Archiv für Februar 2009

Bunny is making love to a cat

Death of a newspaper


Final Edition from Matthew Roberts on Vimeo.

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Who’s your Daddy?

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Joaquin Stiller on the Oscar show

The heater

The Oscars were given out last night. That was the time for many bloggers to do live blogging, telling you what’s happening and what they think of it.

There’s still an interest in the Oscars that I don’t quite get. Much addo about nothing, if you ask me. I haven’t seen most of the movies, I don’t know most of the actors. I don’t have fun in watching people being photographed while wearing expensive clothes. There’s not enough content within the show that would attract my intelligence.

I learned in twitter: There’s a complete different view to that show. In the last few years they took comedians as the show’s host. But that kept declining the number of spectators on telly. So they chose for a different strategy: Let’s take not a funny guy but the sexiest man alive, as People Magazine calls him: Hugh Jackman. He can dance, he can sing, he can smile, he can look.

And, well. This is how it worked:

Poor guy. Or to see it differently: There’s finally a reason for guys to watch the Oscars.

Stephen King killed John Lennon

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Well, thanks for solving that case:

Steve Guttenberg runs naked through Central Park

The sinker

What guys don’t really like is being spontaniously asked for giving a reliable answer on what they’re doing at the moment. This is so because men often do not have a reliable answer and are urged to think about one quickly. Then they will come up with any answer that they could at least try to defend. They still are uncomfortable with the situation.

The whole thing gets more difficult as guys sometimes come up with crap they enjoy that they never want to defend with words:

sinker

Can you see Brian’s history on that topic? Him being at home on a wonderful day, staying in the garden, watching the sun and the bees and the birds and the trees, going to the toilet, seeing the sink, thinking about it…

But then there’s not twitter but your girlfriend suddenly standing next to you and asks “What are you doing?”. And within a second you recognize: This is not a question.

And within an hour you realize: This is not my girlfriend any longer. But hey, now I got the bathroom on my own, so this is a victory somehow, don’t you think?

Surprise on Valentine’s day

Can there be a better day than Valentine’s day to ask the question of all questions?

German nipplegate

There’s a new chapter within the long story of german humor given in yesterday’s Bundesvision Song Contest:

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And what a difference to the original: