“The Initiation” episode of The Office last night merged two of our lesser-liked characters, Dwight and Ryan, together in one beet-farm-filled journey. We’ll be honest: We weren’t super psyched about this episode 2/3 of the way in. The farm scenes were OK but not hysterical (though “Now I will plant my seed in you” always gets a laugh no matter in what context). Michael‘s pretzel sugar-high was funny, but somehow a little too forced. In fact, we feel the funniest scene from the episode was actually cut! The deleted scene on NBC.com is a short goodbye moment between Michael and Ryan, and — stop us, please — but we have serious fantasies about these two. That Gay Witch Hunt vibe gives us a tingly feeling. Add Smiley Stanley to that.
No, the episode didn’t really redeem itself until the very end, when we finally — FINALLY — got what we wanted: Jim and Pam on the phone! Talking to each other! We’re not ones to get sappy (though we did wear a wedding gown during the Ross and Rachel nuptuals a few years back), but it was so good to hear their flirty banter again. Welcome back!
Thoughts on the episode? (Stanley cartoon via Give Me My Remote!)
This week our special Shuffling guest is Melissa Maerz, an Associate Editor at SPIN Magazine and all-around musical taste-maker. So let’s see what kind of super-cool industry insider tunes she’s rockin’ on the iPod she’s so kindly shuffled to share with us these first five resulting tracks. As always, leave the results of your own shuffles in the comments!
1. “Le Responsible,” Jacques Dutronc – The best 60s dance song ever made by a French pop star who once had a â€˜90s indie-rock band named after him.
2. “Make Out, Fall Out, Make Up,” Love is All – A great half-sad punk screamer that canâ€™t decide whether it wants to philosophize about eternal return or smear your lipstick.
3. “Two-Headed Boy Part 2,” Neutral Milk Hotel I never really understood why anyone would want a girl who feeds you â€œtomatoes and radio wires,â€ but I trust Jeff Mangumâ€™s read a few ancient scrolls about that topic.
4. “Weâ€™ve Got Tonight,” Bob Seger Such a romantic one-night-stand ballad. Alternate title: â€œHey, this malt liquor wonâ€™t last ’til morning, so why not sit your ass down and screw me?â€
5. “It Was I,” Lindsey Buckingham – You mean it was not he, she, or they? All my favorite soft-rock songs make good use of grammar.
It all makes sense now. He likes men… he says he’s not gay… you do the math.
Who knew? Now it’s your turn. Leave a Caption for this picture (rom Gabsmash via Cityrag) in the Comments now!
At last, a photoshop contest that brings sci-fi geeks and celebrity-obsessed UsWeekly readers together!
Worth1000 asked readers to re-imagine Star Wars characters using different celebrities. No Samuel L. Jackson. No Harrison Ford. And no Ewan McGregor (oddly enough, Mark Hamill is fine since he doesn’t really count as a “celebrity” anymore.) Some of the entries are really amazing, including the Tom Cruise/ Yoda one you see here. Go check them out by clicking here.
Link via Gorillamask.
You might think Jon Stewart and his smarty-pants book-learnin’ Bush-bashin’ troops-not-supportin’ political humor is real funny and all, but I’ll tell you one thing: if Bill O’Reilly were likable enough to be asked to throw out the first pitch in a playoff game, he’d fire that baseball right down the hole like Roger Clemens after a big day at Balco. Thanks to carnivore666 for dropping this.
We find it impossible to believe that when celebrities leave their home wearing a pair of pantyhose pulled over their rack, they forget that once the inevitable flashbulb goes off, lil Ms. Mary Ola will peek her tiny brown head out from behind her sheer cage. So when we caught glimpse of this photo taken of Sharon Stone yesterday in Moscow, looking dignified while still making sure her nip is in full slip mode, we lowered our head, shook it back and forth, waved our fists at the sky, and of course posted it for all the world to see. We would love to know the secret in keeping one’s bosom so buoyant after 48-years of constant exposure.
After the jump, The Official Closest Close-Up of Sharon Stone’s Nipple known to man (we think).
We really don’t give Jessica Simpson enough credit. For a girl whose father is this side of Molesty Culkin, she is unbelieeeevably normal. Daddy Joe Simpson is a frosty-tipped publicity gigolo who, for an ex-pastor, has absolutely no problem taking photos of his daughter in pure ex-coital bliss. Let’s kick off the creeptown train and reminisce to 2004, when Joe waxed hoetic to GQ Magazine about Jess’s rack: “She’s got double-D’s! You can’t cover those suckers up!” In his defense, Jessica tells Jane:
We’re Podunk Southern. And my dad is very open about his ideas and…it’s disgusting that people would actually think…people are making a judgment on something that is false.
Is it disgusting, Jessica? Is it? Because, judging by the above photograph, taken by your father, a bedsheet barely covering up your bathing suit places and an indentation in the neighboring pillow that just screams Premarital Sex, we think your father should take a long hard look at his insanely puppet-like features, run his fingers over that rhinestoned WWJD bracelet he so loves, and reconsider what exactly his motives are. Feel free to talk about your huge rack J, but please, keep it outside of the family.
If Jessica Simpson starts working on her hacky stand-up schtick, she could have a bright future on the red carpet once all the Botox has finished its total annihilation of her face.