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This war about who invented the Snuggie is way off base. Like most things, the Snuggie started with the gays!! This is the ORIGINAL Snuggie - the International Male catalog has been selling it since at least the early 90s, when I discovered the catalog and how to jerk-off in the same afternoon.
But not to this picture. Shudder.
UPDATE: I've been searching the IM website, which is now folded into Undergear, but it looks like they no longer sell it. Just this gross oversized t-shirt.
Honestly, Rag & Bone? Tourniquets below the knees on the outside of a pair of pants? I'm all for daring and odd fashion but this just seems like a pain in the ass to maintain and really unflattering on most men.That's all.
Oh, except for these stupid purses on top of models' heads. I don't even have the energy to really comment further, except that those poor ladies must have been gagging.
I did however really love the Odyn Vovk show.
It was so beautiful to look at, so why did they have to go and ruin the movie by making Coraline such an insufferable little brat? I would have ignored her too if I was her father. Christ. My friend who I saw it with felt the same way, we just wanted to smack her! I need to discover what the Pink Floyd/Wizard of Oz equivalent to this movie is. So I can own the movie, but just turn the volume all the way down and find the perfect record to play in tandem with it.
Despite my disappointment with the casting and script direction, I'm still mad crushing on sexy animator Brad Schiff. I want to lay perfectly still on a bed with him and have him move me around in the slowest and most imperceptible ways.
Sexy or creepy? Don't care. I've decided that dating a stop-motion animator is probably the best idea in the world, especially for someone like me. Think about it. They have INFINITE PATIENCE! What more can I ask for in a person?
I did anyway. Except that I don't know how to use scissors, I've always used a straight razor. It used to work out great for me in the 90s, but I was scared of how it would come out this time since it's been so long.
I gotta say, not bad. At least in the front and on the sides. I'm still too scared to check out what the back looks like since I didn't use a mirror and I could feel myself going a little ballistic back there. Thank god for my collection of 143 hats, until I actually come into contact with a human being who I know and trust. I've been in lockdown, writing and sending out galleys with notes attached, praying for blurbs. And I gotta say, the ghostwriting is actually coming along well. The big turning point was when I realized I can use his basic life as a framework, and then make up whatever the hell else I want. I've clocked 6,000 words in the last four days, I am just going to bang this fucker out as fast as I can.
I know I should probably be enraged about this remake, but the truth is that I'll see ANY horror movie that comes out, no matter what. So, so much for that protest.
But what's really bumming me out is that they are giving SO much away about this "re-imagining" from the commercials. I can already tell that they have combined key plot points of Parts 1, 2, and 4 from the 40 second commercial. So far we can tell that they're using the origin story from Part 1 (duh), Jason grabbing the boyfriend through the window in Part 2, teens staying in a house near Crystal Lake and the guy looking for his sister who has disappeared in Part 4.
Why give so much away? We also know from the commercial that the black guy gets it. Hmph.
(PS - I have been obsessed with Amy Steel (above) for YEARS. She was always my favorite Friday Final Girl).
Fuck. I was propped up in bed this morning with a cup of coffee, Ollie tucked in beside me, returning emails on my BlackBerry and checking all the news and blogs on my iPod touch and suddenly I had one of those split second moments where you marvel at how far we've come with technology, how much information we have access..to....how we've become obsessed with..info...and how, like, I'm sort of an...INFO FREAKO!!!!
And the song of the same name by Jesus Jones swept through me like rush of pure China White.
But unlike heroin, no amount of naloxone is going to strip my body of this drug.
