We’ve put this off far long. Perhaps we’ve allowed our hyper-partisanship to cloud our vision.
But now it must be admitted.
Let’s have Michelle speak it for us; asked if her husband was a sex symbol, she resoundingly affirmed responded -meh.
It’s okay, yeah.
Well, put aside your h8ty hate and judge for yourself?
Roamy sent me an IM to my Prodigy account late last night asking if I could thow the HHD together as she was still under observation after a slight mishap involving a hammock, a sex toy, seven bomb pops, a feather boa, and the Blu-Ray of Magic Mike, but I promised that I wouldn’t get into specifics.
For the ladies, let the yummy begin… you’re welcome.
For the dudes, the links lead to the trailers… you’re welcome.
The Lone Ranger, Arnie Hammer is The Lone Ranger:
I understand that Monty Python is not everyone’s cup of tea, but I would be willing to bet that everyone has seen these two movies. Classic comedies that, in my opinion, are rather different in style. Holy Grail is like an series of absurd skits all tied together with a theme (King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table), whereas Life of Brian strikes me as more story-driven.
Anyway, when people think of Holy Grail, they think of the Knights who say Ni! (stupid) or the knight’s porters banging coconuts together as a replacement for actual horses (hilarious). Or the sword fight with the Black Knight. Or the French guard taunting the knights (knnnniggets!) It took me a few screenings before I got that joke.
Here’s a couple of my favorite scenes from Holy Grail:
Guten tag, wilkommen!
I’ve been spending a ton of time working on my Spanish lately over at DuoLingo, and I must say, I really miss German. My Spanish is still appalling, but it’s slowly getting better. I was going to title the poat en Espanol, but it translates to something like muscular lunes de motivación, which lacks all of the usual MMM alliterative charm. Oh well, I’m going to keep working at that and eventually get back to chemistry. I’ve exhausted all of what Khan Academy has on chemistry at the moment, so I’m down to just books and static web pages at this point.
Book-wise, I’m about 2/3rds of the way through a bit of pop science journalism on DIY biology called BioPunk, after which I’m planning to move on to Nassim Taleb’s newest book Antifragile, which I’m really looking forward to. Why do I do this? I honestly don’t know. I can barely stand to read or watch fiction anymore, and the real world is presently in a state where watching too closely is stressful and naught else. Learning useful things, lifting, and cooking are about all I even remotely enjoy these days as pastimes. Most of my non-fake innernet friends are leftarded anymore, and the one that isn’t is a frequently-obnoxious misanthrope, so I’ve pretty much got my wife and you guys.
Okay, enough introspection. Picture time. How ’bout we start with a nice snatch?