A friend just sent me the link to AnyClip, a site that indexes movie clips for your viewing pleasure. The site just launched at SXSW, so expect a few bumps initially, but really, what an awesome idea. When you find the clip you’re looking for you can view, share on Facebook or your blog, and even mark the film in your Netflix queue or buy it via Amazon or iTunes.
I’ll be sure to let you know when I find my favorite scene from Hitchcock’s Man from the South. Those Zippo lighters aren’t so reliable now are they?
Woman Aims to Become World's Fattest
Donna Simpson, from New Jersey, weighs 273kg but told the Daily Mail newspaper she had her heart set on reaching her goal weight of 1000lb (450kg) in two years. The 42-year-old already holds the title of the world’s fattest mother after giving birth to her daughter in 2007 when she weighed 241kg. ”I’d love to be 1000lb … it might be hard though, running after my daughter keeps my weight down,” Ms Simpson told the Daily Mail.
In order to pay for the enormous amounts of food she is eating — her weekly grocery bill is $815 — Ms Simpson makes money by running a website where men pay to watch her consume fast food.
If you find this fascinating/nauseating check out the British documentary “Fat Girls and Feeders.” It focuses on a subculture of American men with a fetish for feeding their morbidly obese mates. Many of the women run websites where would-be feeders buy them food and pay to watch them eat it.
I saw it in 2004 and swear to god not a week goes by that I don’t think of it. Those images haunt me. (I also like to tease M. about being a feeder. How else do you explain this when I insisted I wasn’t even slightly hungry? Ate nearly every bite, anyway … of course. :)
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The woman is a poet.
This is like Casual Friday for her.
Joan Rivers on Lady Gaga at the Grammys.
because in Che’s pursuit of socialism
and abhorrence of capitalism,
he always dreamed he’d be rainbowed in Swarovksi crystals
on a $650 suede Giuseppe Zanotti clutch.
~
if you buy this,
i will punch you.
Hilarious. This is one fucked-up century. Get the guv’ment out of my Medicare and roll my revolutionaries in rhinestones.
Two people have now emailed this to me so up it goes on ye olde blog … Mad Men Barbie dolls! Joan is not nearly as bodacious as she oughta be, but oh well. Still totally copasetic.
Jane wants to know if my dad would have let me play with these (the only 11 1/2” doll he ever bought me was Michael Jackson from the Bad tour. Yes, totally badass). I told her I wasn’t sure. Whadya say, Daddy-o?
They never put a foot wrong. Pacey done good.
My only other Oscar-related thought*
The set, lighting, graphics, and dance number were fabulous, but the direction was downright insulting.
Montage of scenes from “Precious” — cut to black actor! Any black actor! Even if she’s digging around under her seat!
Montage of scenes from “Up” — cut to old actor! Any gray-haired old actor! Even if he’s poor Christopher Plummer and has zilch to do with “Up,” Pixar, or the whole frickin’ genre! [CORRECTION: see comments below. But the real news here is M. is reading my blog! Get yr shit together, folks, the apocalypse is coming.]
*OK, one more: yay Jeff Bridges! Long deserved.
Hours before Kathryn Bigelow shattered the glass ceiling and wowed us all with her intelligence and smokin’ good looks, we were thrilled to watch Geoffrey Fletcher win the Oscar for best adapted screenplay.
“When have you ever seen a black writer win?” my aunt asked, a huge smile on her face.
Sure enough, he was the first. And so gracious.
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