Monthly Archives: June 2011

Parting Shot: The Art of Cool

Mickey Mouse Figurine

Oh, hey, Minnie.  Just hanging out against this wall, no big deal. 

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The Intersection of Things We Love and Things We Don’t: Kelly & the Bieb

Last week Justin Bieber, who has generally stayed on our good side (mostly by virtue of his chivalry), went ahead and tried to change that by wearing a Kelly Kapowski t-shirt, even though a) Saved by the Bell came and went before he was even born, b) she is OURS, and he should know that and thus he should STAY AWAY, and c) he’s Canadian.

Tiffani Amber Thiessen

Bieber, you can have Selena Gomez, or Miranda Cosgrove, or Vanessa Hudgens, or Taylor Momsen, or any of these girls who can’t rent a car.  But anyone born pre-Top Gun is mine.  You got that?  Stay the FUCK away!

But we’re not worried.  Tiffani can fight her own battles.  Here’s how she responded:

Tiffani Amber ThiessenBoom.  Roasted.

(Marry me?)

via Vulture

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Twinsies: ‘The Voice’ Edition (Part 2)

Maybe a stretch, certainly unexpected, but we looked at Beverly tonight and saw none other than the Pickup Artist himself, Mystery.

The Pickup Voice Artist

Disagree? Well, let’s give Beverly an absurd, oversized hat and see what happens.

See Beverly with a little peacock action

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Belated In Memoriam: “Macho Man” Randy Savage

[It was about a month ago, while quickly scanning our Twitter feed, that we saw a report that Macho Randy Savage (née Randy Poffo) had passed away.  It seemed like one of those hoax stories, and at the very least even if he was in a car accident the reports of his demise must have been greatly exaggerated.  But, thanks to the blazing, almost frightening ,speed of social media, his passing was confirmed almost immediately.  And we knew we had to say something about it.  And we also knew, unfortunately, that we couldn’t comment at the time.  However, we made a promise we would not let his death go unrecognized. So, now, better late than never, here we go.]

In some ways he was the Scotty Pippen of professional wrestling.  A skilled athlete who never shied away from the spotlight, one of the best all-around performers of his or any generation, but one who spent his whole career overshadowed by another, more colorful, more bombastic, larger than life superstar.  But whereas Pippen could never match Michael Jordan’s ability, Randy Savage was arguably (perhaps empirically) a stronger technical wrestler than his sometimes best friend, sometimes bitter enemy, Hulk Hogan.  The Hulkster plodded around the ring, employing more smoke and mirrors than legitimate squared circle proficiency.  Savage, on the other hand, could match, if not exceed, Hulk’s lyrical prowess and pair that with superior wrestling ability, capable of demonstrating legitimate ring expertise on the mat or from the top turnbuckle.  And yet, while he was no doubt one of the top wrestling superstars for years, hands down one of the all-time greats, he never reached the same stratospheric heights as Hogan.  Sure, there were legions of Macho Man fans, a vocal contingent who would claim Savage’s ascendancy, but the sheer fact is that Hogan achieved a level of fame that Macho Man could never quite grasp.  He was probably a household name at his peak, a fixture in WWF video games, a headliner, a merchandising bonanza, a Slim Jim spokesperson.  But where was his starring role in a motion picture?  Where was his brand of vitamins?  Where was his post-retirement reality show?  In another time, Savage could have the indisputable best, head and shoulders above the rest.  But in our time he was always going to fall just short of Hogan.  No matter what.

And perhaps, at least for us, it goes back to the break up of the Mega Powers, the all-star team-up between Savage and Hogan, an alliance that ultimately imploded over their competition for the attention of manager and Savage’s then real-life wife Miss Elizabeth.  We very, very clearly remember when their partnership, and friendship, went up in flames.  And even though we think at that time we already understood that wrestling was fake, this schism felt very real.  It was, truly, heartbreaking, and we never really recovered from it.  And, even though it was scripted, fabrication, theater, Savage came out as the aggressor, the loose cannon, the villain, and Hogan the real American hero.  And this was a perception that perhaps Savage was never able to shake.  His rugged, rough and tumble recklessness would never match Hogan’s safe, bland chivalry.  In the end, we could never forgive him for tossing a woman, let alone his wife, clear across the locker room.

Which, again, is a shame, because Savage, as a character at least, was more human in his imperfections.  He could be jealous, insecure, selfish, callous, violent.  But he could also be brave, gentle, passionate and heroic.  And, with his unfortunate passing we’ll choose to look back and remember Savage at his best, a showman, offering an unmatched blend of athletic aptitude and verbal acuity, a man blessed with a gift for punching and for pomp & circumstance.  Truly, a poet and a pugilist.

Thanks, Randy.  Oh yeah.

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Parting Shot: Avocad-NO

Maybe they should have left this one in California.  Or learn the difference between avocados and guacamole. 

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Tripletsies: Christina & Her Sisters

Can you spot which one of these blond bombshells is a Grammy winning songstress, which one is a deceased female professional wrestler, and which one is a character named Hatchet Face from a John Waters film?  Tough, isn’t it???

Christina Aguilera, Hatchet Face, Luna Vachon, The Voice

If you said “I don’t know, I can’t tell them apart,” you’d be right!

Seriously, is there not one person around to tell her that this is not a good look?!  Blake?  Cee-Lo?  Carson???  ANYONE?


Shouldn’t you be in Italy crashing a Fiat into a police car?

Also, the V-Room?  We thought Twitter would stop being cool when our dad joined it, but you beat him to the punch.  Fuck you, V-Room.

(btw, we’re really enjoying The Voice!)


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Last Night in ‘Late Night’: There’s a Reason We Have a Category Titled “It’s Gross”

For things exactly like this:

Jimmy Fallon & Kathie Lee Gifford

That’s gross.

And Jimmy started off the episode so strong, borrowing “The Word” from Stephen Colbert’s playbook (their rivalry/friendship, btw, has to be one of the best ongoing storylines on all of television right now.  Including Dexter (which, we admit, we’ve never seen)).  Kiss your mother (or wife) with that mouth?

Alternate joke: if Jimmy wasn’t drunk after playing white wine pong, he most certainly was after that.  A quick peck from Kathie Lee alone is enough to exceed most breathalyzer tests.  A prolonged smooch like that, Jimmy must have been well beyond the legal limit.

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Recap: The MTV Movie Awards

Jason Sudeikis proved himself a songsmith and a piano man, and, perhaps more importantly, showed with his subtle but unmistakable bite and subversion that he’s maybe not ready to join the Hollywood Elite that this awards show falls all over itself to celebrate.  It wasn’t Gervais territory, but it seemed that Suds wasn’t afraid to bite the hand that feeds.

Best part:

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The rest of the show featured Twilight winning pretty much every award, save for the insipid “Best Line From a Movie” statue, which at least went to a seven-year-old, hopefully shaming the award from ever appearing again.

But we have to admit, despite our seething disdain for Twilight (admittedly having never seen the movies or read the books), we can’t help but really, really admire Kristen Stewart, if only because she seems to be straining ever fiber of her being not to say “fuck you” to everyone in the audience, including her fans.  She’s always genuinely awkward amongst a sea of people who feign awkwardness, and she seems to grasp just how ridiculous this show is, and by extension the whole Hollywood machine.  Kristen, you’re okay by us!

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Jason Sudeikis About to Become the Sort of Celebrity He’s Currently Creeping Out

In three days Jason Sudeikis will host the 2011 MTV Movie Awards and he’ll officially have achieved a new level of fame, joining the esteemed ranks of such past hosts as Will Smith, Ben Stiller, and Mike Myers (and for some reason Lisa Kudrow).  And with Horrible Bosses coming out this July, in which Sudeikis shares top billing with Jason Bateman, Charlie Day and Jennifer Aniston (2nd Friends actress in as many sentences!), Sudooks is poised to claim a spot on the A-List.  That’s still a few weeks away, but soon we’ll look back with fondness at moments like this, when Suds was still (barely) small-time enough to believably irritate some of Hollywood’s best, prettiest young actresses.  Although, even now, it’s a big stretch.

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And one more.

And, for good measure, one classic MTV Movie Awards clip.

Via Splitsider

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We Finally Weigh-In On the Anthony Weiner Scandal

Well, sorta.  We’re pretty sure that Anthony Weiner and Marc Weiner are different people, but if Tony is half as creepy and unsettling as Marc, then he’s definitely guilty of a sending a cross-country junk text.


Still hard to believe that Weinerville was a show that aired on Nickelodeon afternoons and not, in fact, an orgy-filled porn.

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