It’s Best Night Ever for Tuesday, October 31st! Michael is here to walk you through the best of Tuesday night tv, including Veronica Mars, Law&Order, House, and Dancing with the Stars!
Michael blogs at perpetuallynauseous.blogspot.com
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I used to think Topher Grace was pretty cool, perhaps the only member of the cast of That 70′s Show who might somehow be able to escape the on-set vortex of suck that resulted in the modern manifestations of Ashton Kutcher and Wilmer Valerrama (who’s already a card-carrying member of The Daily D elite). After all, Topher was pretty good in his small parts in Traffic and Ocean’s 11, and not altogether annoying as the star of In Good Company. He seemed affable, charming – maybe even a little witty. But then I read something like this, discovering that my boy T is actually dating purebred fame-whore Ivanka Trump, seen out “canoodling” together at some idiot-magnet nightclub called “Pure” for her 25th birthday while, perhaps worst of all, voluntarily hanging out with the aforementioned Wilmer Douche-o-rama, probably while f*cking K-Fed gave a live solo acoustic performance just for the three of them. I therefore have no alternative but to rule in favor of the D, and award Topher Grace the dishonor of being today’s Daily Douche.
In front of me I have a brand new, recently purchased, bright and shiny copy of Kevin Federline’s debut rap album Playing With Fire. The disc is 49:32 long, contains 13 listed tracks plus a bonus track titled “Middle Finger”, and it was all mine for the low low price of $13.99 at the local Virgin Megastore. Those are all facts and they cannot be argued.
This morning when I woke up I decided I was going to do something daring. I decided I was going to listen to Playing With Fire from beginning to end, no breaks, and keep a running diary throughout the entire thing. Co-workers called this decision “brave”, “terrifying”, and “absoutely f**king retarded.” I agree with them all. But I’m going to do it because somebody has to. And I’m going to do it with an open mind, too, because honestly; it can’t be that bad, can it? Can it? There’s only one way to find out. Wish me luck.
4:00:12 - “Grandpa, grandpa, can you tell me a story about what it was like when you were young?” That’s how it all begins, hinting that this album (or at least this song) actually comes FROM THE FUTURE! Deep! I’m crossing my fingers that music from the future doesn’t completely suck.
4:02:30 - So far in the first 2:30 I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned that Kevin doesn’t give a f**k what we all think, the media tends to enjoy f**king with him and he has a f**king black gat in his backpack. Or a black cat. Either way, he’s dangerous. I think.
Caption This! brought to you by Stranger Than Fiction, in theaters November 10th.
This is pretty much the greatest pumpkin we’ve ever seen. Well other than The Great Pumpkin, of course. Leave your thoughts and captions in the comments. (via CC Insider)
We know we’re bordering on oversaturation here, but we wouldn’t feel right knowing you’re going about Diabetes Day having not seen Borat‘s appearance on The Late Show with David Letterman last night. Here’s a highlights reel, including a h.i.l.a.r.i.o.u.s. clip from the movie coming out THIS FRIDAY!
Stuck at work without a costume? Need something quick and easy for that Halloween party tonight? Here are a couple of last minute ideas that can easily incorporate your business attire, dressing up as versions of your favorite CNN anchors.
- Comb baby powder through your hair, staple discount vouchers from the Sunday paper all over yourself, perfect your steely gaze, and go as Anderson Coupon.
- Steal some tin foil from the communal kitchen, fashion them into antlers, comb that beard, and magically transform into Wolf Blitzen.
- Unscrew a toilet seat from a stall, put it around your head, and poof! Loo Dobbs.
- What’s black and white and business-suited all over? Jeanne Moos.
- Fro that hair up, adopt an unplaceable accent, tighten up that hobo’s bindle, paint on a frown, and impress your friends when you reveal that you’re Christiane Aman-Poor. (We feel your booing and we’re hurt.)
Any other ideas?