I am so happy that YouTube finally has this bit of video awesomeness that I can share with you. I think I have posted before on how utterly amazing the opening credit sequence of Zombieland is and maybe even how much I loved the movie. (Shaun of the Dead, being my only other "favorite" zombie movie, fyi.) The movie is funny and clever in a lot ways, but I adored their use of 3-D titling, not only in the credits but throughout the whole movie. And I always love extreme slow-motion shots, so watching this was kind of like getting to eat birthday cake at the movie theater (ZOMG! Dream come true!).
If you don't like spewing zombie blood, be-tasseled nipples, or artfully tumbling 3-dimensional lettering.... Sorry, those two minutes are gone forever!
Speaking of be-tasseled nipples....
Did you happen to see the photos of Pam Anderson cat-walking at NY Fashion Week?
Oy! The "designer" is a man named Richie Rich, apparently he designs stripper couture. Effuilleuse Couture sounds practically elegant, no? I saw a batch of photos on some site and grimaced (almost as much as Pam!) at how this woman, who is actually pretty under all that makeup, has managed to turn herself into a trannie stage persona. God love the transsexual showmen of the world (I know I do), but Pammy, please, you're a rockin' hot 42 year-old mom! You don't need to do this anymore!
Sadly, while perusing all the photos online at the Huffington Post, I also came across this one:
For another tragic photo of the Pam-bot, please see MamaPop!
Another pop culture guilty pleasure that I spend too much time thinking about (and, really, even five minutes is too long for some of this stuff) are the Blind Items at Gawker.com. Read the clue and then try and figure out who's been naughty and who's been downright perverted. Well, you probably won't figure out who they are, but for some reason I feel oddly reassured that Hollywood is really just as strange and kinky and bizarre -in-ways-that-would-never-even-occur-to-me. Probably just sour grapes, but who has time to dwell on that! (eyeroll)
My final random thought is about Speidi. Spencer Pratt & Heidi Montag, those purveyors of puke-tastic antics that are so thoroughly covered by the American tabloids.
Yeah, I'm looking at you, too, Spence. --------------->
They aren't even known over here in the UK and I never watched the Hollywood Hills or whatever that reality show was that they were on, so I only know them in the cursory way that tabloid headlines and magazine cover photos portray them: vapid, fame-hungry, self-involved, self-serving, and grossly over-privileged.
Anyway, you may not know this about me, but I'm kind of a big deal on twitter *cough*cough* and Speidi have taken note. By becoming my followers!
I shit you not.
I'm not sure what I can do for them, but I haven't a doubt that their marketing machine will want to use me for something soon. No doubt they will unfollow me as soon as they have accomplished their nefarious plan to control the world's media outlets. Assholes.
Maybe I'll buy their book. Doesn't this photo make you want to buy it, too?
(Barf) I'd like to blame the stomach bug for the nausea I feel, but I am pretty sure that Spencer & Heidi are 100% responsible for it.
Seriously, though, I twitter a lot more than blog these days, so follow me there and send me an @theBitchinWife to say hello. :)