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Between that and the video last night, Joe Mande totally made up for not being at Mr. Coconuts. So great! More Joe Mande on Conan!
On a semi-related note, is it normal, for someone who recently was standing on a stage next to Gabe, to still feel faint and flustered and sweaty more than 12 hours later? Asking for a friend, of course. And, for that same friend: Do you think Gabe thinks about me anymore?
Well, Hugh went and proved the exception to the rule I was about to point out. I actually had originally come here to say that I normally avoid every comment section on every other blog because they’re all just full of people using their anonymity to just say whatever awful things they can think of (inspired by a recent post on Gawker about Elizabeth Edwards supposedly recording a video before she died to be played and used against John Edwards during his trial, after which some commenter decided to call Elizabeth Edwards a “cunt” for doing this, which, no joke, actually made me feel sick in my stomach). But I do read the Videogum comments and try to participate when I’m not 500 comments late to the party, because I’m consistently impressed with the way people here have anonymity, but still act like decent adults who can make arguments while simultaneously agreeing to see other people’s unique perspectives.
In conclusion, EVERYONE should be jealous of Videogum’s community, not just bigoted Chris Brown fanboys with weight issues.
I would just like to say that I love this new feature, because I am one of those obnoxious West Coast people, so when the entire Internet is getting off of work at 5 PM in New York, I am stranded with three more hours of mind-numbing boredom. This list helps keep me entertained back here in the Matrix for those last few hours, while you are all out in the real world, trying to stop the robot drills from coming down into Zion (this metaphor totally worked).
I’ve gotten a little more on board with her after cooking, like, 15 of her recipes, actually. She actually seems really genuine. Just very, very, very unselfaware, a word that needed to be invented to describe her.
But THEN I hear this quote of hers today, and I realize I will never love her:
“I literally do not have time to bathe let alone start a magazine.”
HAHAHAHAHA. LOLing forever.
Shameless self-promotion: http://dannyandgwyneth.wordpress.com
I eagerly await the rapture on Saturday, so all this Gwyneth nonsense can just STOP.
Come on, y’all, everyone was fantastic this week (as always), but Polythene Pam pointing out the true title of Gwyneth’s cookbook was simply the best.
Happy Birthday, Videogum! This has inspired me to come back and start commenting again! (Some of you may remember me from my TWO PRIOR COMMENTS.) I stopped because everyone can see my computer at work and I didn’t want to risk getting caught reading/commenting about how much I hate Gwyneth Paltrow, but then I realized something important: I hate my job, so who cares! YAY!
For the second time, I recommend My Best Friend’s Girl, because it’s full of the most despicable characters in movie history. And, like kittwin said, there DEFINITELY should be a rule against Dane Cook movies, because it’s almost not fair.
Also, spoiler alert, the song “My Best Friend’s Girl” plays 30 times throughout the movie.
I have to admit, I’ve always skipped this feature because I always think, “Fan fiction is fake and gay.” But now that I’ve read this, it’s time for me to realize that it is I who have been fake and gay this whole time. And for that, I apologize.
Might I submit the following replacement feature: “Hey, What’s Up With Birdie?”
Eastern Promises, totally. Because if this blog is lacking one thing, it’s awkward penis scenes.
Weekend at Blankenship’s.
What is WRONG with you? Every line in The Roommate trailer was perfect.
“You guys want to go to the club?”
“How are we going to get in?”
“Uh, we’re hot?”
“What are you going to get?”
“That’s what I was thinking!”
Also the movie’s version of Facebook was called “Frienderz.” For that alone, I will see this movie.
It’s really kind of tempting to see if one horrible comment on this would get me into the Monster’s Ball in the eleventh hour of voting.
But I don’t want to hate myself, so I’m half-assing it:
Fake and gay.
I think we all had one foot out the door to buy this stuff before concert_addict saved our asses.
Wait, why doesn’t the cat eat the litter? I mean, you’re essentially just giving it a free box of delicious (apparently) corn. I have legitimate concerns about the validity of this product that no amount of piss-smelling will solve.
I’m embarrassed to be a part of it now, I have to admit.
I’m so glad Michael Voltaggio won again!
My Best Friend’s Girl, if only because it should result in a much-needed new Official Rule: No Dane Cook movies.
Also that movie only has one song on its soundtrack. Guess what it is.
Also that was my first Videogum comment and this is my second. I hope I win Best New Artist Commenter!!!!
Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I actually came here to find out what the Pop Tart announcement was (I turned off this shit once Linkin Park showed up, which means I somehow sat through Bieber). And now I’m just left with more questions, because WHAT IS A POP TART WORLD AND HOW DO I GET THERE????