Daily View, 7/14

What is that, every day this week? Damn, I'm getting good at this (or better at procrastinating).

• Love this shirt: Karma


• Oh, of all the... Having grown up without umbrellas (hippie religious parents: "If it's raining, God wants you to get wet!"), this freaks me out (double the potential for eye injury!). Having been socially ingrained with a hearty disgust for PDA, this makes me roll my eyes. Having no one to share such a device with, this causes me to turn slightly green and taste a little of my own bile: Cupid's Double Umbrella


• Um, what?? Atlas Shrugged, the movie, starring Angelina Jolie (!!)


• One of the things I dealt with in a professional capacity today was this "fur-free" tweezer set, pushed by a non-profit client of ours as a fundraising item for those poor Canadian seals who keep getting bludgeoned to death by assholes. Now, how exactly a set of tweezers really helps our small furry friends is a mystery to me, though points for the (very likely unintended) irony. Meanwhile, if you want to know more about the seal protest, visit www.protectseals.org. And if you'd also care to explain to me why anyone would name a website eyeslipsface.com (the above tweezer site), I'd love to hear it.


• Woah. Two-faced kitten meows in unison.


• You know, at first I thought the whole idea of a home urinal was gross (what's next, Martha Stewart urinal cakes?), but really, why not. Settles the whole seat argument and provides a nice novelty item for dinner-party conversation.


• Awesome iron-ons. I dig. Granted, I bought that stupid Parcel iron-on bag when it came out two years ago and had to take it home to my mother over the holidays and get her to iron the stupid unicorns and lightening bolts onto the bag for me. Why? Because my grup ass doesn't own an iron.


• Free burritos!


• Ok, I am not a porn girl. Sure, I respect the fact that men are visual and like to look at fake breasts, and sure, you can't swing a dead cat around the internet without running into nekkid pixxx, but I'm talking about actual filmed porn. I have almost zero experience with it—it just hasn't crossed my path very much. In fact, I've only ever watched about ten minutes of a real honest-to-goodness porno, and that was over a decade ago in mixed company at a friend's apartment. Thankfully, the other girl there gave me an easy out by declaring that she was about to vomit and proceeding to flee the scene. The only thing I took away from that experience was a forced acceptance of Traci Lords' bonafide superstardom (that's the whole reason we were watching in the first place—Jerry wanted to prove something) and a dim impression that watching other people fuck is kinda violent and gross. My point? Apparently there is a a whole world of porn out there—even pirate-themed porn—and I am missing out. Fascinating. Maybe I'll become a porn connoisseur. Ok, probably not, but I'll read anything online and therefore enjoyed the article (hey, I get the Wired feed—it came to me).


• I'm sorry, but the Brits are right: non-traditional Kit-Kats are freaky and not worth bothering with.


• I love that Ted McGinley and That 70s Show are so tied to the whole concept of jumping the shark.


• Sweet lord, am I glad I stayed away from Little Buddha! Slate has an interesting review of Keanu Reeves. Not his movies... just him. Totally worth reading for the clips and for sentences like "Like the self in Buddhist philosophy, Keanu is less a person than an empty place-holder."


• 'Bout time, that place was a dump. They're redoing the hotel that inspired Fawlty Towers. Like any properly anglophilic kid, I have been to this hotel in Torbay and to the fake one in actual Torquay that looks like a Taco Bell. Yeah, ok, maybe if I watched more porn I wouldn't be this geeky.