Posts tagged as Random
Scarlett Johansson: Do You Like Mayo? Sean Penn: Not Really
Scarlett Johansson: I just can’t get into “The Help.” I don’t know, I sort of take issue with a white woman writing in dialect, but I feel like I should read the book before I see the movie. READ MORE
Our Obsession with the Word "Random": Fear of a Millennial Planet
For a while now, something has been bothering me. It's not particularly menacing or sinister, just annoying and unavoidable. It's a word, and I see it in the comments section of YouTube videos and hear it from the mouths of guffawing teenage girls next to me on the subway. Sometimes it even makes an unwelcome appearance on my cell phone in the form of a text message. The word I'm talking about is random—and I'm not the only one who feels this way. READ MORE
Das Racist on the Nature of God
Das Racist (America's best rappers? You decide) recently played at Carleton College and of course hijinks ensued: "After their show I walked up to Victor who was being accosted by fangurls and I was like, 'Hey these chicks are weird come hang out with my friends our hotel room is right by yours' and he said, 'Okay' so we went back to our hotel and did a bunch of fun and weird stuff like playing chicken in the pool and watching The Nanny and four-way spooning and jumping on beds." Naturally. And then an interview ensued on the nature of philosophical problems with Das Racist's Victor Vazquez: "Q. Can god make a boulder so big that god cannot move it? A: That’s why God doesn’t exist."
Ask Roger Hodge: "Is the Post Office Going to Follow the Way of Magazines"?
Obviously I did not watch this entire 35-minute Q&A with-or the full 25-minute talk by-unemployed non-former Conde Nast (former non-Conde Nast, I mean) magazine editor Roger Hodge, but I did start them both! (The next question from the Q&A, after the one about the mail, involves the SOCIAL NETWORKS.) The Q&A, obviously, followed Hodge's talk at Duke, which was titled "My Rise and Fall," but only on accident, as Hodge said he actually wanted the talk to be called "Decline and Fall," which he attributes to the title of a book about the Saturday Evening Post (Otto Friedrich, 1970), but perhaps you know it from elsewhere? Anyway, it happened right after Hodge left Harper's and Hodge also makes fun of the coming singularity, which, NOT COOL MAN. No one makes fun of the singularity.
'You've Got Mail' Reviewed
You've Got Mail, reviewed: "And really, email does seem to be a lot of what this movie is about. Or that Moment of email. Here was something new we hadn't figured out yet, hadn't discussed the ramifications of in conferences yet, because we were too busy doing the damn thing. We were still in love with email and no one had yet developed careers out of solving the problem of it. There were no listicles."
Angie and Brad are a-okay, Nick Kristof... tells... Us Weekly? "Their love was on display at an October 27 West Hollywood dinner with their friend, 'Half the Sky' coauthor Nicholas Kristof. 'They're attentive to each other. They listen, they're respectful and sometimes finish each other's sentences,' Kristof tells Us. 'When we walked into the restaurant, Brad kept turning around to make sure that Angie was OK.'"
The Great Annual Change Bowl Cash-In!
Last month, we announced the Great Annual Change Bowl Guessing Game. Well, as you can see above, yesterday we all finally went to our friendly local TD Bank for their big, no-charge change counting machine. We clogged it up a little! Also we annoyed the hell out of the staff. Also we took free lollipops. Yay TD Bank. And so we have a winner for the guessing game, though y'all were nowhere near close. Don't you all have big change bowls? READ MORE
Men Can't Stop Handling My Enormous Package
From time to time, The Awl offers its space to ordinary citizens who have insight into the issues of the day. Here is a missive from a fellow who wishes to remain anonymous, due to his stupendous dong. READ MORE
Putin Also Talks To Animals
Ageless creepy-hot Russian Prime Minister, judo master and KGB agent Vladimir Putin spent the weekend talking to his forebears, giant snow leopards who like to kill. Oh, I could write a million hilarious captions, if I had enough coffee, but nothing is funnier than the text from this Moscow Times article: "'Good boy,' Putin said as the cat snarled at him and jumped out while guards and reporters pulled back. 'We have found common language, they understand me,' Putin said." The terror.
