overeducated and underemployed

brain. overload.

Yes. This is Dick Cheney exiting a plane called "Spirit of Strom Thurmond". No. There is really nothing more for me to say about that.

evening clips: basketball, blunt, britney and beckhams edition

- Sad news for Clipper Nation: Shaun Livingston destroys his knee, will be out for 8 to 12 months.

- Happy news for heretofore undubbed as such "Duke Nation": Gail Goestenkoers and the Duke Lady Devils complete the first undefeated ACC season.

- James Blunt thinks you're beautiful. Now get the fuck out of his way.

- I would like to think that regardless of one's wants, one couldn't take a whole wing of empty rehab beds from other people who might need them just because one's crazy. But I'm an optimist.

- Britain seems to be experiencing something with the Beckhams akin to sending a child off to their first sleepover.

everyone fugs in oscar season

They've covered so much, and yet there's always more to say.

NAOMI: Where are we going, Nic? One moment I'm asleep in my souvenir Dick Tracy nightgown with matching armwarmer set, the next you're leading me down a red carpet.

NICOLE: Oh Naomi hush! We're best girlfriends, aren't we? Remember growing up in Oz?

NAOMI: But I'm cold and I'm tired and I need a bra. Where's Liev?

NICOLE: Just smile, mate! Think of the good old days, when we threw shrimps on the barbie and surfed for hours. Don't you love this daring color?

NAOMI: No. You're scaring me. And your bow reminds me of the ghost story we used to tell as schoolgirls, about the beheaded woman who is kept together with a ribbon.

NICOLE: Honestly Naomi, I don't know what you're talking about.

NAOMI: That bow is so ridiculous it must have purpose beyond mere fashion. Show me your neck, Nic. Show me your neck or I'll scream.

NICOLE: Shut up darling, you're still dreaming. Now go remind Ryan Seacrest what a sweet and supportive friend I am, or I'm telling people that you're fat, not pregnant.

[ed. note: of course, 7 minutes after I posted this, Ms. Kidman showed up on Go Fug Yourself after all. Ah well, the more mockery the merrier.]

megan writes elsewhere: a round-up

As per usual, I invite you to check out my delightful posts on Pop Culture Junkies:

American Idol- Your Top Twelve Guys

American Idol- Your Top Twelve Girls

American Idol- Sowing the Seeds of Sad Singers

Veronica Mars- Mars, Bars

And as per never until just now, I'd like to direct you to Vanity Fair's Oscar blog for my take on last night's events:

Least Surprising Moment of the Night: Joan Rivers Says Something Obnoxious

Helen Mirren Will Be Going Home With Me

It's Official: We're in the Mid-Oscars Rut

The Wrapup

What do I do all this for? Pennies, and you. That means if you don't read everything I'm left with just the pennies. And a deep sense of shame. Don't do that to me, OandU faithful.

this wouldn't have happened on posh's watch

I know this happened a week ago, but I had to put it someone else: did Vanessa Bryant custom design this Mrs. Claus meets the All-Stars jersey dress with the intention of giving herself a literal firecrotch? Or is this just the kind of happy accident we can expect from a woman who accepts diamonds in exchange for wifely clemency?

it wasn't supposed to end this way, oc

You: not even entirely through a fourth season. Me: two episodes behind and too busy to watch your series (SERIES!!) finale. We were supposed to grow old and gray together, OC.  We were supposed to get rich and go insane and waste our fortunes tracking Jimmy Cooper's schooner while the ghosts of Marissa, Johnny and Caleb  chased us to the ends of the earth. We were going to fight in cages and burn down houses and reminisce about doing it in mail trucks and set our mothers up with old coots named after artillery. And now...all is lost.

Ah well. We can always reminisce. In fact, lets.

After the jump, enjoy a link-filled retrospective on OandU and The OC. The end of an era. Weep, weep.

heroic comedy

Seeing as they're now introducing Heroes who can...wait for it...IM with their mind, this new video from Employee of the Month might just cross the line from parody to prophecy.

Like I said before, we're new to this, so thoughts are appreciated.

seeking home in a heartwarming drama

This morning, on my way into work, I couldn't help but notice a five year old boy playing in the gravel outside our office. "Interesting", I thought, "he's never been there before" (and secondarily: "gravel can't be all that fun"). Oh well. I continued into the building and proceeded with my usual bagel-toasting, coffee-sugaring routine. When I came out of the kitchen, I was surprised to find the boy was now playing in our lobby. He smiled and waved sheepishly. Hello.

Confused, I asked around to see if any of my coworkers could claim this curly-haired imp. Nope. Not theirs.

This got me wondering: was this boy here to teach us a lesson? Was he our silent Meredith Grey hand-holder, our pre-teen Logan Echolls romantic, our McBeal baby? Yes! We were supposed to band together and find his parents, learning valuable things about ourselves and each other along the way. We would bond via our do-goodery, and that would be a damn fine day of work.

Or...wait. Oh God, was I optimistically misinterpreting the boy's presence? He could be a creepy harbinger of doom out of The Ring or The Ring 2 or any other horror movie American studios have stolen from Japan in the last ten years. Panic. If he's allowed to dream or draw anything prophetic in the office we're all doomed, do-gooders or not.

Suddenly, a man appeared in the doorway. Was he here to commend us for thoughtfully taking care of a child, or kill us? As I braced for the worst, the kid finally spoke: "Dad!".  I opened my eyes. I was safe. We all were. He was just a regular five year old boy. And it was just a regular day at work.

Sigh. I don't know if I'm comforted by that, or disappointed. I was really looking forward to a goofy road-trip.

lazy day cheney

Sometimes I see a Cheney picture and I love it beyond what any clever words can say. Such is the case with this picture below. The evil is there, for sure, but there's something else expressed in his eyes as well...Insanity? Rage? Insane Rage?

What's Cheney saying to you?

Some further laziness, in the form of linkage:

Megan's recaps on Pop Culture Junkies: American Idol-Hollywood Week, Day One, Veronica Mars, American Idol- Hollywood Week Day Two

So many thoughts about Fox News' "conservative Daily Show" that nothing more can or should be said until it becomes necessary to communicate its merciful removal from the airwaves.

Late on this one, but, umm...go Joe Rogan. Not since Newsradio have I felt this kind of goodwill towards you. Use it wisely.

This article about Bush getting two moles removed from his face lends itself to so many half-baked joke ideas about them having been, like, the angel and devil on his shoulder. Or maybe that's just me.

I totally hope that Britney is actually in rehab. And that "rehab" is now a code word for "time machine that can bring her back to when, I swear to god, she was totally awesome". It was maybe...2000?

Have an excellent three-day weekend, folks. Working for a British company means I'll be around on Monday. As you can imagine, they care little for our presidents.

a little valentine's day love from employee of the month

Based on this post from a while back, Employee of the Month put together the following video, our first venture into the oversaturated world of internet comedy. It seems timely, given the day:

Let me know what you think!