Just wanted you to know that we've just added a new article--Hulagan sent in a set of Uninformed College Football Picks to complement our sports fluff section. And she gets an extra thanks from me for not being in too much of a turkey-related haze to send in her article.
Some of you may be shopping today. That is because you are insane.
If, however, you're just chilling and reading UberFluff, then we have a few new things, despite the limited holiday posting. Namely, there's the Uninformed Football Picks for the weekend, as well as a new Daily Fluff. And if you haven't yet seen them, there are always our updates on the latest episodes of Top Chef and Heroes.
I'll be back in the world of broadband internet on Monday and regular posting will resume then. Hope you're all having a good weekend.
Sorry for the dearth of updates Wednesday. After a long evening on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, I am now updating via dial-up, which is a long and painful experience, akin to watching Rock of Love Charm School with your eyes taped open and Beethoven's Ninth playing in the background.
Anyway, we have a Top Chef update for you today, along with a new Fluff Five counting down favorite holiday treats. And there's always the Daily Fluff too.
We'll try to blog when we can, and I'll be sure to get my Uninformed Football Picks up on Friday too.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
I won't touch Gator6C's assertion that women aren't good judges of the relative hotness of other women, except to note that men aren't all that great at determining male sexual attractiveness either. Generally, they get too caught up in how tough or cool someone is and are mostly oblivious to other attributes.
Anyway, I get too fickle and distracted to have an official Top 5 Hottest Celebrities list, but off the top of my head, I think it would have to include:
Daniel Craig's James Bond. Very specific here. Daniel Craig is super, super hot as James Bond. On the other hand, his hotness was greatly diminished in some of his other movies. So as long as we're talking James Bond, he's a strong contender for the #1 spot.
Josh Holloway (Sawyer from Lost). Jack lovers are deluded. Sawyer has the bad-boy-with-a-heart thing going and great hair.
Brad Pitt. Totally cliche, and he's sunk a few spots due to his annoying tendency to believe that people care about his opinion on world affairs, but still ridiculously good looking.
Patrick Rafter. A retired tennis player. Trust me. Just do a Google Image Search.
Hmmm. I'll have to give some thought to who deserves that other spot. I used to give it to Owen Wilson, just because he was the only guy that me and 3 friends could all agree was attractive. But I'm not sure that he could still win that vote. And for awhile, it was Oscar De La Hoya, but he was married to that bimbo who married Travis Barker and did that reality show, and that really sunk his stock with me.
First, let me point out one fact: Women usually don't have a clue about which women are actually hot.
With that said, I totally agree that Fergie has a butter face, (without makeup you would be scared). In addition, her songs are retarded.
My top Five (in no particular order) and the reasons they make the list:
Cindy Crawford - Umm . . . pretty obvious. She's a supermodel and smart.
Salma Hayek - Best Cans in the Universe. Period.
Rihanna - Best looking black girl (replacing Halle Berry). Hot without the batshit crazy
Heidi Klum - German, hot, sexy--she is the Porsche of chicks
Jenna Jameson - Before she got sickly skinny and started looking like an AIDS victim. (After all, you have to have one super-slut on the list.)
Honorable Mention: Alyssa Milano - I had a super crush on her when I was a kid. She's the number one reason why I liked Charmed--right up to the point when she butchered her hair.
My earlier mention of fast food on the road had me thinking about the fast food that I actually look forward to when I'm travelling. For example, there's a White Castle near my Mother-in-Law's house in Ohio that is the only place I ever get to feed any White Castle cravings. (I know they have those frozen burgers, but it's just not the same. And if I accidentally end up watching Harold and Kumar late at night, I almost always start jonesing for a White Castle burger.) And there's a Sonic by my parent's house for my Cherry Limeade and tater tot needs. I really, really miss Bojangles though. Not that I need an excuse to go visit my friends in the South, but the fact that they have Bojangles too has me thinking that I really need to start planning that trip asap.
Sure, it's not exactly the French Laundry, but there's a nice greasy enjoyment to be found in some fast food. Heck, one of the most comforting meals on earth for me is a quarter pounder, large fries, and giant fountain coke when I'm so hungover that I can barely move. It's like medicine for a drinking binge.
Yes, for me and about a trillion other Americans, it's Road Trip Week. Hooray!
Or maybe not so much. I'm not sure what happened, but somewhere along the line, road trips really lost a lot of their zing. Maybe I'm getting old and fogeyish. Maybe it's because the Pennsylvania Turnpike during Thanksgiving week is the 10th circle of hell. Or maybe it's because my Ipod is stuck on the menu screen and won't play any music. Who knows?
Though one thing I can still get excited about is the exploration of the junk food of the American landscape. Nothing like a long drive to help you discover that Roy Rogers is still in existence and that it's still a mistake to eat a hot dog from a gas station. Frankly, I'm always a little disappointed when I see that the rest stops have upgraded to having Starbucks and Cinnabons. I kind of prefer the adventure of having to choose between eating at a Long John Silver's or something called "The Original New York Deli." (Yeah, I'm sure I'm going to get an authentic corned beef sandwich here at a rest stop in Breezewood, Pennsylvania.)
Good Morning. Today, we have a new update for our Issues with Heroes. And Hulagan has posted a new Fluff Five about movie catchphrases that need to be retired.
And in case you missed it earlier, there's our Second Opinion column about people who need lots of cuddling, and our Generic Video Game Quest.
We're also thinking about a new TV show to add to our "Issues" series. So if you have any suggestions, let us know.
Every time I try to get out, they pull me back in.
I've gotten sucked back into World of Warcraft because of the new expansion. I've been trying out the new DeathKnight class, and it's pretty cool. And apparently there's no such thing as a stupid looking DeathKnight weapon. They're all pretty sweet.
In all, I give it 4 Leroy Jenkins out of 5.
I have a huge weakness for trash TV. Or, more specifically, reality trash TV. For me, there's something incredibly compelling about watching people humiliate themselves before a national audience.
I'm not talking about Fear Factor eat-a-pig-testicle stuff here, though I won't argue that those kinds of things can be a bit degrading. What I'm thinking about are the contests and documentary-style things where people's own personalities or ambitions are the source of the squirming--though occasionally there's a judge to help out. Things like Bridezillas. It boggles the mind that with a television camera right there in the room, women are still willing to be be nasty, vidictive, petty tyrants. (It also makes me wonder where they find these guys who are willing to put up with them. I've never met a man who would willingly swallow the abuse that some of these brides dish out. Did I miss a meeting or something where women were supposed to learn about how to get away with being an immense b*tch?)
But the worst of all has got to be that Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader show. (I think it's called Making the Team.) Not so much for the contestants themselves, who mostly jump around being peppy and stressing about the next round of cuts. What really takes this show over the edge is the team of women who make the cuts and run the team, and who make Hillary Clinton seem warm and cuddly by comparison. These constestants are all attractive, fit young women (you know, cheerleader types), but I've seen them told to lose weight, fix their looks, get in better shape, not be so dumb, etc., etc. It's almost painful to watch.
And yet I do watch. It's like I can't look away. (And yes, I love seeing Simon Cowell rip people up on American Idol too. It's possible that I'm just not very nice sometimes.)
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