You know what they say about fetishes: The more you try to suppress them, the more they'll consume you and take over. Mr. Harrelson Toyota has something other than cars on his mind — an obsession of sorts — butt I can't quite put my finger on it . . .
Little Elvis here is happy just where he is, all curled up with his fave blankie. But when his doting owner marches into the room to announce that it's time to get up and go to bed, this hound dog's mood takes a turn for the nasty. Oh. No. She. Di'int . . .
Have you ever worn a hat for too long, only to get "hat head" after you take it off? Why not just wear a hat made of hair? (I find the model with the dog hair hat particularly fetching.) This art project will probably remain in the insular and weird world of the artist who conceived it, shown only in special exhibitions, etc., but I will draw inspiration from it nevertheless and try to sculpt my own hair into a cat head. (Secret: it helps when you haven't washed your hair in a couple days.)
We've followed the infamous camel toe throughout the ages and last December, Marc Jacobs took the toe to the next level at his Arabian Nights Christmas Party. Jacobs had the right message, but his delivery was all wrong. Since when does a mascot rally against the cause it stands for?
(The photo's old, but I couldn't resist. Who doesn't love a good camel toe joke every now and then?)
We know that Elmo isn't the angel he pretends to be. He can be something of a psychopath, which makes perfect sense after you look at him in this audition for the Martin Scorcese mob movie Casino. His part? Conniving wackadoodle Joe "Am I a clown? Am I here to make you laugh?!" Pesci's character of course.
It seems that Japanese television has been pretty awesome for a long, long time. Take the "tokusatsu" or special effects television show Ultraman (1966 -1967), which was created by one of the dudes who was the creator of Godzilla in 1954. Although it looks like Godzilla here, I hear from an aficionado that Ultraman and Godzilla would never fight each other. Me? I just like Ultraman's rad threads and the sound that the Godzilla-like creature makes. (If you wanna check out Bloc Party's visual paean to the Ultraman series, click here.)
We've all been there: Killing time in the Apple store. Fidgeting with the iPhone on display. Marveling at the assortment of iPod colors. Cruising the net on the MacBook. Scoping out all the hotties hitting up the genius bar for software upgrades. Or, if you're "that guy," using iSight to play King Kong licky-licky with another customer in the store — without that customer having a clue. Good work.
Dudes claim that girls gossip too much, but what about this new phenomenon of boys posting vids of their girlies on the net to share with all their virtual buddies? Finally, we see a dude get what he deserves for exploiting his girlfriend behind her back. Her vid got 800 views and he got a smack down for it. But someone obvs didn't learn his lesson, cuz here's the sequel to the vid in question. Uh-oh. (If nasty language or douchebaggery offend your sensibilities, pass this vid up.)
Just when I thought I'd already looked into the darkest part of the heart of darkness that is male sexuality (okay, to be fair, not all male sexuality), along comes a product like the Area 51 Love Doll that makes me realize I need to keep going further in. (Area 51 refers to a secretive military airfield in Nevada that develops and tests experimental aircraft and weapons systems, giving rise to UFO conspiracy theorists.) I guess we ladies should be happy that the dudes who would be into an alien love doll are removed from the pool of not-so-eligible bachelors?
This 67-year-old Chicago man is planning for the future — with the end in mind. He's survived five whopping heart attacks and has come to terms with passing away someday, but not before getting his custom made Pabst Blue Ribbon beer can inspired casket completed in time for his departure. If the dude's life "revolves" around his fave beer, then why can't his afterlife? The obsession may sound absurd and sick, but where there's a beer — there's a way. See the "end" result below.
An anti-energy drink, eh? (As The Village Voice put it, "Isn't that already covered by a little thing called wine?") After reading more about this grape-flavored, carbonated beverage spiked with valerian and melatonin (known sleep aids) and then hearing that, according to the press release "...this calming drink was inspired by today's popular hip hop artists who embrace the much sought-after hip hop lifestyle that encourages people to capture a stress-free state of mind," I finally understand the tagline, "Slow your roll." They must mean eye-roll, cuz mine are rolling a mile a minute.
I'm in love with Anderson Cooper. (Is that so wrong? I'm in good company with Kathy Griffin.) Coop pressed political strategist Donna Brazile to reveal details about Barack Obama's private phone conversation with her. "Anderson," she teased, wagging a finger, "you're not my boo." He giggled and then whined, "But I wanna be your boo," unaware (?!) that it's slang for boyfriend/girlfriend. Everyone in the studio cracked up, and it was ridiculously cute. Swoon.
