Close but no guitar
Very Mary-Kate: Crush from Mary-Kate Olsen on Vimeo.
It’s a moo point
This poster is kind of cool but I’m not sure I’d actually want to hang it in my house. Even though I’m decorating entirely in posters, so far.
I was furious to discover yesterday that the “workshop” in my building — which I was lead to believe during the condo-shopping process was stocked with tools or equipment of some sort — is actually just an empty room with a couple of tables against two walls. That’s it. Pretty much useless and actually kind of creepy since there are no windows and the space is poorly lit. I expected Leatherface to come up behind me any minute.
So I couldn’t cut my Ikea shelf, which I bought knowing it was about 8 inches too long for the spot in which I need it (the “alcove” near the front door) — there were no shelves of the right length. I’ll have to wait for my brother to take it to his father-in-law’s and god knows when that will be. Or maybe one of my uncles has a power saw in their garage. Once the shelf is up, I just need to find a welcome mat or small rug to cover up the disgusting linoleum floor and the alcove will be finished.
It’s Hoarders night tonight, so I’m sure I’ll be in hyper-organizing mood all evening. Which is good, because I’ve been sleeping on the couch all week so that I won’t have to move all the stuff off the bed — stuff for which I’m in the middle of finding homes. But there is no longer any part of my apartment that resembles the homes on Hoarders. Again, good, because my mom told me that if I ever get as bad as those people, she’ll shoot me in the head.
A peek inside my parents’ basement
Yet another commercial in which the product actually being sold has nothing whatsoever to do with the content of the spot. BUT, who cares, because it’s awesome.
Spoiler alert
100 movie spoilers in under four minutes, in one take.
If you get an ad at the bottom of the embed, turn it off immediately or you won’t get the full effect (the movie titles are at the bottom of the screen).
Cookies in the shape of shopping
You’re not a real man unless you drink Real Man Beer. And you’re not a real woman if you can read this.
Overkill marathon
My friend K (my work friend K, not my former roomie K) and I watched the first four Saw films in one sitting today, and it went by surprisingly quickly. Time only started to drag a little bit during IV — which is the least interesting anyway. The other thing that surprised me was how little I remembered of the major plot points. I barely remembered anything at all from IV, and that was the one I’d seen most recently. Again, probably due to the low interest factor. I think they should have left it at III.
The marathon was designed to bring us up to speed in anticipation of seeing the fifth installment next week, but I feel like I’m less enthused about it now. Saw may have more story and more brains than most horror franchises, but it’s no less repetitive. Trap after trap, test after test — seen one, seen ‘em all. We get it already.
The highlight of the marathon was when we chowed down on A&W takeout during one of the gorier scenes in III and I turned to K and said, “You know, those people at work who thought we were sick for watching these all at once are going to be extra grossed out when we tell them we ate during them.”
It must be bunnies!
Your favourite movies, reenacted by bunnies. In thirty seconds.
Lots are just straight-forward recaps, no jokes, but a few have little moments of humour. In case, you know, the bunny factor isn’t enough for you.
The doll’s not right
And you thought Tickle Me Elmo was messed up.
At least he didn’t cause small children to turn into the zombies from “Thriller.” Look at those little girls! They totally want to eat your brain.
