WTF, Eminem
May 5, 2009 § Leave a comment
The freaky video, the accent…this is all very strange [and slightly NSFW for gory content]. I can still appreciate his shirtlessness, but I liked his previous song better.
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Look At What I’ve Been Looking At
May 4, 2009 § Leave a comment
Sometimes I wonder if watching images in the crystal-clarity of HD is better than seeing them in real life. The super-HD slow-motion achieved by this SprintCam v3 is making me lean towards a yes…
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Does anybody else have an aversion to Judd Apatow movies? CollegeHumor successfully points out their flaws in song form:
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Lately I’ve been irritated at the amount of “quiz results” and “top 5” lists that are popping up on my Facebook newsfeed — I know that Facebook is a time-waster from any angle, but those have to be the worst of all Facebook extras [including buttons, stickers, poking, food-throwing, etc.] because it’s so utterly useless. Who CARES which Disney princess you’re like? Or which evil dictator in history you could be?? Those superfluous questions were fun in middle school, okay?
Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of “Top 5 People I’d Like To Punch In The Face.” If I were to make one, T-Pain would definitely be on that list. People who cannot sing should not be able to make a career out of singing. It simply doesn’t work:
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The humor of Japanese people really has no bounds. They’re able to be hilarious without being vulgar, as evidenced by the prolific game shows that can be seen online or on TV late at night. If you’ve ever wanted to see frightened children fighting off a lethargic zombie, this is your chance:
Bike parkour? It seems better for your body than the regular stuff. I recommend starting at 2:50.
Why Is The Moon Lonely?
May 3, 2009 § 1 Comment
Apart from Pierce Brosnan, Hugh Jackman is the only hairy man to whom I am attracted — and I actually like Jackman better with facial hair than without [his character in The Prestige was just creepy]. So I was immensely excited to see X-Men Origins: Wolverine on Friday, especially after reading about how the film includes a scene of Jackman scampering around butt-naked [I don’t think the guys in the theater really appreciated it, heh].
I enjoyed the movie much more than Watchmen, with which I draw a comparison solely because it’s the only other superhero movie I’ve seen recently; not only am I better acquainted with the comics, Wolverine did not contain the convoluted politics and storyline of the former.
There are a lot of reasons the film appealed to me, but it all comes down to this: I liked Wolverine a lot because it was high action and low drama, and because most of the screen time was devoted to sweaty, muscular men with long legs and bulging biceps [yum!]. And I really like leather jackets.
I Can’t Not Share These
May 1, 2009 § Leave a comment
The advantage of reading the blogs of gay men is that we generally have the same taste in men [visually, at least]. So when I saw these vidoes on BambooNation, I was pretty excited.
For example, this unbelievable Nike ad:
I almost died.
This video is also lovely; it features male underwear models jumping around pointlessly [but beautifully] on a trampoline [there is also a full-length version]:
There was also little video of soccer players stripping off their jerseys that can be viewed here.
Is it okay for me to objectify people like this? Probably not. Can I make the excuse that since images of barely-clothed women are so prevalent, it’s only fair that I indulge in my own way? Again, probably not. However, I do believe that my reaction to seeing a hot guy differs from the reverse situation. My response is to usually just stare [subtly, most of the time] — I don’t go jack off later.
On Wednesday, my sociology class met in a computer lab at the library for an introduction to using the databases for our research papers. Because of the different environment, I was sitting next to people I don’t normally see [it’s a big class]. There was a guy sitting near me in shorts who had perfect legs — long and lean, with a defined calf muscle. I can’t describe them without sounding creepy, but he was definitely a runner. Flawless legs are pretty hard to find, so it’s a good thing I had heard the library research lecture twice before, because I really couldn’t pay attention [well, it was also boring as hale]. He had some sweet kicks too — Nike Shox, which I usually dislike, but he was really working them. They looked kind of like this, yet not exactly:
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