Daily View, 6/28

I have so many links stored up to post that I'm going to have to break this up into installments... sigh.

• Peter Benchley died???


• "Dear diary, why do they always focus on my early work?" Um, because the early work was better (ahem, Blade Trinity??? WTF was she thinking? She's lucky her Party Girl star has remained untarnished, for chrissake). Poor Parker Posey.


• John Cusack is not 40. I refuse to accept it, regardless of documentation. Show me some ID, Lloyd. Sigh. (Actually, Lloyd is not my favorite Cusack character. I think I prefer Hoops—though, I admit, it's been a while since I've viewed the Hughes-era catalogue and have been in a position to properly choose).


• Transformers: The Movie is generating lots of hype and resurrected viewing opportunities. Personally, I loved Transformers, but not as much as I loved Voltron. Come on, trucks that turn into robots is not nearly as cool as multiple lions that turn into one giant robot with bishies AND a princess inside?? No contest.


• Glad the 80s are resurfacing in every way possible—even Tab is back in a new supercharged form. (Did I ever drink Tab? No. But did I imagine myself drinking Tab someday when I was grown up and sophisticated and out of my parents healthy hippie house in a world where soft drinks flowed freely? Absolutely.)


• A trail of rainbow fire, eh? Superman must've just flown over. Yeah, ok, that was catty and wrong, but c'mon, Superman is totally gay. That said, that's the coolest rainbow I've ever seen (and I am something of a connoisseur—on planes, especially. Is rainbowspotting a word that can be used in a straight context? Probably not, alas).


• Why Religion Must End. Oh, and I Believe In Science, in case you didn't already know.


• Goths, get thee to the Magic Kingdom...


• I just like the word zoomorphic. But the animals are pretty damn cool too...


• As a night owl, I dig this shirt. But not enough to shell out all internationally inflated cash for it. My trusty mug will have to do me.


• Hm. If I grilled (and I do not), this would be my grill of choice. Why? Because it's pretty. Fuck off.


• Now why couldn't they have bothered to invent the magic Ramen cap when I was in college and actually living on the stuff?


• I love that Christopher Walken can scare even children who had bit parts in Underworld:Evolution. He rocks my world, even if he does love Jesus.


• Damn it, Darwin's tortoise has died. Seriously, this is like the last living Confederate widow of the animal kingdom. I actually choked up when I read this the first time. Sigh.


• More spam poetry: Light me with your little candle,At the doorways of the West-Wind,Go to wait and watch beside it;V... And the best spam subject line I've ever received: 'Ay, after her!' cried the vulgar women below, carried suddenly into.


• Nice idea. Now give me a round trip shirt that doesn't involve Chicago, for chrissake. Nevermind, I'll just make my own on Spreadshirt. If I'm ever that motivated, which I probably won't be.


• Damn, so very, very true: "There is no movie more overrated in recent history than Napoleon Dynamite; it's to cinema what the Doors are to rock and roll, a thing blindly and inexplicably championed as if it were a religion above being blasphemed by nonbelievers." But poor Jack Black: ""he rivals Will Ferrell in his desire to use his man tits to elicit cheap titters." (Nacho Libre stank, btw). All from the Village Voice.


• If I used a doormat (and I do not), this would be my doormat of choice. Why? Because I like bunnies. Fuck off.


• This is wrong. Though in these days of Britney, maybe it's passable. Yuck, though.


• The Gilded Moose is rocking my world lately (maybe because they've finally toned down the perplexing Gyllenhaal worship): see here (it's true, the house was the best part of both What Lies Beneath AND Something's Gotta Give), here, here (Maybelline is always right on), here, here, here, here, and here.


• More on the new Ether thing...


• I swear I saw the words Billy Joel Shampoo.

To be continued...