This has been one of the longest weeks in living memory. I can’t even remember what a weekend feels like at this point, but I have about 258 minutes to kill before I find out. Here’s some e-bumpf to help you kill your countdown:
Tattoos. I do love them but I’m too indecisive to get one myself yet (what? where? why?), but here’s some inky skin sporting literary quotes and library love. Fancy spending some time on a houseboat on steroids? Then this is for you. Here’s a terrifying video of a family watching a massive sandstorm in Aus. You know that film ‘Snakes on a Plane’? Here it is in real life. My new favourite twitter feed is @ExtraGrumpyCat, who is not ‘Tard the Cat’ but still very funny:
‘If Lindsay Lohan made it through her cracked-out bleached-blonde lesbian jailbird phase, you can make it through tomorrow.’
The NY Times did a really interesting article about the Lindsay Lohan/Bret Easten Ellis film ‘The Canyons’ (‘an an upcoming erotic thriller neo-noir’ according to Wiki). Speaking of terrible attempts at erotica, Fifty Shades is being release as hardback in time for Valentines Day. This review is the best thing to come out of that whole mess (I’ve read the first book of the trilogy – 600 pages of the worst writing I’ve ever encountered, and I’ve done a LOT of slushpile reviewing). And finally here’s a photo I took in central London of some bizarre half-wrecked posters of Batman wearing a moustache and Catwoman not looking too please about it. Happy Friday.
**Update. I am working late. I will be working even later. We have wine and ACDC is on the radio, so it’s not all bad…