocophilia?

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 6:00 PM

I would never name MY daughter after a mincing whiny snob who would dump a guy for giving her carnations, who refuses to give head, who thought that a woman was unfulfilled without a husband, and who believed in love at first fucking sight.

I heart you, Julie. You're just spouting logic all over the place.

TK, I had a delicious Cadbury Caramel egg not an hour ago and I enjoyed it immensely. I don't know if that's considered a pure Cadbury egg, but who the hell cares.

KinderEggs sound like those Wonder Balls from Nestle. Hollow chocolate balls with yummy tart candy inside. Damn, I need to go to the store.

Posted by: Brie at March 11, 2008 6:07 PM

JustBill, if you wanna stick a label on it, fine by me. I'm not ashamed. I'm not gonna be held back by society's rules.

Brie, the caramel ones are just like the regular ones! Only awesomer!

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 6:09 PM

Your cat has a mighty hard life, Sarina, what with being locked in the bathroom and puked on all the time.

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 5:51 PM

He's got you on the payroll, doesn't he? Listen, I know he spins a good yarn, but it's all lies. That dictatorial megalomaniac has his every whim met at a moment's notice, but is that enough? Nooo...we pitiful humans will cower under his iron fist before he's happy! I've practically got scoliosis because he only allows me approximately sixteen square inches of space on the bed, and his stupid holistic lamb and brown rice food costs more than a tank of gas! Every day when I come home, he can barely feign consciousness enough to haul his ass out of a chair and come marching over, demanding to be scratched until I've got tendonitis, as if he had a hard fucking day.

Yeah, let's see...sleep until at least 8:30, wake up long enough to come wandering in the bathroom and knock a bunch of shit off the counter and drag at least one article of my clothing away while I'm in the shower, get bored and go back to sleep, laze around all day and possibly be struck by a burst of inspiration to chew something up (preferably something leather and expensive) and then go back to sleep from sheer exhaustion and stay that way until I come home. God, no wonder he needs a back rub. It's a wonder he can find the inner strength to live.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 6:14 PM

You're right TK, I have no right to judge. The heart wants what it will, and I have no say in that matter. So love with all your might, TK, love until your heart explodes! Love big enough for us all! [/melodrama]

Uh, Sabrina, are you sure he's a cat and not Kim Jong-Il?

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 6:29 PM

Sarina - I've gotta tell you - drop the cat. Half-conjoined twins are the way to go... There's so much cool shit we do together:

1. The previously-mentioned steering me home!

2. Although there's a definite lack of the ability to form coherent words, he can match my pitch perfectly - I've always got harmony!

3. He wakes me up when I have to go pee - no more soggy sheets for me!

4. He listens...

5. When I'm rocking on the PS2 and I've got a wicked tough button combo? Boom! Third (partially deformed) hand ready to go... see you later Hydra!

6. I had the best stories at my ten-year high-school reunion. Period.

7. A cup of coffee fits nicely in his head-divot. As does an ashtray.

8. Need a way out of a date gone bad? Simply pop open my side-flap and she's all - "heyigottagoileftmyovenonandohmygodthatsgross". Instant leftovers for me and my armpit-pal...

9. I'm swimmin' in free-booze gift cards from local bars. How? Halloween and karoke contests (see no. 2). Best year? He was Yoda, I was Luke... We sang "It's Not Easy Being Green". Standing O, motherfuckers...

10. He makes a killer omelette with feta, roasted red pepper and Black Forrest Ham. How's he do it? Hellifiknow. He's just skilled with the skillet, I guess...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at March 11, 2008 6:32 PM

*Sung to the tune of "My Buddy"*

Conjoined twinny!
Conjoined twinny!
Wherever I go, heeee goes!
Conjoined twinny!
Conjoined twinny!
Who needs a gal? I have my armpit pal!
Conjoined twinny!
Conjoined twinny!
CONJOINED TWINNY AND MEEEE!

Posted by: JustBill at March 11, 2008 6:36 PM

Just so you know - the Kinder Surprise eggs are a very thin shell of milk chocolate, coated inside with thin white chocolate, about the size of a goose egg, and containing a plastic ball with some kind of crazy toy inside - there are crazy puzzles, weird moving robot clowns on bikes, drunks on a log that you must assemble, you know...for kids, as mentioned.) They are really quite nice tasting and there's not too much chocolate overall so you can give it to the kids without an endurance mission sugar rush. Also, the Kinder-Pack features a bunch of really yummy chocolate-covered wafer cookies, chocolate balls and lots of other good stuff.

That is all I have to say about that.

Posted by: replica at March 11, 2008 6:37 PM

Wow. Replica is quite the font of Kinder-based information.

Disturbingly so.

Posted by: TK at March 11, 2008 7:28 PM

7. A cup of coffee fits nicely in his head-divot. As does an ashtray.

I don't believe in coffee, and I only smoke when I'm so drunk that it sounds like a good idea. Aside from that, though, it sounds like a deformed halfling would come in really handy. Where can a girl expose herself to some radiation around here?

P.S. - The cat's staying. He's evil, but I love him anyway.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 7:43 PM

I heard recently that Kinder Eggs had been pulled from stores in the US because plastic pod containing the toy was considered a choking hazard.

Seriously...How fast are the little Yank kids eating their chocolate that they're wolfing down the toy pod??? That's not a hazard, it's natural selection, for cripes' sake.

Oh well, back to giggling about waxy ass, used condom, and grainy diabetes flavours. Seriously, Pajiba needs to consider getting into the candy-making business.

Posted by: MO at March 11, 2008 7:52 PM

Wait. Please, just wait a minute. I have a stitch in my em-effing side because I really, truly was laughing that hard.

Julie, you are now known to me as Captain Falls Down A Lot.

Skitt, I admit it. I took the MT. Relax, I'm dropping it off tonight, and I filled the gas tank.

Sarina, that greeting card is tits. Seriously. Can you do one that I can send to my ex, who broke up with me after 2 1/2 years in an email on February 15th? (Seriously. And I thank the Godtopus, because that would have been a miserable life.)

I have nothing else to add, at least, not that I can think of. I spent the last three hours dealing with the vapidity known as bridal shower planning.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 8:01 PM

Nicole, I feel your pain. I had my friend's bridal shower last weekend, my sister's two days ago (I'm the maid-of-honor), and I have another fucking shower in two weeks. HATE. I hate them. With the fire of a thousand burning taffeta dresses.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 8:46 PM

Thanks much, Nicole - I'm guessing you just took it out for a joyride - which I'm entirely cool with, but if you used it for any MurderTank duties involving bodily fluids and gore and clumps of goo, please take it to a detailing shop and have it cleansed and deodorized (New Tank Scent's what I usually, get - but hey, it's your dime).

If you were driving around with others, please make sure the ice machine is full, the bloody-mary bar is still stocked at least 2/3 full, and that the whiskey-fountain filtration system has run through a complete cycle (clear the hair-trap please!).

Again, totally cool that you took it, I just need to make sure everything's good to go should TK actually blow up the internet/unleash sweater zombie hordes, Paddydog rally the Irish masses, Cap'n Falls Down a Lot develop some sort of toxic taco-dip-warfare, or... Jesus Christ, what... what have I become?!

I was a low-key graphic designer when I first visited this site looking for a decent movie review. That's all... just curious, I guess. Now, I've been in an internet brawl, designed a t-shirt depicting babies and whiskey, am the proud co-owner/pilot of a MurderTank, grown a deformed twin whom I occasionally duet with, and am a quasi-leader of a cephalopod-worshipping cult...

Strangely, I don't recall any of those things accompanying my "most-likely-to" description in my high-school yearbook...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at March 11, 2008 8:50 PM

It is my firm belief that Skitt's post should be our Pajiban manifesto. And cast in bronze.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 9:13 PM

I was a low-key graphic designer when I first visited this site looking for a decent movie review. That's all... just curious, I guess. Now, I've been in an internet brawl, designed a t-shirt depicting babies and whiskey, am the proud co-owner/pilot of a MurderTank, grown a deformed twin whom I occasionally duet with, and am a quasi-leader of a cephalopod-worshipping cult...

:nods solemnly: I understand. This place changes you. One day I'm clicking on an ad on Gofugyourself out of curiousity...and the next I'm having sex on Scrabble boards, riding mechanical bulls after observing a massacre, am a hardcore lesbian named Rampaging Beaver, I've developed a penchant for orgies featuring taco dip and My Pet Monster, have accepted a marriage proposal on the basis that we both love Willow, and am the lieutenant of an army of angry anti-zombie Irishmen who worships at the altar of the Godtopus.

Life...is...strange.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 9:19 PM

It is my firm belief that Skitt's post should be our Pajiban manifesto. And cast in bronze.

Seriously. That post made me howl with laughter.

The manifesto can be a warning to all newcomers to the site who are, sadly enough, not at prepared for the consequences.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 9:22 PM

Can you do one that I can send to my ex, who broke up with me after 2 1/2 years in an email on February 15th?

Happy to oblige, Nicole.

Front of card:
(Shamrock and heart graphics, with a rainbow)
Thinking of you this St. Patrick's Day...

Inside of card:
Thinking of how I spent 2 & 1/2 years faking orgasms during the most catatonically dull sex I've ever endured, composing letters to my grandma and trying to remember the last time I cleaned under the oven just to pass the time while you strained in boring futility, squinting weirdly and probably moaning your own name inside your head.

On this blessedly liquor soaked holiday, I'm marinating in memories of your gallant chivalry, as only a truly decorous gentleman waits until a good eleven hours after Valentine's Day to send a half-assed farewell email to his romantic partner of the previous 30 months. I would look back with fond remembrance on the bittersweet beauty of those parting words, if only they had managed to wield any literary weight whatsoever.

