It’s the weekend again, as evidenced by the fact that I’m not at that horrible place where I go to feel my spirit slowly strangled to death for forty excruciating hours per week (just kidding work is awesome). It also means that it’s time for another Year Book Weekend Wrap-Up™! Yay! Okay, let’s get this shit over with.
Meathead drops another nuke on Marilyn Manson and in the process chalks up another reason why the washed up shock-rocker should be referred to simply as “Hiroshima” from now on. Read up on Mrs. Manson’s bummer time aka “the studio” pulled the plug on his Lewis Carroll biopic! Wah!
Meathead drops the BOMB on Weezer. The obviously-40 Rivers Cuomo met “Hurley” (a.k.a. Jorge Garcia from Lost) at some spacetime-warpingly lame party somewhere recently, and decided it would not only make for a hilarious story to tell his preteen Asian girlfriends, but the dude’s name “Hurley” would be a totally epic title and cover for another one of his famous batches of embarrassing songs.
Apparently the powers that be decided that it would be my job to judge the contest entries for that Color Russell Brand contest we ran a while back. Well, let me back up for a second: Apparently we ran a Color Russell Brand contest a while back, and I’ve been chosen to judge the entries for some reason.
As you can see, Rachelle is not a gold-digger, since it specifically states on her website that Rachelle is not a gold-digger. Not that any of you were thinking she’s a gold-digger, and I most certainly was not saying she’s a gold-digger, but just so we’re clear here, anyone that says Rachelle Short Spector is a gold-digger is flat out wrong.
I must confess I was hesitant to listen to the two How To Destroy Angels songs that are currently available online. After being subjected to the cruel horrors of Paul McCartney’s Wings as a small child, I rank “listening to husband-and-wife bands” just underneath “trimming Della Reese’s toenails with my teeth” on my list of things to get excited about. But, despite the fact that husband-and-wife bands have never, ever been a good idea, ever, this is Trent Reznor we’re talking about.
Not content to share the spotlight with drummer/only other band member Brian Viglione, she went from Amanda Palmer of The Dresden Dolls to Amanda Palmer THE STAR. How does one make such a transition? By acting like a star!
Meathead changes Brian Warner’s name to Hiroshima with this massive nuke of a post. Hey Manson, game over DORK!
Dave & Ug Get Wise to the Myriad Wonders and Infinite Headaches of the 3-D Motion Picture Experience
Hi, I’m Meathead. Sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve posted something here, but I’ve been pretty busy lately. You know how it seems like lately everyone in L.A. has a rooster in...
No sooner does Conan start getting his shit packed up to move out to L.A. than the announcement comes that – don’t worry, America – Jay Leno’s not going anywhere! That’s like getting remarried, then on your wedding night telling your new wife that your ex is still going to be coming by every morning to make breakfast.
There are almost as many varying opinions on what happens after death as there are mullets at Wal-Mart. Some people think the good people go to “chillax” with the Lord while the bad people...