Happy Friday my darling darjeelings and randy rooibos. We begin today’s Love by throwing some affection at our lord and master, Pajiba Editor-in-chief and Ryan Reynolds enthusiast, Dustin Rowles. In all honesty (and not just because I’m angling for an increase in my salary of stale Peeps), Dustin does a fantastic job every single damn day even if he DOES run a pop-culture site and only just listened to Rebecca Black’s “Friday” today (the day before Saturday). So take a moment and read this interview Dustin gave about Pajiba and the publicity machine, then drop some love for him down in the comments. DO IT. (The Next Web)
I’d pair it with a T-Shirt homage to my favorite scathing and bitchy muppets and, to make matters twee, I’d paint my nails with newsprint. Or, oooo, binary!! (EPBOT)
Gird your loins, ladies and gents, for this “Doctor Who” Season Six prequel that should be popping on the BBC America website just as this column drops. (BBC America)
Are you giddy with joy at the prospect of Amy and Rory and the TARDIS and Matt Smith? Well allow me to put a damper on your ardor. Sean Penn+Scarlett Johansson=Creeping Heebie Jeebies. (Celebitchy)
Sucker Punch is meant to be rather exploitative in regards to female beauty, right? Then why was a rumpled Jon Hamm the prettiest thing at the premiere? A midriff, Jena Malone? Really? (Evil Beet)
Wow, that midriff comment made me sound like my grandmother. I should have said something more like, “Jena, love, your spleen is showing.” (Superpunch)
Did you like “The Wire?” Me too. Do you like Charles Dickens? Me too!! Do you like Dickensian illustrator “Phiz”?! ME T-Oh, I’m the only one? Okay. Check out this nifty article about the way in which “The Wire” follows the structures of the 19th century novel. No, it’s great I swear! You stopped reading at “Phiz,” didn’t you? (The Hooded Utilitarian)
Speaking of “The Wire,” this jaw-dropping time-lapse video from Terje Sorgjerd of an Aurora Borealis in Kirkenes, Norway made me utter an elegant, “Sheeeeeeeeeeeet.”
This video is lovingly dedicated to all my grammar bitches and picky pedants. This is also for those of you who get excited about the OED and love to “yoke impossible words together for the sound-sex of it.” In short, for my lovely, wordy, fussy Pajibans.
For the rest of you? Who just like a laugh? This is for you. I believe the lyrics are “I ain’t gonna pee-pee my bed tonight.” Preach, Little Lord Fauntleroy, preach.
Joanna Robinson will endeavor to ensure her bed remains unsullied this e’en.