I figure the worst and most embarrassing way to die would be during a sex act with an animal. Bonus points if it involves feces. Your entire genetic line would be compromised from the shame alone, at the very least relegated back to the primordial ooze of the trailer park, unable to do any more relative harm. Mr. Hands is a hilarious joke that makes me happier than Christmas morning, but he will never breed, nor will his relatives do anything to draw attention to the fact he died form an abundance of horse cock. Imagine one of them running for office. The problem of that genealogy holding office solves itself.
At best the stuff we have been ragging on her for is remade. Or more accurately just cheaply imitated. That's the problem. She isn't bringing anything new to the songs other than "I'm attractive and the incongruity of an attractive white girl rapping is somehow cute".
To be fair, I do hate people who make things. Also do things and/or say things. They think they're better'n me, and I don't like it. Look, what I'm trying to say is "Fuck donglover." And fuck everyone who says they're totally like Tina Fey. YOU ARE NOT LIZ LEMON BECAUSE YOU LIKE FOOD AND HAVE ISSUES GETTING LAID. Join me on my ship people. It's powered by snark, and we're flying to the Player Hater's Ball.
There's an entire genre of overly-earnest white folk covering rap songs on acoustic guitars. I blame Ben Folds.
<a class="postlink" href="http://gammasquad.uproxx.com/2012/03/warner-the-dark-tower-javier-bardem" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://gammasquad.uproxx.com/2012/03/wa ... ier-bardem</a> It's nice to see Deadwood coming back, but that shit makes my month. Everytime I see news about that, 100 Bullets or Preacher, I have a dorkgasm. Also, anyone here tried mushrooms before? I've done them twice in the last month, and I get a mild buzz, but my girlfriend gets kicked off the deep end of space by the same dose. What gives? How do I get the most "whoa" for my buck?
Isn't Karmin old news? I'm pretty sure I learned about her here about a year ago with the "Look at Me Now" cover, and it may have been by one of the people who has posted something negative about her on this thread who originally posted it saying it was impressive. But I don't remember and I can't be bothered to know for sure, so I won't make a fuss about it. I can understand why people would get irritated at the "ain't it cute that white girls can rap" shtick, but I kind of liked a couple of her covers, or at least the "Look at Me Now" one. Now she has a pop career with original songs and it's TERRIBLE. At least hate on her for that. In other news, I found out tonight that I am pretty awesome at Skee Ball. Next time I'm near an arcade, for some reason, and I see a kid frustrated with not being so wonderful at Skee Ball, I'm going to go up to him and tell him the secret is to drink more. It also helps if you kind of get into a rhythm with it that matches the really hardcore gangster rap that's playing totally incongruously with the dive-let's-face-it-hipster bar vibe. Anyway, I got three beers and a free soft pretzel for what I would normally pay for 1.5 beers and it was beautiful out. Good night, overall. I just wish it wasn't to celebrate my pal's last night here until either July or next January.
I already hate her and I never heard of her 'till yesterday. I have no doubt she'll probably become famous, and then the dink next to her barely tinkling on a cheap-ass Casio will be considered a "musician" too. Seriously, DO NOT post any more shit like this on here. Some of you may think she's cute, or "original", but you're forgetting one very important thing: IT'S CRAP. That fact is not open for debate. Rap and hip-hop belongs to a certain type of artist, and she is not it. Actually, new law: no white woman on the planet should ever rap again. Especially gratingly irritating hipsters. EVER. R.I.P. music.
Mushrooms are like hookers: you get a different experience each time. Just eat twice as much as you did last time and then see what happens. You might stare at a Coke machine for three hours, or perhaps think that you are being engulfed by huntsman spiders. That's the best thing about them: unpredictability. Just don't go get you hair cut while on them. Being in front of your own reflection for an extended period on fungus is a BIG mistake. Trust in that.
On the flip side, get ahold of some whipits and suck down a lungful of nitrous right around the time you are deep in la-la land and watch as your brain explodes into cartoon world for a brief period. Not that I would know anything about that. Ahem.
So this song has been really big on teh intarwebz lately. I can't figure out quite what to make of it. It's catchy and the beat is nice...but it's also very what-the-fuck-did-I-just-listen-to. And yes, I'm well aware that besides nom, y'all are totally not the target market here: