2002. The year you could watch MTV Base for two hours and the Neptunes would have produced every single track you saw (I know you can’t see a song, but they didn’t produce the videos and… although I suppose if you had synaesthesia you could possibly be said to… never mind, you know what I [...]
There is now a useful ‘SEX degrees of separation’ calculator to figure out how many people you could have indirectly caught the nasties from should you not use the proper precautions. It also has an option to share your results on your social networking profile, which I’ll definitely be doing.
When they say ‘calculator’, I [...]
I lasted 52 seconds. How long can you stand her?
ps. this is categorised under ‘drink’ because it makes me want to.
pps. i lasted 52 seconds because that is the point at which she gives up her home address. Now I’m saving up for my ‘tell peaches what you think of her New York spring break [...]
Aside from Dr Horrible, Sevs’ dress was about the only win.
Little Dorrit winning Best Miniseries over Generation Kill is just distressing, so I’m going to concentrate on this to try and get something positive out of the experience. She just looks so nice.
PS. STOP GIVING AWARDS TO TWO AND A HALF MEN.
that the new sexed up Alpen adverts are disconcerting.
FACT: Alpen is what people eat to keep their bowel movement regular.
No number of semi-naked men or women can make that fact sexy. Epic fail Alpen. Epic.
On repeat.
And the P-Rod/Koston Nike SB ad that wisely uses this is pretty cute, maybe even enough for me to forgive them for the run of ugly new releases that have been offending my eyes recently (I’m looking at you, Dunk Low Asparagus).
Watch it, and have it say goodbye to summer for you.
More NYFW lust courtesy of V-Wang.
It’s raining outside and I am tired and miserable, so I’ll imagine that someone has just bought me this whole outfit and we’ll pretend for a minute that I can walk gracefully in heels, rather than like an amputee newborn foal.
I really do love culinary shows, particularly ones with a game-show element. I love Masterchef. I love Ready Steady Cook. And I especially love Come Dine With Me (in spite – or perhaps because – of it’s inane repetitive nature and that irritating voice over man who makes everyone seem like a complete twat).
At [...]
… Derek Lam
… and yessss please Jason Wu.
I swear the purple dress is my imaginary dream film premiere dress from a few years ago come to life. I spend time thinking about these things because of all those film premieres that i go to. I need to be prepared. It’s quite [...]
More Hubble. More space. More wow.
Chekhov approves.
Friday Night Lights is unbelievably earnest, the team have group prayers before games, Coach Taylor (using the power of his hair/sunglasses) gives cheesy locker room pep talks and they all chant ‘Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose’ at some point every game to motivate themselves to victory. Matt Saracen (oh number 7 you’re the prince [...]
I don’t know how they can look so confident in awesomeness AND complete in awkwardness, but this is my new photo face.
Apparently I answered 10 our of 24 questions correctly (that’s 42% for those of you lacking a maths gcse or the equivalent qualification). That’s almost half the questions. WOW! Honestly, I did not expect to know nearly that much. I think my BA in Politics has finally paid off. Totally worth 3 years at university [...]
What’s that? I hear you ask.
It’s a hen enjoying her last single night ever, obviously. Via the age old medium of zorbing (I can’t bring myself to capitalize that, although apparently I can bring myself to spell American) Hmmm, where was I?
Yes, ok! It’s my friend’s hen this weekend and I’m sortof planning it. And [...]