You've Got Red On You, You Commie Bastard
You know by now that Pajiba Love Friday is a Family Affair, right? That we built this city on mock and droll? If you see the same contibuters in these posts week in and week out that means a) they’re firing me links over on facebook (friend me, it ain’t hard!) or via email. And you know what, my little anonymous sources? You can too! If I’ve neglected to use you in the past, please don’t let that stop you. So listen folks, it’s a gorgeous Friday, I’ve got a frosty Multi-Green Kombucha (More than one green! Many greens! Ideally not Soylent Green!) let’s dive right into Pajiba Love Friday!
Julie sent me this snort-worthy link from The Blogess. READ IT OR I’ll SICK THIS STRANGULATING MONKEY ON YOU. (The Blogess)
From esme we have this tremendously well-written essay on why you might consider hating Amy Pond (companion, “Doctor Who,” for those of you don’t watch the show or ever read this site). I don’t hate Pond, but this woman makes some excellent points. Also, Donna Noble 4 ever. Also, spoilers, sweeties. (Tiger Beatdown)
As STARK WEEK comes to a close, we have this excellent video courtesy of mswas and my friend Tam. It’s “Game of Thrones” reimagined as an RPG. (College Humor) And Pinky McLadybits offers up this “Storm of Swansons” tumblr that combines your favorite mustachioed Pawneean and “Game of Thrones.” (Uproxx)
From our friends over at Warming Glow comes this excellent battle of wits between Bill Lawrence (“Scrubs,” “Cougar Town”) and theater critic Scott Brown of New York Magazine. I have to say, I love seeing highly verbal folks go at it, tooth and claw. These fellers don’t mince words. They don’t even julienne them. (Warming Glow)
Speaking of slicing and dicing words, Captain Tuttle sent my favorite link of the week. These literary posters are comprised of chapters from some of your favorite books. Well, okay, fine, my favorite books. (Poster Text)
From branded a science-y article on why men die earlier than women. Apparently it’s because they’re trying to impress us. That’s why the female of the species is more deadlier than the male. Also, how much do I enjoy saying “houbara bustard”? A lot. Alotalot. (Wired)
“Houbara bustard” might be my new favorite swear word. Maybe I can get jM to make it beautiful for me. In the meantime, check out this link she sent me of other beautiful swear words. (Beautiful Swear Words)
Fox News, you hourbara bustards, stop being so damn vile. Seriously, your racism is showing, and it’s embarrassing me. (Angry Black Lady)
Friend of the site, John Williams, conducted a phenomenal interview with Simon Reynolds, author of “Retromania: Pop Culture’s Addiction to Its Own Past.” The book looks fascinating and right up the alley of all you little Pajibans. You neverending fonts of pop-cultural minutia. Sometimes I feel like pop-culture is eating its own *ss. You know, like the Auryn or, say, the Human Centipede. (The Second Pass)
I hope you didn’t click that Human Centipede link. You know better by now, right? Anyway, to clothe your naked disgust, Pinky McLadybits offers up the following choices. There’s this dino-mite shirt from Woot or these fantastic socks. While the nerd in me loves the bookworm and geek options (that’s a bluestocking joke, right?), I find myself rather drawn to the bacon socks. (Incredible Things)
Did you know that prolific Pajiba commenter, Mrs Julien is actually Canadian? I think only a Canadian would have access to this site which lists all the American holidays. Including the ones you’ve never heard of. It’s like something a Conehead would reference. Anyway, the point is, today is Root Beer Float Day! Phenomenal. Too bad I missed yesterday, which was Mustard Day. You’d have to be condimental to hate mustard. (State Symbols USA)
Socrates_Johnson sent me this lovely video wherein my favorite over-enunciator, Bill Nighy, explains the “Robin Hood” tax.
Finally, I may be the only one here who has seen Teen Wolf Too several times. (Probably not. See aforementioned “font” comment.) Here is my close personal friend, Jason Bateman, re-enacting a scene from that forgotten screen gem.
Joanna Robinson wants a strangulating monkey of her very own. She’ll love it and squeeze it and call it George.