I'm Not Saying It Was Aliens, But ...

Did anyone else just hear what sounded like a low-flying airplane with a rumble that lasted so long it could only have come from a very, very, very large airplane, or perhaps something one could even call a spaceship? Because, boy, I just did. At 3:15am. Anyone else? (And no, I wasn't at a holiday party tonight, thus I am not hepped up on free booze, so I wasn't hallucinating. I don't think). Anyway. Anyone? Anyone?

Pickle Puberty

Noah was so inspired by the terrifying nature of "Pickle Surpise" and the horrible, horrifying baby belter Anthony G (watch his wannabe Liza performance on the Today Show at Gawker!) that he just had to create the most hypnotic, trance-inducing morph of all time.



YOU CAN'T STOP WATCHING! YOU JUST CAN'T!

(eeeks! just wait til that kid starts turning tricks, then everything will be all right).

(Where's the pickle NOW, eh?)

(I thought this thing was so damn genius I had to post it on the internets for all of Eternia. Noah is a genius! Noah is a genius!)

Where's the Pickle?

I have thrown my back out and my head is hurty mcburty and I'm so sad that I anticipate Baby TyTy to win ANTM tonight, because there's no way Droopy Eye or the Tooth Monster could possibly win it, but this video is making my life a little bit better. Love and kisses to Evil Robot for the heads up.

The Killing Nail

... to all I Love New York viewers, I would just like to say during that this week's episode, where she got all crazy over Buddha coming and going from her hotel room, she was oh-so-clearly going through the irrationality that can only come about when one has PMS and one is taking the birth control pillsies. Soul Sister, Tiffany! I salute you for putting the Yasmin-crazies on the television! (Can I get a what-what from the ladies who get all crazy from the birth control pill! WHAT WHAT.)

Incidentally, I am going to start a band called "The Killing Nail."

Who's in?

(screengrab ganked from Rich's celebreality recap at the VH1 blog. Loves it!)

Postscript:
I texted Rich that I wanted to start a band called "The Killing Nail" and he promptly replied "Sister Patterson and The Killing Nail." To which I say: it now appears here on the internets, 11:29 pm on Tuesday, December 11th, 2007, thus it is copywritten and claimed so, srsly, don't go stealing it. Because it is so good it makes me squeal. Squeeee!

When You Say "Tilda Swinton," I Say "The Woman With the Vanilla Dress from DON'T EAT THE PICTURES."

So Josh says "blah blah Tilda Swinton" and I said, "To me, Tilda Swinton is the lady in the painting from when Sesame Street Goes to the Museum."

A little research, and it turns out "Sesame Street Goes to the Museum" is actually called "Don't Eat the Pictures." So then I just had to watch "Don't Eat the Pictures" on Youtube.


And then I just had to take a screengrab of the painting:

... and then I made close-up of the screengrab and sent it to my boyfriend, my friend Matt, and my mother, all of whom said it was a Modigliani. So i looked up Modigliani paintings, and found this:

So then, armed with an actual copy of the lady in the vanilla dress (apparently a lady named Jeanne Hebutern,) I made this happen:



And so. Now you see. You say "Tilda Swinton," I say "Lady in the vanilla dress."

And thank you for reading this exciting account of how my brain works and why.

I Has a Hat

... from last night's post-holiday party extravaganza.