the return of the ginger

I was so sad because we haven't had a proper ginger in ages. I like to think this guy is a cross between everyone's favorite lesbian, Rojo Caliente, and Gnarls Barkley.

Hurrah for punnet squares!

yummo

I thought I'd bring a little love into the world today.

After days of dissection in the lab (we were lucky enough to open up a rat right before lunch yesterday), I vowed never to go near food again. But, mes amis qui sont à Rome happened upon genital pasta yesterday. Within the same vein (ew gross... ughh why am I cursed with such a dirty mind), The Vanguard recently reported that the school has no money and we need to stop wasting food and so on. I realize this isn't the same thing as a food shortage, but Paul and company should send us a couple bags of this stuff our way. You know. As a precaution.

Photo blatantly stolen from Kendrick [link]. I know that link won't work for you, but I do try to give credit to my sources.

speaking of magical journeys

...No, not that sort of magical journey. Though if there are some delicious shrooms abounding, I'm down. Actually the more I consider it, a line of magical white fairy dust and what I'm going to tell you about will go perfectly together. It will be a match made in crackhead heaven (you know it's true when it's got the Courtney Love crack stamp of approval).

Anycracky, here's the trailer for the new Harry Pothead Potter film. It's an okay trailer, the first one was omgvoldemort! super dramatic and this is a bit more chilled out. I mean it's still got too many special effects, Dark Marks, Quidditch, and makin' out, but more importantly it's got WONNIKINS. Based solely upon this clip, I'm looking forward to seeing my favorite ginge, Ron Weasley under a loooove potion. Yeah, I forgot that happened in the book too, but hot dayumm.

celeste is a genius

I knew that Patrick Wolf existed because I heard a while ago that he got beat down for being a simple gay man trying to make out with his boyfriend at a Madonna concert. He took to Electroqueen (dayumm) and in an interview moaned that,

"They just didn't like the fact that I was in hot pants and a sequined hoodie and having a good time."

This explains several things. First and foremost, of course, this is why Celeste likes Madonna... because it's the only place she can wear her sequined Banana Slugs tee and Steelers hot pants and not get stared at. I suspect that Celeste was already aware that you can get ass at these things (er, not Madge's steroid ass, but... you know, dinosaur ass possibly. I'd like to believe there is love for us all out there.)
Anyway, I never really cared about Mr Wolf, here, until I decided to Google image him and realized that he's British, crazy, flamboyantly gay, and most importantly, (albeit fake) GINGER.
So much love.

Bonus!

ginger alert

If you can believe that reliable source known as the News of the World (the Fox News of gossip blogs), apparently Chelsy Davy has broken up with my beloved ginger, Prince Harry, after dealing with his nonsense for five years.

I'm okay with this because if he needs his royal sceptre polished in some sort of sketchy rebound relationship, he should give me a call. Speaking of which, is it weird that I think Harry is attractive? I mean, more than William even, who last I checked was sporting a beard a la the homeless in Central Square. Yeah, really attractive. I don't think I have anything against facial hair, it's just that you can't give up the hot. (I'm talking to you Joaquin Phoenix.)
Don't do it! Here's a video for insecure guys with stubble trouble. I hope it helps and you can thank the BBC personally for their informative videos on willy worries.

Anyway, Harry probably tops my list on the firecrotch scale, which I have spent a good deal of time thinking about (about the time it takes one node in the brain to send an electrical signal) and have even bothered to create a helpful list of ginger hotness from x to xxxxxxxxxxxxxx (reserved for Harry and also Fred/George and Ron Weasley).
I just hope Harry doesn't get it into his head to get a beard because it will be like wearing a chin warmer made of ginger pubes on his face.

hot dayumm

Heylo,
If you are expecting to read about my deep philosophical opinions on poetry, Ionesco and Sartre, and talk about important films or whatever, you can be assured that this is not the place to be.
It is highly possible, however, that I will mention things like my disappointment in Venetian art and apprehension about Mannerism, blue book essays on Camus, research on court life under Charles I, celebrated biology teacher and femme fatale Celeste Payne, hipster spotting at the MFA, and the fact that I am a crazy Anglophile with a deep appreciation for things from the 80's and 90's and gingers. But! it's only because I actually manage to weave these things quite easily into conversation.
I hope you can join me in this little experiment of life.
You know what I'm talkin bout.

Finally, if you woke up this morning wishing for an acid trip, but was sorely disappointed, I bring you a crazyass video, in which, I believe the lead singer is called Steve Strange. Too good. If I ever start a band, I would definitely go the Sex Pistols route and make up my name (I'm leaning towards Bunches McGinty... it's got a ring to it, like Sid Vicious).
I am actually shocked that I've never heard of Visage before when they are clearly carbon copies of Boy George but with less Raggedy Andy hair and more drugs and male prostitutes. This is the kind of shit even I could put together with Samwell, his flamboyant backup singers, bedsheets, and my mother's make-up. Sounds sexy, if not disturbing. You're welcome.