There’s just something about that four-letter word that I just love. It could be the way it rolls off the tongue. It could be that the sensors in the brain deal with pain merely at the utterance of the word. I’d like to think that it is the most cyclical word in the world.
Two people fuck and then say “fuck” when they find out there’s a little fucker on the way that they can’t say “fuck” in front of anymore. (In theory, anyway.)
Is it poetic? Perhaps not, but as I mentioned already, I love that four-letter word.
Which is probably why I enjoy websites that make use of the word in their URL, like these sites. And this one. Don’t forget about this, too.
Imagine my glee at the discovery of Fuck This Website. It’s purpose is as simple as the expletive. Stickers are posted over existing signs, photos are taken, and images are posted. It’s not FUCKet science.
Yeah, this video pretty much expresses how I feel this Friday:
Like what happened to this apartment?
Why is there a cuckoo bird walking around the room?
Who’s filming the creature and why?
Is that a sitar being used in that song?
Did the music come before the video or was the video inspired by the tune?
Why did I listen to and watch the whole thing?
Yeah, essentially all that, but completely different questions…
For more videos like the above, you can go to the semi-not-eponymously named website, Amazing Aaron. (I’m assuming his name is really “Aaron.”)
And if you’re really a glutton for feathers, check out these equally semi-not-eponymously named website, Fluffy Birds, in which Buster is accompanied by Sandy and some laundry baskets.
An 80’s staple and a 90’s thumbtack (and a 2000’s bottle of correction fluid), filmmaker John Hughes wasinfluential (Kevin Smith and Judd Apatow site him as such), omnipresent (he released at least two pictures a year for awhile there), and iconic (see below).
For those that grew up with his films, the majority of his earlier works stand out in our memories mostly because of the songs associated with them. With his passing at the age of 59, let’s synch up his celluloid hits and misses with their synonymous Billboard hits and misses.
I know there’s plenty of other tunes in his movies to choose from (such as Danke Schoen and Twist and Shout for example), but these are the most direct songs associated with these films.
Thank you, Mr. Hughes, for the fond memories. Not so much so for the Flubbers.
(P.S. You were thisclose to being featured in one of my The Sh– To Just Sh–ty posts. Bullet dodged, my friend. Farewell, and well done…)
This poor neurotic bear cub has many issues to work out… namely, it needs to reconsider the company it associates with. For starters, the dick humans that keep throwing it in with other scary baby animals, like lions and monkeys. And heaven forbid putting it in the same enclosed space as that ever-so-frightening shadow!
In all actuality, I’m all for doing this exact same thing with humans. Fortunately for me (and perhaps for small children), I haven’t met any toddlers that were too afraid of other animals yet.
Believe that one day when I do, I’ll be sure to dangle that kid above a barking dog. Just out of reach of each other. You know… for fun to teach a lesson.
That lesson being do it on a Korean (?) television show. That way you can post it on YouTube. Trust me on this.
I was kind of a fan of The Drew Carey Show and sort of a fan of Craig Ferguson as his boss, but I’ve never been too into The Late Late Show. Perhaps I should reconsider…
Alas, truer sentiments have never been shared, besides this of course:
This might have been better suited as a JusWondering, but it shall end up as a Drunken Recollection nonetheless, mostly because I recall being drunk while just wondering these things…
Who thought it would be a great idea to have women work in bikinis?
In an industry that requires hair nets, plastic gloves, and, um, clothing in the kitchen, besides the obvious reason of having scantily clad women taking food orders and delivering it, why do we have scantily clad women taking food orders and delivering it in bars and restaurants?
Speaking of baseball, are baseball highlights the best of all sports highlights, or what?
It’s possible I think this right now because they’re essentially the only sports highlights on TV, but does a backwards catch thrown in reverse into a double play beat a lateral pass touchdown?
Ah, I need a drink. Time to hit up a bikini bar to watch some baseball highlights.
I know he created you, but he also wrote "Christmas with the Kranks"
As a child, my list of favorite films was simple and current. There were the easy ones: Star Wars, E.T., Back to the Future, and Raiders of the Lost Ark. Some of the others… not so easy: Gremlins, The Goonies, and Adventures in Babysitting.
What do those works have in common?
Who has two thumbs and loves Beth Cooper? Not too many movie goers, I'd say.
Steven Spielberg’s protégè, nay, discovery (hah!), Chris Columbus wrote Gremlins and The Goonies, and directed Adventures in Babysitting. For me, he could do no wrong, and let’s be honest: as kids, our taste is horrible. But I feel all three of these films have stood the test of time. Some of his other works? Eh, not so much:
Young Sherlock Holmes (noted as the first film with an entirely CG character)
Heartbreak Hotel (a kid kidnaps Elvis… anyone else but me remember this?)
Only the Lonely (made me thankful I wasn’t a mama’s boy… sorry mama)
Now grant it – he had other hits through the 90’s: Home Alone 1 & 2, Mrs. Doubtfire, and, um, Nine Months? Jingle All the Way? Stepmom? Bicentennial Man?
And to most Potter fans, he directed the weakest films in the series (Harry Potter and the Stuff in the First Movie and Harry Potter Rides Again), but I don’t watch those films, so I don’t hold it against him.
Like his compatriots I will be attacking in future The Shit to Just Shitty’s, it’s about the fall from what imagination, vision, and drive they once exhibited, to the money grubbing, the disillusionment, or the detachment from the public they display in recent works. Is it the state of the studio system? Is it the movie going public’s demands? I offer no answers, only martyrs.
Here’s hoping *hold your breath* *cross your fingers*Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightning Thief (that’s the title folks), contains some of the gritty charm of his earlier works, and not the glossy finish of his latest offerings:
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