Today’s clip goes hand in hand with the SWTCTW cliche life lesson of the day (which I just started. Right now. And probably won’t continue tomorrow.): never judge a book by its cover.
Watch this video. The whole thing.
UPDATED: Here it is again if the first one doesn’t work.
Well, I guess they are kittens, not cats. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE. Anyway, I was shown this video over the weekend and I’ve been dying to post it. (Weekend away=no blogging). “Kittens inspired by kittens” is a masterpiece! Enjoy!
There’s a new anti-gay marriage ad out there, and it is terrifying.
I’m not scared of the storm. I’m scared of NOM. I’m scared of their bad actors (and they are actors. See their audition reels here. Thanks, QT!). I’m scared of their bad writing (ex- “There’s a storm gathering. The clouds are dark, and the wind is strong. And I am afraid.” You are afraid of weddings? Seriously?). But most of all, I’m scared of their message of hate and discrimination.
You know what I think of when I think of NOM?
A lot less scary than some crap a dark storm and a bunch of lies (click that link and read what HRC says.), don’t you think?
Today is the 15 year anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death. Being too young, I missed out on the whole grunge thing– but being a pop culture junkie, I appreciate it. Plus, who doesn’t love a good stick-it-to-the-man attitude? Thanks for the music, Kurt.
Sooooo my landlord said I couldn’t have a cat or dog…but he didn’t say anything about chameleons! HOW DOES IT DO THAT? (And here is where I answer my own question so that you don’t have to take the time to Google it yourself…click the link) I also would like to have multiple pairs of Ray-Bans.
Oh and guess what song is stuck in my head now?
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green…
Stick ’em out and push ’em up, ladies, because it’s National Cleavage Day 2009! In South Africa. Haha. While we don’t officially celebrate the holiday here in the good old US of A, I’m sure some exceptions can be made if it really resonates with you.
Now I know you are thinking that some pervy dude who still lives in his parent’s basement came up with this holiday so that on the one day he actually stops playing video games and watching porn, he can see some real cleavage. I mean, that’s what I thought. In fact, it’s sponsored by Wonderbra and Cosmo and some proceeds from the day are dedicated to a good cause. You think I’m kidding? Here is the Web site:
Wonderbra’s slogan for the day made me laugh out loud. “Firm supporter of the left and the right”. Five points to Gryffindor! Errr…or whichever Hogwarts house the creator of that phrase is in.
So do whatever you need to do to make it happen. And I think it would be extremely appropriate to pour yourself a nice glass of Cleavage Creek wine…
Also, since the girls might be exposed today, you should seriously consider purchasing a Tiddy Bear. What the hell is that, you ask? A Tiddy Bear is my newest infomercial obsession. Observe– A Tiddy Bear:
Can you even live without this? You need to protect your “shoulder”.
You should know, first of all, that I’m feeling much better today. It took some Kathleen mixed with some wine with a side of chips and salsa and Ben and Jerry’s and POOF, healed. (Well, mentally. The ankle still causes me to go on angry expletive-laden rants in my head as I walk through Union Station: “God damned ankle. You mother fucker. Could you MAYBE stop HURTING you little piece of shit?!” Ahem.) Last night I may have eaten upwards of 200% of the recommended daily value of saturated fat in the form of Peanut Butter Cup ice cream, and Kathleen and I may have been glued to the television for an entire hour-long David Blaine special, straight out of 1997, with Leonardo DiCaprio and his floppy hair hosting. It happens.
I only overslept by a half hour (okay, 50 minutes) this morning, which was an upgrade from the rest of the week, and this morning this song came on my shuffle:
How could my day go badly if it began with that song? I mean…
Any time I need to see your face
I just close my eyes and I am taken
to a place where the crystal mind and
magenta feeling taken shelter in the base
of my spine sweet like a chicka cherry cola
The magenta feeling has definitely taken shelter in the base of my spine. (What?)
These actually render me wordless (which rarely happens), so I’ll just post the pictures.
Wowie.
Wow.
Wow.
PS- If you want to buy these beauties and just love the idea of a built in sparkly whale’s tail, they’re made by Sanna’s of Brazil and they’re only a hundred bucks! So sexxxxxxxy. You’ll for sure be the flyest girl at the club! Bye bye Banana Republic, hello Sanna’s!
Did they seriously make “Where the Wild Things Are” into a movie? (Let me answer my own question: yes, they did.) Are you okay with this?! (I’m clearly struggling with it.) What are your thoughts? It seems kind of dark and twisty…