The Talkies aren't gonna know what hit 'em!

I'm pretty sure you won't find a better movie combo than misogyny, grups, kiddie books about beavers, a Deerhoof score and Martin Freeman.

Dedication

She not only kept her lovely figure, she's added so much to it.

I think I've just found some sweet new dance moves for my collection.

You're so beautiful, you could be an air hostess in the '60's.

Fandango's sister, Esmerelda, jaunted from JFK to Dublin a few weeks ago, courtesy of Aer Lingus, and made what she believes to be an exceptionally astute observation: that I bare a striking resemblance to not one, not two, but ALL of the aircraft's stewardesses. We're talking she entered double-take territory, and remained there for most of the flight.

As the daughter of an International sexy stew, I find this monstrously offensive. And by offensive I mean a total ego booster. Of course, when Fandango tried to pop my daydream bubble by telling me Esmerelda meant wavy haired, freckled skin, and rosy cheeks that were either from too much rouge or (more likely) too much booze, I wouldn't hear it...



Speaking of flights, the Conchords have taken off, be sure to catch them. They've got accents. They make me chuckle. In a seductive air hostess kind of way, and by seductive air hostess I mean I probably snorted when I laughed, just like I did when I saw this:

Your first mistake Danny, was saving my life.

In the immortal words of CA: "i know he's only 19 buuuutt can i have him?" We'll all be members of the Michael Cera fan club soon enough.



Clark and Michael



Superbad