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I was watching the Graham Norton Show on BBC America this Saturday (right after Ashes to Ashes) when Graham Norton revealed he ordered a look-alike robot doll from Japan. The on button location – just wrong and funny at the same time. And who knew that Gillian Anderson had an English accent? Speaking of Anderson, the latest Doctor Who hype surrounds the possibilty of her playing the Rani, an evil Time Lord.
Warning: some scenes definitely NSFW. Also, a few other scenes not safe for the stomach.
In the past, I’ve had my students watch this movie. It’s a school-friendly documentary and it’s easy to create class discussions and writing assignments based on it. During one class, one student even got into it by bringing some McDonald’s take-out to the viewing. No, he didn’t bring enough for everyone.
I showed the movie in my class several semesters until I got burnt out on it. Now, I pass the joy onto you, on Hulu.Com for your viewing pleasure.
Warning: Do not watch the video if you’re offended by talk about body parts, etc.
Gotta love public access TV and the people who broadcast on them. YouTube’s more or less supplanted that, but somewhere, there’s someone out there who’s captured some of the most whacked out moments on tape and then share it with the rest of us. Tamika shared this vid on Facebook, but it’s been around for a while.
Alexyss K. Tylor pontificates on the penis, which seems to start out ok, but quickly becomes an incoherent rant where she more or less repeats the same thing (she seems to have an obsession about rectums). Mainstream relationship experts like to trot out their credentials if available, but she has no degree. However, Tylor has “masters degree in being played by men, used by men, told everything I want to hear…”
Needless to say, not safe for work at all. This clip is a trainwreck for sure, one where you can’t stop laughing either. Funny thing is that Tylor’s guest/cohost/? (who doesn’t get in a word edge-wise) says she’s got to “stay prayed up… keep standing in the Lord.”
My online version of my MFA creative writing afterlife. So much for the afterglow.
