"THE SIMSONS. IM BART, OFFICAL BART. REAL. MY DAD HOMTRE AND MAM IS MAGRE. BABY AND GIRL SITSER ARE OTHERS. BART SIMSON. OFFICAL YUGOSLAVIA SIMSON. THE SUMSONS."
Tweets.
This parody account flamed out after a few feverish months. "Bart Borat," the anonymous author described it as, before turning on his "geek" followers, and turning the account into a much meaner, personally directed parody of a saccharine, mawkish deaf motivational speaker's tweets ("I Respect Females").
Showing posts with label Looseness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Looseness. Show all posts
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
What Happens in Vagueness Stays in Vagueness by Clark Whelton
Source.
My friend Sophie posted this on Facebook. While I get that the argument is that of the grammatical imperialist throwing up his hands before the neigh victorious barbarians (usage is bad! the empire declines!) the thing also reads like a stylistic points guide to mumblecore.
My friend Sophie posted this on Facebook. While I get that the argument is that of the grammatical imperialist throwing up his hands before the neigh victorious barbarians (usage is bad! the empire declines!) the thing also reads like a stylistic points guide to mumblecore.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Revenge of the Virgins
Clearly Ed Wood does not set out to create or encourage Art. The films are scantly even commercial B-fair: perverse, idiosyncratic enough likely to irritate the audience of titillation-seekers who would naturally be his, did they not generally require a semantically more even-keeled thrill. With this in mind, here is a badly executed western with one glaring, additional gimmick: the "indians" are, to a person, topless showgirls. There's even a blond one!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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