For various reasons, I’ve spent most of my day sequestered indoors with poor lighting. That might explain why I look like Greystoke and have a the attention span of a fruit fly. In any case, I’m going to try to toss out some links before my ability to string complete sentences leaves me entirely.
This information seems good to know, but I still prefer the idea of Ned Flanders from The Simpsons breaking out his emergency baptism kit.
I can’t tell what’s more surprising about this crazy sampling of popular Google searches: the fact that 456,000 people wondered “why do men have nipples” or that 42,300 people wondered “why Luke Skywalker is an idiot”.
Last week, video of actress Salma Hayek breast-feeding a stranger’s hungry child in a Sierra Leone hospital emerged on the series of tubes, and mainstream media has been taking the story and running with it ever since:
Despite the fact that I objectify Ms. Hayek in pretty much every way possible, even a pervert like myself has to commend her for the matter-of-fact grace, sense of community and respect her actions belie. Even so, I couldn’t help but chuckle when I heard ABC’s morning show people introducing the story yesterday morning. The hosts found it truly incredulous that so many people – thousands, even millions – had watched the clip online. I realize this is my inner cynic speaking, but hello, we’re talking about video of Salma Hayek whipping her breast out, here: I’d frankly be shocked if the video didn’t grab as many eyeballs as that karate back-flip gone wrong and Chris Crocker’s defense of Britney Spears combined. Granted, this clip may have garnered a fair amount of “crossover” viewers, people interested in the poignant and beautiful story, but something tells me there are vast legions of people who regularly Google the phrase “Salma Hayek breast” and click everything that comes up in the results, irrespective of current events.
For tonight’s edition of Ye Olde Creative Void Theater, I thought I’d whip up some lists. Normally, this is an activity I perform elsewhere, but I think it’s creative in its own way, and can and will do for tonight. On your mark….get.set…..bullet!
Whoever is responsible for this abomination has managed to do something that I have always thought was impossible, namely making me briefly sickened by the thoughts of both bacon and – more importantly – breasts.
For some reason – perhaps because it doesn’t involve a ton of effort on my part – I keep coming back to the concept of the lyrical mashup. I don’t know how well they translate to other people but I find them kind of strangely satisfying. For tonight’s opus, I’ve elected to take a playlist I’ve created of songs with the most ridonkulously oddball lyrics, pull out the weirdest phrase from each and then string them together for your gawking pleasure. Let’s give it a go, shall we?
Damn them sonsabitches with their gill-nets set afloat
In the lap of your mama you land
Amassed resentment counting ounce and pound
Hope is a letter that’s never delivered by the postman of my fear
Tarzan I’m pleading stop your fucking screaming
Don’t tell me that you didn’t try and check out my bum
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Or leave it senseless like a suck on a gun?
I said ‘oh’ in my hopeless youth, just so uncouth
I try to sing it funny like Beck but it’s bringing me down
I Brazilian wax poetic so hypothetically I don’t wanna beat around the bush
So why is it I’m happy when there’s tears down in your eye
Heh, well if nothing else, at least I entertain myself. G’night.