Friday Thoughts and Links
Doggie ‘baggin and pud whackin’.
But what’s really important, camera guy, is that local news report. Frame it up.
It’s Friday, and your humble narrator is in San Francisco. And there is one, and only one movie, that sums up this city in the collective unconscious.
The hipsterbags are uber-scruff. But the S.F. hotties are tiny, bubbly and all sorts of sexy.
Here’s your links:
With actor Rip Torn in the news lately for old-age drunkeness, this unedited clip of his early 1970s drug fueled “improv,” in which he hits author Norman Mailer in the head with a hammer, may be his finest moment. Mailer deserved to be hit in the head with a hammer just for writing “The Gospel According to the Son.”
Subway street graffiti for the win.
For the critical theorists among us, Hot Chicks with Slavoj Žižekbags‘.
The greatest single line of dialogue in cinema history.
The New York Times video blog confuses the word “douche” with “peacock.”
The lovely Yasmine Bleeth, she of the archetypal warning to all hot chicks who date douchebags (Richard Grieco), is back and lookin’ pretty good. Perhaps years of rehab from Grieco Virus infection have at least partially un-Bleethed our titular, and I do mean titular, Bleeth.
Yeah, I just made a titular pun.
I don’t quite understand this, but HCwDB inspired some sort of old person sketch.
The greatest action sequence of all time. Avatar can suck on this.
Okay, because I like you, and for all your work on HCwDB this week… you’ve earned it:
Go forth. Go forth and drink. And think. And listen to Englebert Humperdink.
