I know I post a lot of cheesecake pics. What can I say? I’m an insensitive jerk with a stunted capacity to experience genuine emotional connections with others.
So it falls to the great Theo Spark to find videos of hot ladies not just sitting around looking pretty but doing insanely cool athletic-type shizznit as well.
That’s some pretty amazing stuff. What makes it really amazing is how they’re basically taking it easy. They weren’t exactly racing. For them, that was just a nice relaxing practice run. For most of the rest of the world, what they did would be a white-knuckle teeth-clenched fear fest followed by a 25 mph face plant.
By the way, don’t try this shit at home. Or away from home. It’s dangerous and road-rash takes a long time to heal. Unless you like pulling chunks of asphalt out of your asscheek.
She is currently enjoying a trip overseas which has included a visit to London. But things have gone a little awry for jetsetter Bar Refaeli, who claims she was violated by a security officer at an airport.
The Israel supermodel tweeted about the ordeal to her fans, explaining that a female officer went a little too far with a routine patdown.
…’I got a security “patdown” by a woman at the airport that made me feel very uncomfortable and left no doubt about her sexual preferences,’ she wrote on the social networking site.
The article is sorta coy about what airport this occured in–I’m assuming it’s Heathrow or some other airport in Britain–so I dunno if we can file this under ‘Tales Of The Overzealous TSA”.
For purely diagnostic purposes, I’ll post a pic of Ms. Refaeli just to help us understand how this travesty of justice happened.
Malaika is a prominent model, actress and television host in the Bollywood scene. When MTV India was getting it’s start, she was one of that network’s first VJ’s. Since then, she has appeared in numerous advertisements, television programs and big budget Indian cinema. You can also read all about her Christmas plans (she’s Catholic) here.
Well, for a football season that almost didn’t happen, this year has been a helluva ride. The lockout might’ve put a scare into players, owners and fans, but once it was over the NFL put the rocky offseason behind it in short fashion. The 2011 Super Bowl winners, the Green Bay Packers, had a dominating 15-1 record only to lose in the second round of the playoffs. Teams like the Detroit Lions and the Oakland Raiders, who both have long histories of losing, were finally competitive and have potential to be strong in the future.
After a great season, it makes sense that this year’s Super Bowl is full of drama. The 2011-2012 edition of the New England Patriots features a high-powered offense led by All-Universe quarterback Tom Brady. Most teams have one fair to good tight ends. The Pats are blessed with two spectacular TE’s; Rob Gronkowski and Aaron Hernandez both had insanely productive seasons. Wes Welker is one of the more dangerous wide receivers in the NFL. As usual head coach Bill Belichick has his hydra-headed running back attack of Danny Woodhead, Benjarvus Green-Ellis and Stevan Ridley, which allows him to plug in three guys into the position and keep all of them rested.
What New England doesn’t have is a lock-down defense. With the exception of Vince Wilfork, there aren’t a lot of bona-fide stars on the Patriots’ defensive team. This is somewhat surprising, as Belichick made his NFL reputation as a defensive mastermind.
The New York Giants are in the Super Bowl, but at times during the year it was doubtful whether they’d make it to the playoffs. From mid-November to mid-December, the G-men lost five out of six games. During that swoon, head coach Tom Coughlin was allegedly headed for the unemployment line. Whispers of a rebuilding effort in the offseason were heard. Player grumblings and dissention was a factor. Instead of slouching towards a January tee time, the Giants rattled off five straight victories and turned what could’ve easily been an epic failure into a potential Super Bowl victory.
Emphasis on ‘potential’. In the Patriots, New York faces unique challenges. The Giants pass rush is a dangerous weapon that has proven that it can get to any quarterback in the league. However, stopping the run is not their strong suit. Even their pass defense has some holes. If the Giants aren’t putting pressure on the passer, their secondary can be overwhelmed and end up burned for big plays.
It looks like the Super Bowl will come down to the match-up between the Patriots offense versus the Giants defense. If the Giants are hitting and sacking Tom Brady, the Patriots are in for a long game. If Brady and Bellichik can mix in the run and pass and keep the Giants on their heels, the Patriots have the talent and weapons that could turn this game into a New England route.
I could also see special teams factoring in here. The Giants are not known for their great special teams play. Lawrence Tynes can hit a clutch field goal, but he doesn’t have the strongest leg on kick-offs. Even if New England doesn’t run back a kick-off for a touchdown, they could get serious yardage on kick-offs which would set up their offense on short fields. On the other hand, Bill Bellichik has been known to take risks if he thinks he can catch the other team off-guard. Fake punts, onside kicks; the whole gamut of trick plays could be possible in this match-up.
My long-running support of the New York Football Giants is hampering my normally completely fool-proof football prognostication skills [sarc/]. My heart wants the Gints to snag their second Super Bowl in four years. My head tells me that the Giants defense is superior to the Patriots defense, which should be enough to secure a New York victory. My pessimistic streak–located somewhere in my bunions–says that since everyone on the planet seems to be picking the Giants, New England could sneak out a victory.
