Linkage.
Hello, little people. During this fine holiday season, unto you we shall bestow tiny glimpses of our unimaginable beauty. Alas, we cannot appear frequently in the same room together lest our joint radiance cause your eyeballs to explode in over-ecstatic delight. But be it known, we are thinking of you, always. Especially those of you who park our cars and bleach our teeth and provide day care for our little imported babies. Peace to all. Sorry about "Mr. and Mrs. Smith." Jen, please quit calling and hanging up. We know it's you.
-- Brad 'n' Angie, Maddox 'n' Zahara
From Holiday Cards from Famous People.
Also, The Straight Dude's Guide to 'Brokeback Mountain'. Featuring such insightful advice as this:
"Accept the fact that this is all your fault in the first place. You were the one who was all excited to take your ladyfriend to "Jarhead" anyway and when you got there and saw that it consisted of lot of AJ (how this article will refer to Adorable Jake from here on) running around all sweaty, muscular and shirtless in the desert, doing a sexy dance wearing nothing but a Santa Claus cap over his "area" and then simulating a big gay orgy with his fellow grunts, you were like, "When does the killing start in this movie?" while your woman thought, "Oh yes, more Santa Dancing please." You brought it on yourself.
I have commentary coming down the pike about the book I'm currently reading: Finding Serenity: Anti-Heroes, Lost Shepherds, and Space Hookers in Joss Whedon's 'Firefly'. Some of the critical essays are outstanding, most are adequately fannish, a few are kind of useless, and one in particular made me roll my eyeballs audibly. I have a few more essays to go, but mostly, I wanted to remind myself that I had things to say about this. So there, note to self.
In other words, BPAL released five oils today, and not a one appealed to me. Duck and cover, y'all. I think that's one of the signs of the apocalypse.
-- Brad 'n' Angie, Maddox 'n' Zahara
From Holiday Cards from Famous People.
Also, The Straight Dude's Guide to 'Brokeback Mountain'. Featuring such insightful advice as this:
"Accept the fact that this is all your fault in the first place. You were the one who was all excited to take your ladyfriend to "Jarhead" anyway and when you got there and saw that it consisted of lot of AJ (how this article will refer to Adorable Jake from here on) running around all sweaty, muscular and shirtless in the desert, doing a sexy dance wearing nothing but a Santa Claus cap over his "area" and then simulating a big gay orgy with his fellow grunts, you were like, "When does the killing start in this movie?" while your woman thought, "Oh yes, more Santa Dancing please." You brought it on yourself.
I have commentary coming down the pike about the book I'm currently reading: Finding Serenity: Anti-Heroes, Lost Shepherds, and Space Hookers in Joss Whedon's 'Firefly'. Some of the critical essays are outstanding, most are adequately fannish, a few are kind of useless, and one in particular made me roll my eyeballs audibly. I have a few more essays to go, but mostly, I wanted to remind myself that I had things to say about this. So there, note to self.
In other words, BPAL released five oils today, and not a one appealed to me. Duck and cover, y'all. I think that's one of the signs of the apocalypse.