r.i.p.

what is going on this week with amazing directors passing away?

:(

if you've never seen this, you MUST. must must must.

my sick clown name is Funzo Booger Dangles.

what's yours?

or, if you are a guy that hates clowns, this may be more to your liking.

r.i.p. ingmar bergman.

you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

wow, these guys must really rock.

hmmm, what's going on here?

get your kicks...

best tear-jerkers ever, part 1. i personally have cried at # 49, #44, i love #42 but i never cried, #39, #36 (and yes, i am ashamed of myself), #34, #29, #28, and #27. i'm sure when the top 25 comes out i will have cried at most, if not all, of them.

there are a few movies that make me cry every single time i see them, no matter how many times. "it's a wonderful life" (if this movie does not make you cry, then you have no soul), "harold and maude," "breakfast at tiffany's," "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind," and "the royal tenenbaums." i'm crying at "tenenbaums" within the first 5 minutes, every time. when young richie lets mordecai go and "hey jude" is playing...oh man. i could cry right now.

r.i.p.

i love this photo.

guerrilla drive-in!!! YES!!!

shorpy.

advertising mascots.

r.i.p., kurt vonnegut.

1975 hair & make-up. woo!

the tarantino archives got hacked or the site crashed or something. i feel bad. it was a really great site, The Man Himself even granted an interview to the guy who runs it, and admitted that he checked the site often to check out "the temperature" of what his fans where thinking about things. definitely a great QT site.

i make smiley faces with my ketchup on scrambled egg sandwiches.

14 things ny mag learned at an advanced screening of "the sorpanos."

photo gallery of nyc in the 70's. (notice the "mondo art" section!)

this will make a perfect musical! i would totally go see this.

just probation? seriously?

should you stalk shatner? (the answer is "yes.")

ketchup art.

wow, this person's life sucks. at least he's trying to take action!

r.i.p., larry "bud" melman. i can't believe he was only in his 80's...i thought he was in his 80's back in the 1980's!

r.i.p. mr. humphries.

R.I.P.

i loved her when i was little.

R.I.P. sneaky pete

he's flying in that big burrito in the sky. :(

(that's me in my favorite shirt. i wear it all the time. yep. i even wore it to the closing of our house, because i am ONE CLASSY CHICK.)

cnn gives me nightmares.

did anyone else see john mark karr on larry king last night? wow...what. a. PSYCHO. i fell asleep towards the end, and then i woke up to something about the whole world blowing up because of north korea's nukes. or at least that's what i heard, in my nyquil-induced semi-coma. anyway, kim jong il said it was because he was "so rone-rey." so, i went to bed, and then dreamed of nuclear war. ugh. i've said it before, and i'll say it again: the whole world is going crazy.



in other world affairs, the guy from muse thinks 9/11 was an inside job. now whatever would make him say a thing like that?

on a lighter note:


ewwww.


pink is the new town.


here's blondie at cbgb's the other night. (r.i.p. cb's!) i can't wait until the patti smith video starts to surface...i wish i could've been there for that, the last show there ever. she was a perfect cherry on top of that whole era.


and finally, i think i am going to dye my hair really really red tonight. not manic panic red (see below), but quite red nonetheless.

''Another Bionic Eye''

31 days of horror. yes!

i want to hire bj novak (ryan from "the office") for my new year's eve party. so, everyone chip in, mmmmkay?

r.i.p., cloepatra jones.

here's a picture of erin grey from her glamourous days as a sears catalog model.

see? i knew i drank diet soda for a reason.

danielle steele title generator. my first one was called "My Hidden Aunt." HA!

and the crocodiles are weeping.

i don't know why i feel so shocked that this guy is dead. i mean, really. the guy was a total nut!

you, too, can be a collage artist. i used one of my collages to make my collage. aren't i clever. (via presurfer)

how to draw a caveman.

which looks exactly like how to draw a monkey. ?!?!?

10,000 reasons civilization is doomed.

here's a little blurb about robbie rist. i am myspace friends with him, and he usually sends out decent bulletins. seems like a pretty cool guy.

is it friday?

dylan thomas reading his complete recorded poetry. (via pcl linkdump)

things are getting interesting over at the flavor of love house. i guess.

arthur lee

r.i.p. :( along with the velvet underground, love is the only band with a "stephanie" song (although i spell my name stefanie, but i won't nitpick). i got my first love album my senior year of high school. so, i've been listening to them for a long time and i'm saddened by this news. he was very ill for a very long time, so at least he not suffering any longer...

what can i say, dear stephanie
who shall i next inform
of love and poetry that you bring
your eyes, your hair, your everything
yeah



p.s. i have decided to get zombies tickets. i know i should be saving money for house stuff, but i just can't stand it that they will be playing and i won't be there!! besides, they are apparently pretty good live. now all i need is to see the grass roots, with creed!!! (creed the guy, not creed the band.)

a few years back when me and my man were "just friends" and not really dating yet, we went to karaoke at some crappy bar with some other people. chris is very reserved, and definitely not one to get up in front of people and make a spectacle of himself, no matter how drunk. i convinced him that we should get up there and do a song together, and he finally relented, but only if he could pick the song. and the tune he chose? "midnight confessions." i was like, "!!!" because i secretely TOTALLY loved him. and i also really love that song. so we did it, and some girl came up to us afterwards and was like, "DUDE!! you guys TOTALLY ROCKED THAT SONG!!!" it was pretty good, actually...so, i think of chris whenever i hear that song, and i start feeling all schmoopy. :)

later on that night, i fell down the hill outside my apartment and lost my glasses. yes, it was quite an eventful evening...

shine on...

...you crazy diamond. :(

r.i.p exidor

awwwwww.

"don't mess with the bull, young man. you'll get the horns."

ahhhh, it feel good to be back to work after 3 days of fun in the sun. :/

"i got a question...does barry manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"

how to blow smoke rings.

related?

tv in japan.

all these years later, still a dirty, dirty, DIRTY song.

about 12 years ago, some guy i knew told me this guy was the anitchrist. i just thought of it the other day, for some reason. i never forgot the guy's name, so i looked him up. hmmmm.

actors in character.

blah, there's nothing on the internets this morning. more later...

"Get...OUT!!!"

hmmm, she looks pregnant to me...

R.I.P., actual george lutz (not pictured). he fell through an evil hole in his basement. not really.

and speaking of scary movies...

drunk monkeys.

if he wasn't such a freak, i'd almost feel sorry for him...

vh1.com has retro games now.

mmmmm...tacos...

this stuff is funny, especially the newspaper ad for the tombstone.

R.I. P. Honkey

we will all miss his large head.

i was just informed of something else.

chris penn is dead. :(

in his honor, i would like to encourage a "reservoir dogs" quote-fest in the comments section. (or "footloose." *shudder, shudder*) i'll start:

"how would you feel, every time you took a piss you had to do a handstand?"

we've lost two of the great ones.

also:

screw you, kidzbop!!!

"Football Season Is Over."

that boring piece of drively drek rolling stone is going to publish hunter s. thompson's final written words:

"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt."