Art, via the billionaires over at Instagram
This is actually an old Happy Find, in the traditional sense, but I’m happy to find that my sister is keeping it up again.
It’s an odd little art blog called Art of My Mind, and she very well may be what the pun is a pun of, but I enjoy it, so I hope you would, too. I find myself laughing more than I thought I would at her insights.
Check it out by clicking here.
This is really one of the weirdest groupings of commercials I’ve ever seen.
This first one doesn’t seem like a real ad on TV, but oh yes – it is:
Does this one feature Legos? Legos?! Who’s watching this?!
This one might (?) be (?) racist (?), but the scariest thing is the concept of a communal chocolate fondue…
This post is an imaginary post that I might have written in the 90’s. Hence the monkeyFLASHmonkeyBACK, minus the monkeys…
T-shirts are definition in cloth form. They’re not only brand labels, but personality labels.
When I wore Rude Dog shirts, I wanted to be seen as a Rude Dog:
I was usually more in the mood to be annoying.
When I wanted to be as bad as Bart Simpson, I’d get out my slingshot and this shirt:
Somebody ate my shorts.
When I wanted people to think I was stuck up and well-traveled (and well fed), I’d wear something from my Hard Rock Cafe collection:
(Insert city name above... and Ray-Bans)
And then there was one shirt I always considered wearing because they were punny, but never did because they were, well, you be the judge:
Additional phrase: "Something-something-something up-stares."
It’s time again for that age-old question:
Could this novelty scale I dreamed about ever exist, and if it did, would it sell?
In a nutshell, the novelty scale is like a combination of these two items:
Ooh... colors.
Essentially, it would work like this:
There are plenty of weird people out there with money to burn. So… any takers?
By now, everyone’s heard about pink slime. boring. (It’s so boring I didn’t even feel like capitalizing the B.)
And you may or may not have heard that a bug called the Polish cochineal (insert joke here)is used as a food and drink color dye called carmine. The bug looks like this:
The drawing is easier to stomach... so to speak.
The big reveal was that Starbucks (heavens!) was using the dead beetle dye to color one of their strawberry drinks.
I told you so.
So what’s the next thing that’s going to shock us? It’d have to be big. Big like finding out Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick, who have been happily married for 23 years, are – I don’t know – related.
They are "The Closer" than they thought. (<----Much better than a "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" joke.)
I’ve mentioned my television viewing rules before, but here I go again.
TV DRAMAS RULE: I will not watch a new drama in its first year (because it might get cancelled).
I followed that rule with Justified (WIN!) and LOST (fuck LOST), but not American Horror Story (fuck AHS… but not as much as LOST). With sitcoms, the rule is even simpler:
TV COMEDIES RULE: Watch… if funny, repeat.
So that brings us to this show:
This show is not following the promise of its premise. (<----writer's lingo)
WHY I GAVE THIS SHOW “THE SHOT”
Well, to begin:
Both of them deserve a chance to be on another decent show, and I thought the “cool couple have to adjust to be cool parents” wasn’t the stupidest idea out there. So why not? The remainder of the cast didn’t hurt/help either (Maya Rudolph’s okay, and Scientologist former skateboarder Jason Lee showed up for a while).
WHY I DECLARE THIS SHOW AS “JUST SHITTY”
Applegate’s Reagan isn’t likeable. And I’m not saying likeable is required. The casts of Seinfeld, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Arrested Development, and even Friends featured some unlikable members. But you still liked them despite the distaste they left in your mouth. And I don’t think it’s Applegate’s fault. (Well one thing is… I hate her stupid baby name necklace.)
Ick.
No, I blame show creator Emily Spivey. They always say “write what you know,” so to me, this former SNL scribe fancies herself quite the privileged producer that’s entitled to have it all – just like Reagan.
The biggest moment that turned me off the show was an episode in which they were flying to a wedding with the baby. They had a plan that involved them sitting together, and upon finding out they couldn’t, she threw a fit and hassled the woman at the reservation guest because she didn’t get her way. As she walked off, she disconnected the retractable straps that compose the queue. Was I supposed to be on her side?! Because all I thought was fuck her, Even the neighbors they hate that we’re supposed to hate makes them look callous.
In closing, I wish the show this premiered along with lasted. Free Agents was way more interesting… and adult.
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