If, in the midst of the media furor over JonBenet Ramsey’s newly-alleged killer and total creepazoid John Mark Karr, you’ve wondered why you haven’t seen the famous photo of the little girl in her bright pink sweater that was all over our tv screens and newspapers ten years ago—you know, the one so iconic you can even buy it painted on black velvet—a single time this past week, here’s the answer courtesy of AP Worldwide:
Sometime last week the original source decided to pull permission for this image and now news outlets are required to not just stop using it in current stories but to eliminate it from their archives and servers. I don’t know who owns the copyright of this photo or what the reason for pulling it was (money, maybe?), but doing it an entire decade after it’s already burned into all of our brains seems futile.
List of neologisms on The Simpsons. I have to confess I’m not a regular viewer, but will be making “double-bacon geniusburger” a part of my vocabulary from this day forward.
To make up to the world wide web for snooty bastards like J.Ko, I offer up this, my second Snakes on a Plane post, featuring my two current favorite Snakes on a Plane remixes.
1. im on ur plane, killin ur snakes
2. all your snakes are belong to us
I saw muthafuckin’ Snakes on a muthafuckin’ Plane last Thursday in the same theater as Matty and fully endorse his review. See it with a big group in a crowded theater, preferably after you’ve had a little alcohol, and as is true of life in general, don’t take yourself too seriously. It’s a fun summer action blockbuster—that’s what it set out to be, that’s what it is, that’s all it needs to be.
(Oh, and if anyone tries to tell you it’s a bad movie, let alone “the worst movie of the summer”? Tell them to go see Lady in the Water. Now that, that was an unmitigated piece of shit.)
Previously: Samuel L Jackson on The Daily Show.
If you took a photo of my soul at its happiest, this is what it would look like.
Borat wearing a neon green banana thong at Cannes. A few months old, I know, but worth seeing again now that the summer’s winding down.
I don’t care whether you think you’re completely over—or above—all of the Snakes on a Plane hype or if like me you’ve already bought tickets to see it on opening day (which is tomorrow, if you live in New York), if you missed Samuel L Jackson talking to Jon Stewart on last night’s Daily Show you owe it to yourself to watch it now, rarely will you ever see two grown men completely and unabashedly having so much fun. In a multimedia dictionary, this would be the clip to help define “giddy”.
Star Trek Inspirational Posters. My favorite is the San Francisco one on page two, I always wondered about it as a kid. [ via negatendo ]
One of my favorite documentaries of all time is 2001’s Living Dolls: The Making of a Child Beauty Queen, written and directed by Shari Cookson. If you’ve never seen it, you really owe it to yourself to track it down, it’s an incredible look at the child beauty pageant subculture that will both amuse you and leave you dumbfounded at the way the children are treated and objectified. Rich of FourFour recently uploaded one of the craziest moments from the entire thing, pageant coach Shane King demonstrating a modeling routine for a four year-old contestant:
I have watched this clip approximately 321 times in the past two days.
Kiki and Herb Finally Grow Up—But Is Broadway Ready For It? The always awesome Choire on my beloved Kiki & Herb, in yesterday’s Observer. As the Seattle Weekly said last year, “you haven’t lived till you’ve heard a sozzled drag queen crooning, “Wu-Tang, motherfucker”—or turning the Mountain Goats’ harrowing “No Children” (“I hope I lie/And tell everyone you were a good wife/ And I hope you die/I hope we both die”) into an almost sweet-tempered duet with her long-suffering sidekick.” (Hint: the double cd of their sold-out Carnegie Hall show is amazing.)
Real-Life Eloises. Travel + Leisure’s Lisa Birnbach talks to people who live full-time in NYC hotels, a lifestyle I’ve always thought fascinating and apparently incorrectly thought was on the way out. “It is notable that “room service” tops almost everyone’s list of desirable hotel amenities, even though every imaginable type of cuisine at every level of taste and expensiveness is available through neighborhood delivery. Maybe it’s the removal of room service—the not having to clean up afterward—that really whets everybody’s appetite.” [ via Joe. My. God. ]