Have any of you actually seen an Alpaca? Personally, until last night, I hadn't. I pretty much only knew that their haircuts contributed to really warm gloves and hats that are usually quite pretty, in a Peruvian hippie kind of way. But now-- holy crap! They are so cute! I want an Alpaca of my own, and I will keep it in my backyard, shave it to make yarn, and then take up knitting as a hobby. Also, I will ride it to class.
These things honestly look Photoshopped, but they aren't! Gahh.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Dear Padma Lakshmi,
I have always thought of you as cultured, poised and gorgeous. The hostess of the only reality TV show that will not blacklist you from any legitimate future job. You are a smart model. You were married to Salman Rushdie for Chrissake! Why, WHY did you do this?
I know you'll cringe every time this commercial airs, so I do not want to rub it in your face (too much) what a trashy and Paris Hilton-esque move this gig was, but ew. Everyone knows you don't eat shit like this. In fact, no one in your realm of existence eats shit like this. Have you ever even seen more than like 4 Hardees'(es?) in your life? And the grand finale of licking the barbeque sauce off your own leg, while sitting on a stranger's filthy front stoop in an anonymous urban area? Vomtown.
Blackout Factory Writer
Posted by blackout factory at 12:00 AM
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tonight I heard that Heidi and Spencer of MTV's 'The Hills' were going to break up, so I intentionally watched it. I've seen this show a few times, and am fairly familiar with the lameness of the characters and their individual flaws and vices. I never, in my entire life, thought I would say this... but there was a moment in tonight's episode, where I think I almost felt bad for Spencer Pratt. Read on...
So basically, the episode begins with a recap of the previous story line: Spencer is flirting with yet another one of these raven-haired bartending beauties, Heidi (da GF) finds out via text to Stephanie (da Pratt sis) that Spencey is mackin'. Heidi gets super mad about all this, and then she goes to Colorado for a vaca. During this trip a really awkward dinner ensues where Heidi's mom acts like a total freak and basically sets up an arranged marriage between Heidi and her 7th grade boyfriend... neither of whom seem remotely interested in each other and are trying as hard as they can to distract themselves from the crazed matchmaker gleam in Mama Montag's eye.
Anyway, back to the present! Heidi comes back from CO and finds out that Spencer has seen the lady bartender again, so she and Steph go out to dinner and then realize they want to go spy on Spencer. This is where things get interesting: They somehow know exactly where Spencer is going to be simply through a seemingly simple deduction, even though there are like a bajillion clubs/bars in the Hollywood vicinity and Heidi never goes out because she is an imprisoned sex slave to her douchey boyfriend.
So in true Hills form, Heids & Steph locate Spence in under ten minutes, at the club that Spencer's "bad influence" friend, Charlie, refers to as "the low-key, cutty H-wood spot" (ARE YOU KIDDING ME?). Who is this guy?! He came out of nowhere with the most awful mustache I've ever seen, he's always sweating through some hideous expensive shirt, and it's usually because he's blitzed out of his mind off Tequila. Even on the way to the club he was completely shitty (in the damn car!), using his stupid Bay-Area lingo. He sounds like something out of a bad cop comedy show. Get out of here, you!
Of course, when the gals arrive, Spencer and Charlie are lounging with the slutty bartender and her cluelessly whorish and doe-eyed friends, all together in a big giggly circle of boobs and booze. Heidi, upon spotting them, stomps over and immediately starts ripping Spencer a new asshole, which is physically impossible because Spencer's entire being is one gigantic anal cavity. Spencer just stares back at her, dumbfounded and beardy. I half expected/really wanted him to start stroking that creepy, blond, molester beard as Heidi screamed at him like a crazed housewife. Now bad-guy-Charlie is reeeeeal sloppy drunk and obviously sweating through his Prada shirt at this point, and stands up to defend his bro. Only problem: he's so hammered it comes out as more of a slurred nonsensical stream of stuttering, and he is actually 'shushed' and gently nudged away by SPENCER PRATT! What?!
So at this fleeting moment-- and I'm positive Heidi's giant, plastic-surgeried head is going to fly off in a fiery rage as she spits venom-- there is a glint, a sparkle of potential sorrow and hurt in Spencer's eyes as the woman he loves-- sorry... I meant, 'keeps on a choke chain', confesses her displeasure and anger at his deviant behavior.
...But then the pity fog cleared quickly, and I remembered that he's a complete dickhead ALL the time, everyone he's ever met hates him (including Dave Letterman), this show is completely scripted and ridiculous, and why am I still watching this crap?
Nice, Family Guy.
Posted by blackout factory at 10:19 PM