Drunk elephants, for everybody’s pleasure:
some awesome for you today:
The following clip has the longest burst of continuous laughter from an audience ever recorded in television history.
I wanted to share a tv show I’m currently very hooked on. the show is about a therapist and his patients. He has 5 patients in a whole, 2 of them married to each other, and each episode deals with one of those patients or couples. The interesting thing is that the series never leaves the therapy room. There’s no “action”, and no special camera effects, very very simple stuff. All they do is talk. That’s the fascinating thing about it though, it’s all about the characters and finding out the mystery behind them. At the end of the week he goes to therapy himself, and you get to see how his patients affect him. very cool stuff.
http://www.hbo.com/intreatment/
behold, the transformers 2 trailer:
http://video.yahoo.com/watch/4409363/11824579
Here’s a test screening jim Carrey did for one of his characters in “lemony snickets”.
One for the men
one for the ladies
Words can not describe the love I have for these characters
I work as a caretaker in a seniors society apartment complex. I also live there. Many of the seniors are normal people, some are bitter, some joyful, some are fun and some are endearingly insane. I enjoy it because there is always something going on. Since I’m in contact with them every day and some of these days are worth mentioning, I’ll be writing a series called “incident reports”. Some of you might have already read the first incident report since I posted it on facebook, but there are more on the way.
INCIDENT REPORT #1: MR Ali
Today I’m walking through the hallways where I work when this old iranian man called Ali comes out of his apartment, wearing boxers and holding tea in his hand, and beckons me in: “ Tea, Tea, eat, come”. “Alright,” I think “I’m always up for free grub and he’s probably lonely.” So I go in and sit down. He puts on some pants, still leaving his zipper open, and starts making tea. I try to strike up some conversation by pointing to a picture of his granddaughter and saying “is that your grandson?” luckily he doesn’t understand a word I’m saying and explains to me in broken english all the different daughters and granddaughters he has, counting on each finger multiple times and saying: “Do you under-eshtand?” I did.
He puts the tea down in front of me and next to it, a multigrain bar and some little brown cubes. I love chocolate, so I pop a cube into my mouth and chomp down hard. Suddenly, The cube rashly dissolves into a weird mush and an extremely salty and all-tastebud-strangling taste instantly fills my mouth. I immediately stop chewing and look around for a clue as to what the heck just entered my mouth. I spot a box on the table that says: organic beef cubes. I’m almost puking at this moment so I rip open the multigrain wrapper and just when he’s pointing at his 13th granddaughter on the wall, spit all of the contents of my mouth into the multigrain rapper. Mr. Ali then proceeds to show me how his son-in-law teaches tae kwon do by spontaneously kicking right next to my head, open zipper still flailing.
I hastily try to gulp down my hot tea so that I can excuse myself politely, but he gets out a book and sits next to me. “Great, more children, he must be very potent” but its an Iranian-English dictionary, only its for children, containing pictures of astronauts and trains. I get ready for an in-depth discussion about Thomas the tank-engine when he just sets the book down and walks over to his cupboard. He gets out some cream in a tube, this is where I’m burning myself on the tea, and points at my knee. I had scraped open some skin on my knee playing soccer two nights before and I think he was interested in fixing it. He squirts some cream on there and tells me to “rub-e, rub-e” I did.
Thanking him for the tea I stand up, leave his apartment, and keep going about my days work, feeling slighty confused and scared. I’m not sure why.
Here’s a little gem I can’t pass up in case any of you haven’t seen it yet.
Hows this for cultural interpretation? The indian beatles. watch out for the shaky zombie in white.
here’s what happens when the electrical energy from a volcano pairs up with a thunderstorm.
