I missed you! Did you miss me? (Don’t answer that.) Well I know at least one of you missed me! Reader Carface was SUPER bummed at yesterday’s lack of a Word Cloud. Unless he/she/it was being sarcastic…dammit. Well I do have a Word Cloud today, and it’s comprised of your sick and twisted comments from last Friday. Here it is, in all its diseased splendor. I love you all.
Speaking of our lovely readers, we’d like to send one Pajiban, Optimus Rhyme, warm hugs and copious praise for winning this year’s NCAA bracket. Oh, I ‘spose we should send praise to UConn as well. Is this the only time I will ever link to The Hartford Courant? Probably. (The Hartford Courant)
Last night’s showdown between Butler and UConn has put me in a combative mood. Let’s trip the light pugilistic through some notable fights, shall we? First up, some cat has started attending book signings and asking authors to insult him via inscription. The hilarious Amy Sedaris wins, even if she does have to use that banned Pajiba word to do so. The others are worth checking out as well. (Insulted By Authors)
Speaking of contentious authors, how adorable is this little Twitter fight between “Game of Thrones” author George R.R. Martin and “Lost” co-creator Damon Lindelof. Anyone who hash tags the word “salvo” is alright in my book. Also, I hate to say this, George Raymond Richard Martin, but John Ronald Reuel Tolkien called and he wants his trademark initialing back. (NY Mag)
I’ve seen some fantastic stuff over on Scott C.’s “Great Showdowns,” but this is my favorite by far. It’s from Mannequin aka one of Joanna’s Guiltiest Pleasures aka Kim Cattrall’s best role. (Great Showdowns)
My dislike for “Glee” has become so strong that I’ve taken a fancy to all of the bands that refuse to let Ryan Murphy license their music. So, um, Kings Of Leon, how you doin’? (Celebitchy)
One of my favorite Battle Royals (with Cheese) in the past decade is Tarantino’s Kill Bill epic. The New Beverly in L.A. screened one monster cut of the two films and here is the drool-making poster. A limited number of posters will be going on sale. Fetch me my Hattori Hanzō charge card! (Slash Film)
But even a hand-crafted Japanese credit card has its limits, and I fear the £10,000 asking price for the original “OMG Kate Winslet Is Naked In Titanic And Can You Believe James Cameron Drew This And Wasn’t Avatar Bad?” drawing exceeds it. (Telegraph)
Ahhhh, I was distracted from the fighting theme by Kate’s sketchy rack. Apologies. Back to the fray. Let’s just say, for being involved in that idiotic Jake Gyllenhaal gay joke, Reba McEntire lost all of her Tremors cred. Well, almost all. It’s a lot of cred! (Kenneth in the 212)
Speaking of Tremors, I like big scary monster things, and I love charts, but I adore charts about big scary monster things. Check out the entire series of pop cultural charts here. Graboids! (Dan Meth)
Alright, we’re going to exit today’s Punch Drunk P. Love with some musical musings. I’m confused, if every song is Pachelbel’s Canon, how can every song also be “Earth Angel?”
I complain a lot about CGI and other FX because while some people praise their innovation, I think a reliance on computers is murdering some real genuine creativity. ‘Tis true, ‘tis true ‘tis pity, And pity ‘tis ‘tis true. The following video could have been made with computers, but isn’t it a thousand times cooler because its not?
Joanna Robinson wants you to know that if you click on that link about “big scary monster things,” you’ll learn that “gigantism happens.” I want that on a shirt. If you have a better shirt slogan email it here: [email protected] or shout it to me on Twitter @quityourJRob