I'm only getting cooler

Hmm...I mean older. Read my new review to make me feel better about being a month away from a slightly larger number.

G O L D F R A P P

Viral Video Film School

Okay, okay, I just did an ode to InfoMania ("It's not hard to let it go from a mess to the masses") a few posts ago, but this guy is just getting funnier and funnier. And also, it's EI's fault because this is AGAIN about that creepy wooden Russian singer with the mouth moving issue. Which you haven't read yet because it's directly below THIS post, and I just posted THAT post three minutes ago.

Gummy Bear!

Warning: Ear Worm. It's a big hit at my house. The ass-shaking gummy bear is no more appalling than EI's creepy wooden Russian friend, who I refuse to post (but you can see him here. Warning. Nightmares will follow. WHY DOESN'T HIS MOUTH MOVE???)

Internet Quote of the Day

Courtesy of Amazon.com Discussion, proving that people do not recognize a joke when they read it.

Title:
"Gift ideas for my 58 year old psychotherapist?"

Discussion Question:
“I was thinking a set of Batman pajamas. Or fire. I'm not sure which. Any ideas?”

Response:
“Your psychotherapist may not accept a gift from you. Or, she or he will accept the gift but make you discuss the thought process that drove your decision to buy it. You might not want to subject yourself...”

Retort:
“Of course he will accept the gift from me. I am his best friend in the entire world.”

That probably should have been the end of it, but there are 109 responses, many of them debating the ethics of putting your mental health practitioner in the position to have to accept or rebuff Batman pajamas, but mostly offering hilarious gift suggestions ranging from custom-stitched straight jackets to home-baked goods.

In an attempt at political correctness...

To Hubby. "We need to exercise. We are fat and unattractive. Collectively."

Oooo Rotten Tomatoes

I don't really watch television anymore because I'm busy and also because television is filled to the brim with more dumb than I can handle. But while I'm sitting here waiting for dinner to magically make itself, I've discovered that Rotten Tomatoes has its own show! Sure, it looks like cable access, but is charmingly reminiscent of Greg Kinnear-era Talk Soup (remember when it was still called Talk Soup? Before Skunk Boy ruined it all?) I was hooked when they voted that horrid sex scene from Watchmen (WatchAss, for EI?) the absolute worst moment in movies in 2009.

Anyway, I swear they aren't paying me to advertise this, so check it out:
"He graduated from the wooden school of acting and seems devoid of human emotions...a sitaution not helped when his jaw is wired shut."

I heart you, Rotten Tomatoes.

Oh, and InfoMania (which for some reason I keep singing to Lisztomania, by Phoenix, not to be confused with the 1975 Ken Russell / Roger Daltrey film unrelated to both that song and this thought) is pretty good, too.