Feb
26
Claireific
Feb
8
Disco Shtick.
Dodai of Jezebel takes on Taylor Swift for her fluffy, boy-crazy music whilst simultaneously humping all over Lady Gaga’s leg. Metaphorically. We have:
“But I haven’t “written off” Taylor Swift. I simply don’t believe her work, as an artist, is better than Lady Gaga’s. Nor is it, in my opinion, especially good.”
and statements of how Lady Gag is “revolutionary”. I’ll say this once: producing music of a caliber no greater than Britney or Ke$ha and wearing wack-ass outfits does not a revolutionary make. Gaga was not “robbed”. The only robbing going on is her look from Roisin Murphy, but that’s for later. Waste. of the time.
(via Jezebel.)
You know the scary scene from that one movie where the guy looks in the mirror and the killer is behind him? Oh, you mean it’s not just one movie?
(via BestWeekEver.tv)
“I will get up an hour earlier than you so I can shower, make breakfast and get the kids ready before you even get up, I will make some fruit for your breakfast so you can stay healthy and alive, I will shave almost my entire body for you and pay someone to rip hairs out of my most sensitive parts, I will work 24 hours a day, every day, I will sit through 2-hour midnight feedings, I will let it roll off my back when I’m treated differently in my workplace. I will work just as hard as my colleagues but make much less than half of them, I will say yes (most of the time) even when I don’t feel like it, I will take your call, I will listen to your mindless chattering about sports, I will listen to your friends mindless chattering about sports, I will be civil to your mother, I will usually ignore it when you leave the seat up (again), I will go see The Fast and The Furious 27: Badass Tricycles with you…”
Haloof Curls, YouTube commenter on the “Man’s last stand” Super Bowl ad (via robot-heart-politics)
BACKSTREET’S BACK.
Or me. Same diff.
I’m going to start posting here on a regular basis again. For my, what, 2 readers? WOOHOO! I’m hoping it’ll stick. I envision this as a sub for Facebook, because I’ve realized that these days all I use FB for is posting goofy shit I stumble upon, seeing the goofy shit found by a handful of friends, and…nope, that’s it. Since FB has lost an enormous amount of its utility (for me anyway) and is creepily selling my whims, musings and interests to billion-dollar conglomerates so they can post eerily targeted banner ads on my page, among other things*, I’m going to try another stab at quitting the FB. We’ll see.
*Oh, also? Facebook doesn’t let me post anything anymore without solving a captcha, and won’t let me send a private message to my boyfriend containing a link to some lingerie. (TMI? Maybe. Could have been worse, I guess.) They tell me he may be offended by it. Not only is not, not even kinda sorta, but since when does FB get to police how I *privately* communicate with my boyfriend? Very Huxley, Zuckerberg. OK, rant done. Fin.
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