Recently there’s been a lot of chatter about how the world will end on May 21st of this year. (Even The Artist formerly known as Patton Oswalt is talking about it.) It’s a rather arbitrary date, my rapturous ones, chosen by a rather arbitrary group, but here’s a look at some of the calculations that went into its selection. (Newsfeed)
But, but, the world CAN’T end on that day, my little word playahs! That’s the day of the O. Henry Pun-Off World Championship and I’ve been training for that ever since I found out about it, um, yesterday! (NPR)
Truth be told, I’ve been training for that contest my whole life. It’s really important that I get to go. Who can we send to stop the apocalypse…some [email protected] Disney Princesses??! OKAY! My money’s on Belle, take a gander at her shin guards. (Geekologie)
I say, come the rapture, when all of the undeserving are left behind (ahem, that’s all of you, don’t kid yourselves) that we meet up in one of these bizarre, alien-looking locations. Creepy post-apocalyptic cityscapes are so 2010. (io9)
Once we pick a place to meet up, you’re not allowed to tell anyone, okay? This is just for us. You told already didn’t you? Ugch, COME ON, Loose Tweets Sink Fleets! (Flickr)
Listen, I don’t really buy into the Rapture, but if you told me this completely baffling “Planking” fad was a sign of the apocalypse, I would believe you. (BBC)
Defending the “art” in planking is like defending the “art” in Terrence Malick’s sh*tshow Tree of Life, which I haven’t seen but feel comfortable prejudging based on the thunderous boos that greeted it at Cannes this weekend. “But a lot of things have been booed at Cannes,” you cry. Yeah and they were all terrible films. What’s that Marie Antoinette apologists? I can’t hear you over the screech of Coppola’s soundtrack. (Tree of Life )
Aw, I don’t come here to trash your favorite arty movies, honest. Look here, my art house bunnies, starting next month you can watch all of your favorite Miramax films streaming on Netflix Instant. Oh, Miramax, you never disappointed. Good Will Hunting! Pulp Fiction! Reindeer Games! (/Film)
Speaking of, it turns out Schwarzenegger was definitely playing reindeer games with one of his staffers and has confessed to fathering a child with her. Color me wholly unsurprised. (Evil Beet)
If Maria Shriver is looking for a good break-up album, may I suggest she try my current lady crush, Adele? In a recent interview with “Out,” Adele talks about the heart-breaking relationship that inspired the fantastic 21. (Celebitchy)
Speaking of voices I love, countless cheesy rom com soundtracks and Starbucks albums have tried to kill my love for Norah Jones, but I am ever steadfast. Her guest vocals on Danger Mouse’s new album Rome are a total silky, smokey highlight and I’m hoping the cred of this collaboration will make it okay to profess my love in the streets. I love you, Norah Jones! I even loved your bad acting in that Wong Kar Wai flick! Jack White’s sexy rasp is featured on Rome as well. Check out Audiosuede’s review. (Audiosuede)
Here is another staggering time lapse video by Daniel López. I can’t tell if it’s Inception-y or Rapture-y, but either way my jaw dropped.
Yesterday I failed to note the anniversary of Jim Henson’s passing. For that I’m truly sorry. To make it up, here are the muppets honoring their creator. It’s really, really, really, really sad, my friends, so if you don’t feel like tearing up, don’t even think about pressing play.