I would not be pissing off the Roloffs. They have a trebuchet and a whole farm full of overripe pumpkins. After reading their comments yesterday, I would watch a GIF of Chelsea Handler and Rosie getting hit with flying pumpkins for DAYS.
Chlidren run around the beach to have fun, and are oblivious to the people around them. The pageant kids are all tarted up and are taught to engage the judges and make lots of flirtatious eye contact and movements. It is the knowing display of children's flesh with the suggestive "adult" mannerisms that makes these pageants so horrifying.
The book was well-researched. I live in central Illinois and grew up immersed in all things Lincoln because my aunt was descended from Mentor Graham (the teacher at New Salem who loaned Lincoln books and helped him learn to read the law). She will be up in heaven shitting bricks of anger when I go to see this movie. One person's sacrilege is another person's irony.
He's from southern China, a very small orphanage with only 12-20 kids at a time. The director was a doctor, so all the children had medical conditions but received amazing care. My son was responding to us with love and laughter within the first 24 hours, and he obviously had been well-cared for because he was healthy and muscular.
All the children in my son's orphanage had the name of the county, then the name of the orphanage director, and then their personal name. The director wanted them to feel like a family, and to be able to find each other when they were older. I thought this naming system was kinder than "Party" and "State" although probably still recognizable as an orphan naming system.
I had a moment of sadness for Maya Rudolph and her amazing "Bobby B!" impersonation. She's hosting SNL nexy week, but certainly that act will never be done again.
Same here. I love Freddie Mercury's energy to push me along, and then I remember that I will never hear him sing Fat Bottomed Girls live, and I am so sad. He was unique and manic and just so talented.
Animal bats. His backup dancers had these greenish jumpsuits with flying squirrel sleeves, and they did a bunch of flips. It was the best part of hisperformance.
OK, I was sitting in front of the TV trying to sort out a new knitting project and suddenly realized I was listening to Chris Brown at the Grammys. He is quite mediocre. And the dancing bat people aren't helping much.
One of my friends just posted a photo of Whitney on Faceboook. Prior to a concert in the early 90's, she posed in a sweatshirt with a photo of a boy from my hometown who was serving in the first Gulf War. She looks fresh-faced and sweet, and that photo did a lot to cheer Ned up when he was stationed far from home. She was a real person, and she knew how to relate to her fans on a personal level. That is what I want to remember.
Maybe Jennifer has enough emotional distance to be able to pull this off on short notice. It could be too difficult to perform without breaking down, especially the older singers, the ones who knew Whitney from the time she was a child. It might just be too painful for them to handle all the sudden preparations that it would take to perform today as they are coping with the loss.
Whoever this singer is, I want to see her go up against the "Leave Britney Alone" guy in The Hunger Games. And Rebecca Black. And the "Lock up your women-they're raping everybody" guy. Can we just create a Hunger Games for viral video stars? Lots of fire special effects, everyone is miked and has autosound, and the last one singing gets to rule YouTube.
The Jezzies won't be allowed to actually parent. Those of you deemed suitably fertile will just be rounded up and used as surrogates for the Republican elites. Newt's already put in an order for 12 handmaidens. On the positive side, it will decrease unemployment....