How was your weekend my loves? Google, which has, of late, stepped up efforts to integrate personal and social messages into their interface, made a bit of a faux pas with a Father’s Day reminder to “Call Dad.” This struck a sour note with several of my friends who have lost their fathers. Then again, computer engineers aren’t famous for their social graces. (Tech Crunch)
I know some folks spent a very paternal time watching the U.S. Open this weekend. I’m super impressed with golf champ Rory McIlroy but keep wanting to call him Roy McAvoy. You know why? Because Tin Cup is a damn fine underrated movie. That’s why. Anyway, NPR has a glowing write-up of young Rory. (NPR)
Speaking of RILFs (Rory’s I’d Like To Frisk), this story of a man who moved into his wife’s tomb to spend the rest of his days with her reminded me of “Doctor Who“‘s Lone Centurion. Only, you know, with an added dash of macabre. (io9)
Alas, alack, there will not be a “Doctor Who” panel at ComicCon this year. There will, however be a “Torchwood” panel to tide you over. Warming Glow has the schedule of some other great TV Panels. Ooooh, “Game of Thrones” panel. Glimpsing Emilia Clarke’s delightful posterior in person would be worth the price of admission. (Warming Glow)
In other swords and sorcery news, Evangeline Lilly (aka horrid Kate from “Lost”) has been cast as an elf in The Hobbit. I was going to grumble about a marginally talented yet easy on the eyes brunette actress ruining the film but then I remembered Liv Tyler. (Facebook)
I wish pixie-faced Nicole Kidman had played an elf (you know, in her pre-Cellophane Monster days). In honor of her birthday, MovieLine asks which is her finest performance. My brain says To Die For but my heart says Far and Away. “Yer a corker, Shannon. What a corker you are.” (MovieLine)
Oh Celebitchy, I’ve no wish to fight ya, but when you say just looking at these photos of Colin Farrell gets you pregnant, do you mean just looking at these photos of Colin Farrell gives you all the STDs? From Hep B to HPV? That’s what I thought you meant. (Celebitchy)
Speaking of greasy Irishmen, this is what Virginia Woolf has to say about James Joyce: “[Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.” AUTHOR BURN. Read this and 29 other instances of authors insulting authors. (Flavorwire)
Ah, in the wonderful world of insults, there is nothing quite like the sting of being told you are empirically and unquestionably “not beautiful enough.” When I first read this story about a dating website for beautiful people that was hacked and made to accept members who didn’t meet their “standards,” I thought it was fake news. It’s not. The supercilious superficial sanctimony of the site’s slimy spokesperson is sickening. (The Guardian)
You’re all beautiful, my attractive attention whores. That’s Lady Gaga’s general message, yes? It’s in her mission statement? I’d like to say Weird Al is attractive in this parody of Gaga’s “Born This Way,” but I find myself wishing he had gone full drag instead of CGI.
Finally, enjoy the sheer claire de lunacy of this American Apparel ad. I hate American Apparel, but I can’t resist some well-executed DeBussy and a tiny, slow-mo breakdancer.
Joanna Robinson’s gob is still a little smacked over that Beautiful People dating site. Is she naive? Shhhh, don’t burst her bubble.