“In his laudable attempt to celebrate the homemade, ramshackle, and D.I.Y. and rail against the commodification of culture, Gondry exhibits an aesthete’s bad faith: claiming to encourage and honor all creativity, yet somehow endowing every character in the film with a visual sense and technical ingenuity suspiciously close to his own.”—ooh, here’s a website i really like
“The reality is that women are treated differently by society for exactly the same reason that children and the mentally handicapped are treated differently. It’s just easier this way for everyone. You don’t argue with a four-year old about why he shouldn’t eat candy for dinner. You don’t punch a mentally handicapped guy even if he punches you first. And you don’t argue when a women tells you she’s only making 80 cents to your dollar. It’s the path of least resistance. You save your energy for more important battles.”—Dilbert creator Scott Adams: still totally an idiot!
“There’s a guy in a shopping cart with a rocket strapped to it, and there’s pyrotechnics lining the base of a cliff, and there’s a really hot model standing next to a machine gun.”—How Carrots Became Junk Food
“Police say a San Antonio Taco Bell customer enraged that the seven burritos he ordered had gone up in price fired an air gun at an employee and later fired an assault rifle at officers before barricading himself into a hotel room.”—The man was angry the Beefy Crunch Burrito had gone from 99 cents to $1.49 each.
I never really understood why The Beatles broke up, the whole Yoko Ono thing seemed an excuse for something deeper. Sure, she was an irritation with her helium screech, her skimpy leatherette skirts, those tinted ovoid glasses eclipsing half her face.
“The Shrek-Sheikh Shock Shake Shack: It’s kinda like the Shake Shack, but the food is served by real Sheikhs dressed as Shrek and you have to lick a nine-volt battery before getting your food.”—in lighter news
“I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, “You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy, I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?” and I really, really don’t.”—Aaron Sorkin/Every Writer Ever (via vanityfair)