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Clicking through all the way to the Daily Mail story, I still can’t find any explanation of how the hell they got out of that mess. That’s what I really want to know. I guess it was the instructor holding on to her and keeping her inside those awkward loops around her knees and shoulders? Maybe there’s some point of attachment you can’t really see?
or…
Kelley: “Actually it wasn’t a joke. Gabe threatened to fire me all the time. He would suppress the guilt by working it into our comedy routine like it was funny. But that just made it worse. I cried myself to sleep every night.”
Not very likely to happen, unless one wants to commit blog-assistant career suicide. Gabe gets away with murder.
Heh, you could say that about anybody you part ways with, and as long as they don’t care to dispute it you are home free.
Chevy Chase: “We were SO not bros. I really fuckin’ hate that guy.”
Pho is apparently a breakfast food in Vietnam. And since you can eat pancakes for dinner, you can definitely eat pho for dinner. Because all breakfasts are dinners. Except cereal.
The depends entirely on what “different Community” is like, dunnit.
I’d be curious as to what the consensus was on Gilmore Girls after its highly idiosyncratic creator was cut out of the show. I didn’t really like the show much but I seem to remember you could tell the difference between “thing created by obsessive weirdo” and “thing produced by team of competent professionals.”
I suspect Harmon could make the move from TV to film a la Apatow and eventually be very happy.
When our dog was a puppy someone gave us the best advice ever. Get your dog outside, and when they go, give them a treat and say “good potty.” Then later you’ll be able to ask them to potty and they’ll know what you want.
(It’s basic dog training 101, but at the time we knew absolutely nothing and it was revolutionary. Also, my dog has progressed into the “I hear ya, but I really want to do this other thing instead” phase of life. Fucking terriers, man.)
Now I’m really late to the game, and perhaps this has been discussed before, but does anybody know where one can get the real Fox 5 incident that the Herb Welch character is based on? It used to be on youtube, and it was great.
(Ooh, found it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOc4XgBespw
But you guys knew that, right?)
Oh and I should probably add that I am personally sorry that someone stole your underpants, and that you probably didn’t deserve for such a thing to happen.
What you didn’t realize is that he didn’t want to keep your clothes – he just threw them in the garbage. He did it because (a) he was mad at you / doesn’t like you or (b) thought it would be a funny prank. It was also much easier to pull off than breaking in to seaworld because he lives there and pretty much knew whether anybody would see him do it.
See, not that hard to wrap your head around. You’re welcome!
C’mon 30 Rock. Everybody knows the rule is “show, don’t tell.”
I’m going to get one RIGHT NOW!
It’s not on my diet but I’m treating myself! You know I deserve it, topknot! This is how we all talk!
No no no, this was a game show, it was on TV. You are thinking of that movie, what was it called. Taxi Cab.
But actually, I just thought up a neat idea for a game show / reality show hybrid on the Discovery Channel. Each week people play a cheaply-executed mock-up of an existing game show format for modest prizes. But the real draw is color commentary from a panel consisting of a psychologist, mathematician, and a Charlie Rose-caliber guest, like Martin Amis or some shit. They stop the action and discuss the probabilities and psychological tendencies inherent in the task at hand. Then, the contestant basically “wins” if the panel thinks he or she is smart and “loses” if they are gently mocked for blowing it.
This would totally work in a mythbusters sort of way, and I just invented it right here on Nerdgum.
A game where the winner is the first person to figure out that he or she can turn it into THAT kind of party. The name of the show is “Mashed Potatoes.”
So, scientific question – does it make it sexier to imagine that his mom heated up the pizza and delivered it to his room, or no?
I really like arcade games and I thought it would be fun to have my own arcade. So I took a lot of boxes and tape and stuff and made my own games. But then one day all these weirdos showed up. They all wanted to play the games and they kept giving me money and stuff, and they made a movie about it, and, you know, it kind of wasn’t fun any more. I would worry about whether they liked the games. One kid was making fun of them and his dad was like “shut up, shut up!” I felt like I had to make them happy all the time and it made me sad.
Heh, I stopped reading Gothamist after they ran this piece of crap:
“NYC Native In Tokyo: U.S. Media Is Fearmongering”
http://gothamist.com/2011/03/15/nyc_native_in_tokyo_says_us_media_i.php
Some douchebag who happened to be in Tokyo rants about how Fukushima is no big deal and that the American media is exaggerating the situation. Turns out he was kinda spectacularly wrong.
I know this term is used and abused to the point that it has lost all meaning, but ugh, hipster journalism is the worst.
Heh, I remember watching his Academy Award acceptance — because I didn’t know the line was from the movie I thought he was just an egomaniac. Good times.
Oh, OK, this is some else’s explanation on Gawker:
“I think he was saying if he were on a plane where someone was freaking out that no one would do anything because with his luck he’d be on a plane full of queens headed to the pride parade or to a floral convention.
Essentially, it’s a really stupid and offensive joke that insinuates all gays are nelly queens who wouldn’t even begin to know how to stop someone crazy on a plane.”
Thanks MochaHomo! You are smart! And tasty!
So, it it supposed to be Carson Daly having the psychotic break in the joke, revealing his closeted gayness, or it is somebody else busting out teh gay on an unsuspecting plane that happens to include Carson Daly?
“Maybe so, but white people wearing hoodies isn’t really threatening, it’s when bla….oh, wow, I totally get what’s wrong with what I’m saying now.”
- Fake Geraldo
I was there for the last time Hollywood did this and all I got out of it was a catchy Eurythmics song. (Lyrics were something like “Doot doot doooh, sexcrime, yeah!”)
BOOO YOUNG PEOPLE! GET OFF MY LAWN ETC!
Mad props on that Clash pun, Kelly.
OK, I think I get it. When the parachute jerks them upward she is still holding on to the top part, and the instructor has done a good job at getting her to hook her knees around the bottom. She’s not just flailing around.