Not a time for laughing, but thankyou!
- Her: So... I don't know what you wanna do
- Me: Well, my immediate goal is to chill a champagne glass, close my curtains, put on High Fidelity, get heinously drunk and cry so much I die from dehydration.
- Me: Or have a sandwich
- Her: Haha.
“Fucking hell, that was like the cutest thing anyone has ever said to me”
— Sound the death rattle
“Here’s a theory for you to disregard completely. Music, you know, true music, not just rock ‘n’ roll, it chooses you. It lives in your car, or alone, listening to your headphones - you know, with the vast, scenic bridges and angelic choirs in your brain.”
“That had not occurred to us, dude.”
Last night was a success.
Michael Clarke Duncan, you have really let yourself go.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Cobra Starship - Guilty Pleasure
Remember when these two were kind of plausible?
Telephone: Bad music video or worst music video?
Tumblr poll!
Back in the halcyon days (your teen years), you might’ve found yourself sitting around a table, imbibing various alcohols, and discussing which celebrities would fucking kick so much ass, brah if they were in a band together. Greg Grunberg, in the first case of a fictional superhero using his powers in real life, read your mind and made that band:
Greg Grunberg had the idea for Band from TV after a performance at a House of Blues with several other celebrities garnered a surprising amount of fan interest. Grunberg made several connections that he would later bring together for Band from TV: he appeared on an episode of House (“Sex Kills”) starring actor and musician Hugh Laurie as well as performing at a separate charity event with James Denton and Bob Guiney.
Admittedly, other than Hugh Laurie and Greg Grunberg, these are pretty lame celebrities. We should replace them with Ian Ziering, Nicolas Sarkozy, Arnold Schwarznegger, Woody Harrelson and Will Smith. Tell me you wouldn’t buy that LP.
Jake: Nice hat.
Corey: Thanks.
Jake: Where are you going?
Corey: I have a wake to attend.
Jake: Come on, man. You didn’t get an invite.
Corey: It’s implied by our lifelong bond.
Jake: Hate to tell you this, mate, but I think that bond just ended.
Corey: I loved him like a son, Jake.
Jake: Yeah, I didn’t even know who he was.
Corey: Didn’t you see Lost Boys!?
Jake: I saw the sequel.
Corey: Autumn Reeser is tragically hot.
Jake: I think so too
Corey: Haim was in the final scene.
Jake: Oh, he was that other vampire during the credits?
Corey: Yeah, that’s him
Jake: He looked like a meth head
Corey: Well, he was in vampire make up
Jake, affecting a gravelly voice: Who ordered the stake?
Corey: Not the time.
Jake: Sorry.
Corey: Anyway, I better go
Jake: Want me to come?
Corey: No… no. This is one journey I must undertake…
The camera zooms in and frames his eyes, crinkled with determination.
Corey: Alone.
Jake: How did you do that?
“Q: Do you think it’s possible for people to go too far with free speech? Is there a line that can be crossed?
A: Let us talk epistemology for a moment. The minute there is a hidden limit on speech, it is no longer free. Free speech with limits is not free speech under any circumstances.
”
— Interview with an Encyclopedia Dramatica moderator | nineMSN
Yeah, so basically I spent the entire night telling Luke how bad of an idea it was to continue this tryst with his current girlwhatever because she’s a total whore, and I don’t think he liked that very much. It’s alright, when he’s inevitably destroyed by her, I can quote bros before hoes and he’ll be like “Yeah, word” and then take my advice as gospel forever more.
Oh, and Calum’s Mum said I should continue getting mental and banging skanks for another five years, and then get my life together. That’s the kind of adult advice I can endorse.
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