Happy Happy Joy Joy
None of my usual ranting. I'm having a really nice day. Here are some reasons why.
1) If you wanted to make the argument that there exists a loving god who wants us to be happy, I think these pictures of the so-gorgeous Christina Hendricks would be, if not persuasive proof, then a step in the right direction.
See, fellow white-white folks? We don't need to resort to hideous self-tanner or damaging sun to look good! (I had a customer yesterday who looked like an anorexic moccasin; her even more deeply tanned mother looked like a leatherette handbag. The sun is not your friend.)
2) This picture is a pretty good argument for same-sex marriage. Nice-looking guys in formal wear in love with one another!
It's Neil Patrick Harris and his beau, David Burtka. And they're having twins!
(All three pix totally heisted from Project Rungay, which you ought to be reading.)
3) CeeLo Green is an awesome singer with a fantastic voice, and the video for his new song, "Fuck You!"
is so much fun, with lyrics like
I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(Oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(Just thought you should know, nigga)
Laura Schlesinger will be turning over in her coffin (you just know she sleeps in one while the sun is up), but a black person saying "nigga" is like a gay person saying "fag", which maybe we'll get into some time. Not now. Watch the video. It'll cheer you right up.
4) You know what contact juggling is? I think Michael Moschen pretty much invented it; it's the artful (and dance-infused) manipulation of objects without letting go of them, as Moschen does, hypnotically, here. Watch particularly from 1:50 to 2:30, where the ball seems to be uncannily attached to him in ways that defy physics and gravity:
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This Japanese guy, Okotanpe, is also a gifted contact juggler; just watch what he does from about 1:30 to 1:43:
You have the unsettling sense that the acrylic ball exists independently of normal spacetime, that it's a piece of another dimension that the performer somehow got his hands on. At other times, the ball seems to be moving on its own, with the juggler merely containing or directing its motion.
That all of these people exist makes me very, very happy.
1) If you wanted to make the argument that there exists a loving god who wants us to be happy, I think these pictures of the so-gorgeous Christina Hendricks would be, if not persuasive proof, then a step in the right direction.
See, fellow white-white folks? We don't need to resort to hideous self-tanner or damaging sun to look good! (I had a customer yesterday who looked like an anorexic moccasin; her even more deeply tanned mother looked like a leatherette handbag. The sun is not your friend.)2) This picture is a pretty good argument for same-sex marriage. Nice-looking guys in formal wear in love with one another!
It's Neil Patrick Harris and his beau, David Burtka. And they're having twins!(All three pix totally heisted from Project Rungay, which you ought to be reading.)
3) CeeLo Green is an awesome singer with a fantastic voice, and the video for his new song, "Fuck You!"
is so much fun, with lyrics likeI pity the fool that falls in love with you
(Oh shit she's a gold digger)
Well
(Just thought you should know, nigga)
Laura Schlesinger will be turning over in her coffin (you just know she sleeps in one while the sun is up), but a black person saying "nigga" is like a gay person saying "fag", which maybe we'll get into some time. Not now. Watch the video. It'll cheer you right up.
4) You know what contact juggling is? I think Michael Moschen pretty much invented it; it's the artful (and dance-infused) manipulation of objects without letting go of them, as Moschen does, hypnotically, here. Watch particularly from 1:50 to 2:30, where the ball seems to be uncannily attached to him in ways that defy physics and gravity:
>
This Japanese guy, Okotanpe, is also a gifted contact juggler; just watch what he does from about 1:30 to 1:43:
You have the unsettling sense that the acrylic ball exists independently of normal spacetime, that it's a piece of another dimension that the performer somehow got his hands on. At other times, the ball seems to be moving on its own, with the juggler merely containing or directing its motion.
That all of these people exist makes me very, very happy.
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