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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

More John Hodgman awesomeness

Exactly how and when did New York become “a city that never sleeps,” and hasn’t this had a negative impact on its health?

— Posted by Jim Moskowitz

Answer:

Kander and Ebb wrote that line for Liza Minnelli to sing in the movie “New York, New York,” because the lyric “the city full of hatefully ambitious people who are destroying themselves” didn’t fit; and also, at that point, Liza Minnelli had been awake for 11 days.

Answers from the Daily Show Resident Expert

John Hodgman knows the Hallelujah guy!

You used to live on the Upper West Side. When you moved to Brooklyn, why didn’t you take the Hallelujah man with you?
— Posted by Andrew Pinkowitz

John Hodgman's response:

The 80-year-old man who walks down the street screaming “HALLELUJAH” for hours on end is not the sort of person you can force to do anything he doesn’t want to. Needless to say, he has his own agenda.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

when you have something to say that doesn't fit on twitter

"A cynical, hyperarticulate guy who’s kind of nerdy? Handsome in an offbeat way? Grows on you over time? What can I tell you, I have a type."
-Creator of The O.C. and Gossip Girl, Josh Schwartz

Keep putting 'em on TV and I'll keep watching them.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

indie romantic comedies are my greatest weakness



There are very few things they could have added to this movie trailer to make me want to see it more. It is like someone took a formula of everything I love in a movie and made it. Whether that will actually lead to a good movie remains to be seen. But on a purely formulaic level, I AM SMITTEN. SMITTEN, I TELL YOU. It's like Michel Gondry and John Hughes had a baby together, a baby that sings Hall & Oates. I want to curl up with this movie and spoon. I call little spoon.

You all know how I feel about growing up.


This might be the most depressing cartoon I've seen in a while:

Friday, March 6, 2009

How can you ever feel sad when you look at this picture?

Monday, March 2, 2009

i tweet therefore i am


You know when you were in like 7th grade and everyone had those ridiculous UFO pants or a frosh in college and everyone had Uggs and you were like "WTF those defy all logic. they're ugly, they look ridiculous, they're expensive, blah blah blah." And you could think of 100 reasons not to get them, but slowly as they became less and less cool, you were like 'Well, maybe I'll just try them on' and then those emeffing uggs were so emeffing comfortable that you could not take off your feet. And when your mom sent you a pair of Croc-Uggs in the mail, combining the two worst shoes of all time, you and your friends laughed and you brought them around as a novelty of how silly your mom is, but you didn't just want to carry the shoes around, so you wore them (you know, ironically.) At first, just to the dining hall, but soon, when you were running late for class, you thought "Well, I'll just slip them on. How bad can it be?" And suddenly, you notice they're on your feet all the time. To job interviews, meeting your boyfriend's parents, funerals, etc. And suddenly, you're Croc-Ugg girl. Neither of those shoes are even popular anymore, but you're still wearing your hideous shoes because once you put them on, you suddenly understood why everybody loved them so much.

Well, folks, I finally broke down and joined Twitter. And I feel about as guilty about it as I possibly could. Just saying the word "tweet" makes me feel lame. And even though I know that Jimmy Fallon and Michael Ian Black are having private up-to-the-minute conversations with me, and even though I know that I could just write short things on my blog to the exact same effect, and even though there really isn't anyone on my twitter who I don't already have on my google reader/blogroll/e-mail list/see on a regular basis, I just can't help myself. And by golly, are those croc-uggs comfortable.

Follow me at twitter.com/misstrionics.