Desultory Delights: No. 10 Video Edition

• Martha Stewart says "fuck" (21:12) and Marissa Mayer laughs like a stoner throughout
• Hands down, my all time favorite clip of a woman who just wants to party being interviewed on the street. Remember Google Video?! Pre-YouTube acquisition. The world was a different place back then. [Warning: NSFW]
• Disturbing video of Arkansas Judge William Adams beating his teenage daughter as punishment for using the internet. The rest of her uploads cobble together an interesting and rather sad narrative. [Warning: Violence]
• Pulitzer Prize winning author Jennifer Egan pulls a piece of white fuzz from her shirt (27:44) and talks about her amazing book, A Visit from the Goon Squad [Warning: Spoilers]
• A Marla Singer makeup tutorial,"I haven't been fucked like that since grade school" is still one of the best movie quotes ever.
• A thirsty baby armadillo seeks water from a hose
• Everyone's probably seen Marcel the Shell by now. I'm obsessed with the quote, "Guess why I smile a lot? Uh, cuz it's worth it." thanks to my girl Naurnie.
• My better half's band, Garage Shock, covering the legendary Mummies
• The only reason (in my estimation) that YouTube exists, CAT VIDEOS. Preferably angry, Japanese, playing the keyboard, and/or animated.

I drafted the first part of this post a couple of weeks ago. Since then, I got to film MY VERY OWN JAPANESE CAT VIDEO! 

While strolling around Shinjuku looking for a Mister Donut to kill a couple hours before meeting our friend Yuki, I was tempted by a girl holding a large placard plastered with adooooooooooooorable cat photos. I spontaneously dragged Ryan and Makito up the stairs and into the Calico Cat Cafe. This is some bucket list shit right here. 

 

(GAWD, is there anything worse than hearing your own voice on a recording?! Plz don't judge.)

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No Colors Anymore

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IC 59 & 63 in Cassiopeia // ADR

“I either want less corruption, 

or more chance to participate in it.”

-Ashleigh Brilliant

via jak&jil and nasa pic of the day

Push/Pull

Things that make me want to paint again:

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maira kalman

Things that don't make me want to paint again:

-Failure

-Lack of follow through

-Buying new paints/brushes

-Unearthing my easel from the garage

That said, I think I should.

Holiday Gift Guide 2011

Because last year's gift guide was such a success:

Vices

My G+ Sparks list:

The latest issue of Vice (pp.70-87):

Last year of my twenties. Time to fuck shit up!

transvestite and her birthday cake by diane arbus

(via the-astrovert)

MMMJ

How meta would it be if Marc Jacobs got a Muscle Man Marc tattoo?


UPDATE 11/08/11:


“That was probably the greatest honor of my entire life so far. I am the Muscle Man Marc doll on South Park, and I joined the very great ranks of being one of Cartman’s toys — although I get boiled to death at the end of the episode,” he gushed. “I think [South Parkcreators] Matt and Trey are just probably the two most brilliant people in the entire world, and it is definitely my favorite program on TV ... I have two of Cartman’s toys tattooed, one on each forearm — Clyde Frog and the other one is Rumpletumskin.”


“That’ll be my next tattoo, the Muscle Man Marc from South Park,” he said.  [source]


UPDATE 11/16/11:

via SGCNYC

Excuse me while I clean my brains off of the wall behind me.

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Fuck Diptyque

AMIRIGHT?????

"White Castle has teamed up with Laura Slatkin, often called the "queen" of home fragrances, to introduce a candle with the steam-grilled-on-a-bed-of-onions scent of America's first fast-food hamburger. Packaged in a ceramic holder that reproduces the signature cardboard sleeve of the White Castle Slyder. Net proceeds donated to support Autism Speaks."

Get your own at a mere $13

Odd Couple

PROLOGUE

Him: A tallish lad with dark hair that's short on the slides and fashioned in a non-ironic comb-over. Plastic rimmed glasses, black. T-shirt, red.

Her: An average sized gal with mousy brown, slightly frizzing triangle hair. Hooded sweatshirt, white.

Them: Nondescript blue jeans and flat shoes, sneakers maybe. Youngish, no older than 33, I'd say.

Me: A smallish framed woman with dark straight hair parted down the middle, a little bloated. Cat eye sunglasses, black. Wrap dress clamped shut by crossed legs, grey.

ACT ONE

Them: Walking Easterly by for the first time.

Me: Eating a salad laden with fried chicken, and a side of fried pickles, looks up at Them.

Him: Comb over blowing in the wind. Looking stoic. Good posture.

Me: Thinking, "How sad! Youngish hipstery kid with a non-ironic comb-over. Poor buddy."

Her: Walking close, left arm reaching up to place her left hand on his right shoulder.

Them: Silent.

ACT TWO

Them: Walking Westerly by me same her-hand-on-his-shoulder formation.

Me: Looking up from my John Waters book, thinking, "How strange."

ACT THREE

Them: Walking Westerly by me again!

Me: "When did they walk back by?!? I missed it! What weirdos!"

Her: Walking briskly three steps in front of him, arms crossed.

Him: Semi-trying to catch up with her.

Them: Still silent.

DENOUEMENT

Me: Still watching. Wondering what possibly could have transpired during their silent back and forth pacing.

Him: Catches up to her and puts his arm around her.

Her: Arms still crossed trying to pull away.

Him: Arm now around her neck.

Her: Leaning into his chest as if in a headlock.

Him: Rubbing her back. Slowly migrating his hand to her ass.

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