Cher is on Twitter
Ok, I imagine this may not be breaking news to some, but did you know Cher is on Twitter and is incomprehensible?
I discovered this via The Oatmeal:
headline of the day
FBI’s Newest Gang Threat: Insane Clown Posse Fans
Make Me Over
Please enjoy this magical super-addictive timesuck. Upload a photo and in about 30 seconds flat, transform yourself into someone else. I was going to post the one with the platinum blonde Billy-Idol-esque hairdo, but I chickened out. How about some false eyelashes and bangs instead?
from the comments
I’m now picturing the rumble and split of the earth’s crust making its way around the planet like a spray tan circling an alcoholic’s belly.
Photo out of context
Hillman Curtis — Bobbi Brown: fashion shoot
Behind the scenes at a Bobbi Brown cosmetics shoot.
What Cindy said
Having just had our groceries rung up by a weathered, late-fifties, husky-voiced strawberry blonde with heavy eyeliner:
I don’t think Miss Kitty was much of a checker.
Father Christmas fucked my pussy (Christmas pussy song)
(thanks, Aaron)
I was an alien for Halloween
It was a real pain in the ass to put together and I couldn’t breathe through my nose the whole night, but in the end it was worth it just to watch people react to me on the street. I made the prosthetic and the teeth, I bought the contacts and the bald cap, and a friend applied the makeup. I wish I had better photos, but it took so long to get my makeup together that we didn’t end up with enough time to go get the good camera.
– Pam
Halloween
Are you dressing up?
I’m either going as: Sam Seaborn, or Garth Algar.
Jorge Posada wears White-Out
I just noticed Yankees catcher Jorge Posada paints his nails to make his signals easier for the pitcher to see, which of course was already known on the web.
Update: The Texas Rangers are going to the World Series.
from the comments
Back when, I was slapped into an evening gown and escorted mid-ring to hand out ribbons to winners of the horse show. I remember being horrified about my hair, the thick, curly type that Mother said she “prayed up.” But this was the era of the teased, sprayed helmeted look, so I had been sent to the hairdresser. I was the girl known to ride ponies at full gallop, no saddle, through the countryside. But that night I was in a glowing pink gown with lifeless hair, trying to hand a ribbon to a uniformed equestrian bobbing on top of a skittering horse. Our eyes held the same wildness, I think. The horse and I just wanted to run.
Overheard
Two male students, late teens/early 20s, sitting on a retaining wall–scoping out the passing babes. I have given them names:
Bob: Whoa!
Jack: No.
Bob: What about her?
Jack: Nope. Vegetarian.
Bob: What a waste.
Dear Clusterflock
Can your infinite collective wisdom explain this to me: why would anyone structurally engineer a bar of soap like this? Is it really because people waste the inside portion of a bar of soap or are they just greedy and trying to give us less soap for the same price and then attempting to make us feel guilty about our regular soap?
I’ve been thinking about this all weekend and can’t come up with a satisfactory answer.
“I’ve Written a Letter to Daddy”
Bette Davis as Baby Jane Hudson in “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?”
from the comments
What I object to, perhaps, is the charade of it all. I resent the feeling that I must get “made up” for men, and I know many women love to do this for themselves, but for me, I don’t even like shaving my legs much less going through the complications of lipstick. Or blush, ugh, don’t get me started on blush. What makes me even more upset is people will ask after my health if I don’t wear make up but when I do wear make up I get hit on and people tell me I am so beautiful. I don’t know quite what to make of that except it makes me see the entire enterprise as a very particular sort of fraud. But fraud that I will commit nonetheless when there is a handsome gent in the offing.
Fashion’s always a bit behind, a bit of a regression, a bit of a return, an homage. Everyone I know looks like they’re living in a weird mixture of the 70′s and the future. I could take a series of pictures for you that would look like they were taken back then, but part of it has to do with actual film stock I think. I can almost always place a film movie to within a year of its actual release or production, based on the look of the film itself.
My push-up bra will help me get my man
Thanks to my cousin Sarah for this one.
“If you find that your opossum gets restless during this procedure, give it a grape.”
Dear clusterflock
I have this one soap I love so much I never use it.
No!
No No No No No
Vajazzeling!?
Is there a single person who can justify this to me in the comments?
//Ben
quote out of context
Each $18.50 tube comes with a color chart so men can figure out how aroused their partner is feeling.
Before and After: a Professional Job
werewolf evolution
A short interview with Rick Baker, the makeup artist behind An American Werewolf in London and Thriller, about the transformation of his art in the digital era.
Wired: Have you worried that your work can’t keep up with evolving technology?
Baker: I had that concern. I wondered whether today’s kids, who grew up on CG, would accept a guy covered in yak hair. But I actually embrace digital stuff now — I do it for fun. I was heavily involved in the digital work on The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I like any trick that helps me achieve what I can’t with rubber. I try to make the right choice for the circumstances of the movie.
Miss Plastic Hungary beauty pageant
. . . traces of the cad about the boy . . .
You know you’re headed somewhere when you commence to quoting yourself.
And while we’re on the subject . . .
Although The Magic Christian is by and large a very annoying film (not least on account of its many breezy ‘fag jokes’ circa 1969), there is a certain train-wreck fascination to the “Mad About the Boy” sequence featuring Yul Brynner and Roman Polanski.
