Lovely blogger LaRainbow recently blogged about The Best Of YouTube, a site that does exactly what it says on the tin. One of the videos features is the rather brilliantly named 'Firefox has encountered a problem with Windows', which....well, watch and see.
If, like me, you quite liked the Twilight movie in a teenage fangirly way, but wished that Bella had been a little less passive and mumbly and more kick-ass, then you're in for a treat.
This brilliant mashup video shows what might have happened had Edward Cullen tried his intense-starey, slow-talkin' shtick on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Watch and learn, Stephenie Meyer, watch and learn:
I bet you can't watch that video without singing. (I can't even watch it without imagining myself doing high kicks and pirouettes but that's another story). Yes, the video is shoddy, but damn it was a good film with the best soundtrack ever. And if you're free on Sunday, you can join Denise Van Outen in her Fame re-enactment in central London. There's nothing about this event that doesn't make me smile.
Guess what I saw on the pavement the other day. WHITE DOG POO! "Good lord," thought I. "I know there's a 1980s revival going on, but some people are really taking it TOO FAR!"
But I was wrong. The white dog poo artists (that's what they are, let me believe it, don't spoil it for me) weren't going far enough - as this fabulous video shows.
It "mashes up" (that's a very futuristic term, isn't it? I might try using it again, after I've partied like it's 1999) dance footage from seminal 1980s bratpack movies Footloose, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club and Mannequin and puts it all to the lovely strains of Lisztomania by Phoenix.
Hurrah for the 1980s! Now, make me a SodaStream, would you? I've got to finish this Rubik's Cube and iron my ra-ra skirt before Miami Vice comes on.
They say (whoever 'they' are) that a sneeze is one-seventh of an orgasm. Which seems a bit random really, like saying one pea is about one-twelfth of an artichoke.
But I digress. Some rapscallion with a thousand-frames-per-second camera came up with the idea of filming people sneezing, from the first tickle to the final, er, ejaculation, then sloooowwwwiiing down the playback. Check it out. What does it remind you of?
It did contain the lyric 'every day we studied pie-eating'. Or at least I thought it did. Turns out it was 'every day we start a fighting'.
My version is way better.
Anyway, if you were curious about Eurovision but couldn't stomach the idea of three hours of live coverage on a Saturday night, you're in luck! Follow us over the jump to watch the Dollymix Eurovision Highlights 2009.
Sometimes I sit down and wonder what I could have achieved in my life by now if I wasn't constantly becoming distracted by the massive time gobbler known as the Internet. I love the Internet. I love the weird distractions it manages to throw in your direction, mostly when it is Sunday afternoon and you've got a feature to file by 9am the next morning. Instead of being good, making myself a cup of tea and actually getting down to some work yesterday, I managed to get bogged down in what is arguably one of the best blogs I've seen in ages, the rather amazing Sexy People.
This morning, as I was searching Google for the lyrics of Wet Wet Wet's "Love is All Around" (don't ask), a little advertisement popped up on my screen, which stated that if I texted in to their number, quoting the keyword "NAME", then I would be supplied with the first initial of my future husband. "Oh, joy!" thought I. finally, I was to be supplied with the answers I have been searching for for so long. Should I stay true to my darling boyfriend, or should I act on my secret crush? To whom was I to be ultimately united in matrimony? And all for just £4.50!
With my thumbs poised tentatively over the number pad, I began composing my message. "Dear Jamster", it read. "Please can you tell me..." and then, something in my mind clicked (okay, so I was never actually going to text in, but just go with it for the sake of story telling) and seriously... This stuff, I know, is meant to be targeting bored, naive teenagers, but shit, are they even this stupid? Even at 13 I'm pretty sure I never would have believed that something like this could be based on fact (I am, at this point, going to ignore the hours spent in my youth, trying to work out how compatible me and Nick Torry were using that cross off the letters in your name, add them up and work it out system, which, given the fact I used to average about 87%, I can confirm, is WILDLY inaccurate).