I am hoping this festive occasion finds you crouched sobbing in the shower like in The Crying Game, with alcohol poisoning and a raging case of scrotal scabies.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, you milquetoast recreant.


Hmm...a little long. Might have to be one of those accordion-foldy cards.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 9:30 PM

Sarina...that was just so beautiful. I would pay you a godtopusian dollars to write vitrolic cards for past, present, and future grievances. Can we start with a former best friend who fondled my breasts while I was sleeping? Because I'm still pissed.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 9:38 PM

Julie, I think in that case a greeting card isn't quite appropriate. Instead, I recommend handing them a business card which reads:

AXEL'S ANAL ARMORY
Supplier of quality sodomy supplies.

Product tester wanted!
No experience necessary; we'll break you in.

Just tell them you knew this opportunity was perfect for them so you took the liberty of securing them a position, and you wish them the best in their new career.

Posted by: Sarina at March 11, 2008 9:55 PM

HA! I am printing out business cards right now.

I wonder if I can slather Icy-Hot or itching powder onto the ass reaming apparatuses before he tries them out...that is discomfort that would almost equate to being tweaked out of your peaceful slumber.

Posted by: Julie at March 11, 2008 10:06 PM

Sarina, you are true genius. Hallmark needs to open contract negotiations, STAT.

Did I mention that we lived together? For a year? DOUCHE. Also, PUSSY.

I have to go to bed.

By the way, Skitt, I did not use the MT for nefarious purposes; I merely wanted to see how that baby handled.

Posted by: Nicole at March 11, 2008 10:18 PM

Skitt - Amen. (Or whatever is the proper agreement word for the Godopus.)

Honestly, Pajiba is taking over my life in a seriously unhealthy way. I will be an out-of-work alcoholic with a permanent stitch in her side from laughing so much. Oh, and I will be terribly unrested, as clearly this site is encroaching on my sleep time.

Julie - Yeah, damn those Fug Girls for directing me to this sight.

Sarina - Your cards are beautiful.

Fellow Pajibans - Even though you are leading me down a path of ruin, at least I'm enjoying myself along the way.

Ok, I'm finally off to bed.

Posted by: tamatha at March 12, 2008 12:14 AM

So...is necrotizing tacometriosis or whatever the virus that led to all the pajiba zombiefications?

Oh happy day that has allowed me to look upon the Godtopus' mighty visage! I pray that soon he shall appear on t shirts, the way Jesus appears on things like chips and freeway overpasses and sandwich bread.
You know you spend too much time on Pajiba when you start reading a three paragraph long post that you can't see the name on, and by the second sentence, you know it's gotta be Skittimus Maximus. You KNOW. Or when your post contains more than four words that aren't actually words.

Posted by: BiblioGeek at March 12, 2008 6:07 AM

Nope...I haven't changed. I've just gotten more comfortable with showing my quirky side. Seriously, this place is a gold-mine for the eccentrically discerning...

Sarina, I'll fund your greeting card startup if you promise to never hold back. We need greeting cards that tell the truth how it is.

Nicole...damnit....now that you've told, he's gonna start hiding his keys.

(You don't need that job, anyway, tamatha. Come, come to TOOTBOG...we have Reese's and whiskey!}

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 12, 2008 9:42 AM

...if you promise to never hold back.

Er...Shadows, that stuff is actually pretty tame. My best friend likes to tell people that I'm the meanest person they will ever meet. In actuality it's not too often that I'm deliberately mean, but I am very direct. Most people don't handle direct very well. I think it makes them uncomfortable. I would work on censoring myself, but it turns out that I don't really care.

Posted by: Sarina at March 12, 2008 11:00 AM

That's...actually pretty funny, Sarina. Don't censor yourself, life's too short to suffer thin-skinned fools.

Bitchiness is next to Godtopusness, after all. Amen.

Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at March 12, 2008 11:17 AM

Skittimus, you have created the Creator, my one true Godtopus. All hail, Skitti and Godtopus! I want that on a friggin' shirt!

Oh, and step away from Suspiria. Just, don't. Please, don't.

But, I WILL see zombie strippers!!!!

Posted by: dammitjanet at March 12, 2008 1:03 PM

Skittimus, you have created the Creator, my one true Godtopus. All hail, Skitti and Godtopus! I want that on a friggin' shirt!

Oh, and step away from Suspiria. Just, don't. Please, don't.

But, I WILL see zombie strippers!!!!

Posted by: dammitjanet at March 12, 2008 1:23 PM

Remaking Suspiria will never make sense because no matter how old it is, it will remain new and fresh and innovative.

The purpose of a remake should be to create a modern interpretation of a good, though perhaps dated, movie. But a new Suspiria would be redundant & assuredly worse in every conceivable way.

So it's too bad that the actual purpose of a remake is to loot a good movie and exploit the modern audience's ignorance concerning landmark pictures. Like Suspiria. Which is my favorite movie of all time.

Posted by: Amanda H. at March 13, 2008 4:33 PM


















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