In the world of relaxation tapes, there isn’t much beyond running streams, beaches, gentle forests, and a few other bland topics… This week the Something Awful Forum Goons sought to expand the relaxation tape market by coming up with some new ideas sure to soothe your weary soul and put your mind to rest.
These are all pretty great. I think the soothing sounds of Your Parents Having Sex is my favorite… because The Rats In The Walls hits a little too close to home. Check out all of the Something Awful CD’s here.
Last week, San Diego’s minor league baseball team planned a salute to Tom Cruise by giving away Tom Cruise bobblehead dolls. Actually, make that bobble-couches. This week, the bobble-couches have been all over e-Bay.
A lot of the dolls have already been sold, but there are still a few left. So if you want to be the coolest kid on your block with a piece of memorabilia depicting an event from a syndicated TV show that aired over a year ago, go bid now!
You’ll probably You won’t regret it!
Link via Deadspin
One of them is black, the other is white, and together they solve mysteries! It’s Psych, on USA!
Okay, I’m sure the pitch for Psych was a little more complex than that. But not much. After seeing thousands of billboards and ads for the show over the past month, I feel like I have to tune in tonight. I think I owe it to the press department.
What else is on this weekend? Well, tonight you have a brand new episode of Best Week Ever (one of my favorite shows, believe it or not), Saturday night Peaches drops by The Henry Rollins Show, and on Sunday you have all of your favorite HBO shows (Deadwood, Entourage, Lucky Louis, etc.) as well as the start of I Love The 70′s Part II. So what are YOU watching this weekend? Vote now!
Before working here, I’d never seen The View, nor had any inclination to do so. But Barbara Walters and her menopausal minions have won me over with their ability to create daytime drama unfathomable to even the soap writers over at Passions. From Merideth Vieira’s tearful farewell to Rosie O’Donnell taking her place to Babs giving Star Jones her walking papers, and with a whole bunch of minor hilarities packed in between, this talk show for women has emerged as a kind of estrogen-fueled version of WWF Wrestling, only with less tights, more Botox and roughly the same amount of elbow-drops. The latest factor in their equation of insanity is this recent announcement that Shannen Doherty, widely known for her unmatched powers of b*tchiness, will be filling Star’s empty spot for a few episodes, presumably trying out for a permanent spot on the show. The mind reels at all the possibilities for the various conflicts this move could produce, but after the jump I’ve done some free associations and listed the first few scenarios that came to mind.
Take a few minutes from your grueling workday to watch this trailer for the upcoming (and unnecessary) Rocky sequel. Be sure to look closely into the eyes of Rocky Balboa as he pontificates the inherent dangers of facing a challenge that makes Ivan Drago look like Glass Joe – the fact that he just turned 60 years old and still trying to be a boxer even though everyone sort of lost interest in him when the Cold War ended. As it so often does, art seems to be imitating life in that Sylvester Stallone, like the character he made famous, is struggling with his own fading star, desperately fighting to stay on his feet in these late rounds of his acting career. Can the legendary fighter – and the actor who created him – overcome the odds and pull out an inspiring victory, or is somebody ’bout to get knocked the f*ck out? No matter what happens, we’ll always have a veggie tray with his name on it.
It’s Best Night Ever for Thursday, July 6th! Alan is here to walk you through the best of Thursday night tv, including Master of Champions, Big Brother 7, and The Dudesons!
The England estate of metal god Ozzy Osbourne was engulfed in hellish flames after an
electric demonic lamp shorted out, causing a small-but-evil fire that fortunately – or unfortunately, depending on how much you’re into Sabbath – was extinguished quickly, and did not result in a Satanic offering of scorched Osbourne flesh. Nobody was hurt (no, not even the kids), and the fire only caused minor smoke damage, but the whole thing was still pretty f*cking metal. After the initial shock (or flashback) wore off, Ozzy mumbled something about his excitement to return home and resume his regular existence as a tragic-but-amusing weirdo drug-casualty.