…is that some girls who aren't skinny were allowed to strut their sexy stuff on the catwalk. Canadian designer Mark Fast was all, "I'm gonna use some plus-sized models for my show, eh?" And then his stylist and creative designer were all, "Fuck that! We only work with skinny bitches!" And then they quit. Because they're a couple of reeky rude-growing minnows.
Crystal Renn: Curvy and hawt.
Speaking of rude-growing minnows…
…check out this totally stupendous Shakespeare insult generator. And be prepared for some serious insulting going on up in here. I'm done calling people douchebags; now it's all about pigeon-liver'd codpieces and the sheep-biting faces of reeling-ripe bladders.
Is there a hoe in the house?
In what I'm pretty sure is a plot stolen from Alan Bennett's The Clothes They Stood Up In, the garden of a Staffordshire couple disappeared recently—shed, garden path, and all. They located it behind the home of their next-door neighbors.
Honey, I've misplaced the entire garden.
Voulez-vous faire la magie avec moi?
I may or may not have lost my mind and purchased $$$ worth of Harry Potter books en français yesterday. I blame my girl KK for allowing me to walk around Rockefeller Center by myself for an entire ten minutes. Don't you people know that I can't be trusted alone?
Harry Potter et L'ordre du Phénix: In which stuff happens in French.
The problem with using Harry Potter to teach myself French is that, while my magical (and murderous) vocabulary is now significantly more extensive than that of your average non-native speaker, I can't necessarily understand much of anything that would be useful in non-Hogwarts life.
Harry Potter et le Prince de Sang-Mêlé: In which more stuff happens in French.
But if I ever need to say, "Le jus de citrouille peut-il me tuer? Et où est le calmar géant? Et aussi, j'ai vu les fantômes ce matin, et ils sont jété des sorts mauvaises," then I'm all set.
(That was, in broken French: "Can this pumpkin juice kill me? And where is the Giant Squid? Also, I saw some ghosts this morning, and they were casting curses." Useful, right?)
One more thing:
Ladies and Gentlemen, live from the Cambridge Folk Festival 2007, the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain:
Oh, Shaft. Ever more awesome. Ever more ridiculous.
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