question of the weekend: If you were a diva, what would your crazy unreasonable requests be?
I would demand a bowl of black Icelandic volcanic sand. Just to look at. Just because.
I would demand a bowl of black Icelandic volcanic sand. Just to look at. Just because.
…helping building the big ass Crossrail project, a new underground rail system crisscrossing London.
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For some reason that I can’t figure out, I thought that this surfing movie was a documentary. Then I heard that Gerard Butler was in it, and I was like, Awwwright…
I think there are some places in America this week where, if you dressed up as a blastocyst, you might actual get yourself a police protection escort, Blastocyst-Americans being in such constant danger from Slut-Americans…
Lest yesterday’s photo mislead you as to what the building housing Britain’s largest movie screen looks like, here it is again.
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What we witness here is the destruction of the old Bond mystique, and the creation of a new one. This is the sneaky cleverness of the film: it is, at last, going to tell us why Bond still matters.
Scary skinny Daleks invade the American Heartland!