Top Chef Vegas Finale: Two Bros One Cub
Another season down, another book’s worth of words written for Eater on a show about a cooking competition. Though it is the BEST show about a cooking competition. If you have literally days to kill, the whole season’s recaps are here.
Read ALL of these and witness the greatness that is Max Silvestri.
Jesus Christ, sometimes the insane circle jerkiness of Tumblr just makes me want to hack into someone’s account and scream “There’s more to life than this! Like Golden Girls reruns and Thai food and buying fucking Uggs when you swore you never would!”
And please, please stop talking about how obnoxious other people’s “entitlement” is if you have ever contributed to any of the following sites:
- Any Gawker Media entity
- Animal NY
- Blackbook
- Condé Nast
- Time Inc.
- Mediaite
There really are those of us out here who truly do not give two shits about your Tumblr-to-book deal or lack thereof, or how brilliant the Altarcations entry was this week or how that new media orgy of a party was and how omg you haven’t had a day off in forever because you secretly actually really enjoy what you do.
You do that, and maybe I won’t write another entry about how cock-suckingly narcissistic and (GASP) entitled that whole group has become.
To the rest of you (aka, all of my friends who don’t follow any of this and read this Tumblr because of my awesome gasp of the aforementioned Golden Girls reruns) I apologize
Good writing gets around, so this should be a book in a matter of days.
Now you can say it, Foster: SHOTS FIRED! More, please.
Curbed left off this list. Phew!
Speaking of classy.
Nothing says “everything-my-father-says-about-me-is-true-even-though-I-deny-it” like a gritty, trashy photoshoot for Muse.
Spell it out now people, C-L-A-S-S-Y. I knew when I found this gem a few weeks back that the possibility for a shitshow was alarmingly high. Can’t say these dudes lack follow through.
Pete, in hi-def. 30 Rock.
My God, that looks like Nino Schibetta from “Oz.”
That is a stunningly accurate observation. Look it up TV nerds.
I am Ryan Bingham.
“Up in the Air” is a wonderful, depressing little film that I’ll be recommending to all. Favorite film this year, leagues above pics like “The Hurt Locker” and “Up.”
It’s official, I need to see this film.
Though, even if it’s brilliant, it still doesn’t mean that I have to like Jason Reitman. Not trying to alienate anyone, but the dude seems like a tool. Still can’t get over that Juno best dir nom.
File Under: Not surprising.
Also, this article goes on to say nothing else, which begs the question:Why are 90% of stories on HuffPo written like this (and subsequently suck)? Kind of makes you wonder about this.
While toiling away in Bobst library today, trying to write screenplay pages and listening to “God Only Knows” on repeat, I stumbled upon greatness. Sex symbol/General Hospital superstar James Franco is apparently in the building (or someone is a lame, wannabe fuck) and to kick it up a notch, he’s sharing his iTunes library! What sort of greatness lies within the digital halls of Franco’s hard drive?
Only five people a day get to find out. “You cannot connect to this users library because it only accepts five users per day. Try back later.” It’s confirmed, certified douche.
Updates to follow, if I ever get in there (which is consequently what James Franco said when…forget it, dude always gets in there).
“We started our research seeking men in their 20s who had never consumed pornography,” said Professor Simon Louis Lajeunesse. “We couldn’t find any.”
Yep, sounds about right. I’d say we’re on the “fall” end of the spectrum.