I really don’t know about the game. I’m too much of a fan to really look at this objectively and make a pick. I do know that I like cheerleaders, though. Lots and lots of cheerleaders.
“Friends With Benefits” looks like a pretty interesting movie. But I thought Hollywood already put this movie out with Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman called “No Strings Attached”. Oh well.
La-La Land is a more egregious copycat league than the NFL. Remember the ’A Bug’s Life’/ ‘Antz’ goofiness back in the 90′s? The ‘FWB’/'NSA’ similarities are not all that shocking.
Oh well, here’s the trailer:
I dunno. Could be decent, but it probably won’t be. I know it’s Rated R, but that doesn’t mean much. It seems like it would be just a slightly more explicit chick flick. No thanks.
But Mila Kunis might be hot enough to change my angry overtestosteroned mind. Check it out.
See what I’m talkin’ about?
This isn’t my first post highlighting the intense gorgeousness of Mila Kunis, and I am absolutely positively sure it won’t be my last.
‘Cowboys and Aliens’ is an action-y western sci-fi film coming out on July 29th. There has been some favorable-sounding buzz about it for a while, but this is one of those movies where the concept is better than the flick itself. It feels like the the pitch for this went something like, “Cowboys are cool. Aliens are cool. Put ‘em together and you get double the coolness! Am I right? [nerdsnort/]“‘
Having said all that, the movie looks like it has a few things going for it. I liked Daniel Craig as James Bond and I think this kind of terse strong silent type of role suits his acting style. I’m kinda getting tired of Olivia Wilde’s douchey politics–her character on “House” is becoming an annoying liberal jilly one note–but damn if she doesn’t look hotter than the sun as usual. Most interesting, the trailer is full of promise.
What it seems like they’re doing is setting up the old ‘Mysterious stranger comes into town, promptly fucks the bad guy’s shit up’ story line. Then the aliens swoop in and make with the creepy abductions and explosive laser blasts and what-not, throwing the classic Western narrative thing they had going for a loop. As you’re watching this play out, you may have an idea of how the flick is supposed to resolve the conflict. At the same time you don’t know exactly how the movie is going to go because you don’t have a template in your head for a movie about cowboys dealing with outer space sci-fi stuff.
At least, that’s what it seems like they’re going for here. I could be wrong.
If they can pull that juxtaposition off, then they might have a really great movie on their hands.
Now, as I said before, Olivia Wilde is brain-meltingly sexxxy but I’m kinda meh about her lately. I’ve seen her character do a lot of stupid annoying crap on “House”. I don’t know why, but Wilde’s portrayal of Thirteen seems designed to make me think she’s the pretty girl who says dumb things and you’re supposed to humor her because she’s cute. Yawn.
So instead of posting pics of Olivia Wilde, let’s take a gander at one of the supporting characters from ”Cowboys and Aliens”. I give you the lovely Ana De La Reguera.
Listen. I know this is a lot of cheesecake, but you have to understand something. I’ve been writing about Anthony Weiner’s cock shot for the better part of a week. I had to post pics of a scantily clad hot chick or this blog was going to become gayer than a West Hollywood bathhouse.
Our new blog homie Sitting On The Edge Of The Sandbox brings us news on Asma al-Assad, the First Lady of Syria. Specifically, Vogue Magazine did a happy little profile on Chinless Bashar’s wife. There’s a lot of clap-trap to sort through in the Vogue piece, so I’ll just snag the quote Edge used.
In the Saint Paul orphanage, maintained by the Melkite–Greek Catholic patriarchate and run by the Basilian sisters of Aleppo, Asma sits at a long table with the children. [...]
Back in the car, I ask what religion the orphans are. “It’s not relevant,” says Asma al-Assad. “Let me try to explain it to you. That church is a part of my heritage because it’s a Syrian church. The Umayyad Mosque is the third-most-important holy Muslim site, but within the mosque is the tomb of Saint John the Baptist. We all kneel in the mosque in front of the tomb of Saint John the Baptist. That’s how religions live together in Syria—a way that I have never seen anywhere else in the world. We live side by side, and have historically. All the religions and cultures that have passed through these lands—the Armenians, Islam, Christianity, the Umayyads, the Ottomans—make up who I am.”
Wow. That’s a beautiful kumbaya moment. The open-mindedness on display here is heart-warming. Obviously, this statement of tolerance is of a piece with the mindset of the entire Assad Regime Hugs-n-Kisses Joy Boner Fun Zone.
Thousands of demonstrators in Syrian cities hit the streets after Friday prayers in another week of anti-government rallies, angry but largely peaceful outpourings of protest against the Bashar al-Assad regime.
The gatherings come as a prominent humanitarian watchdog group issued a report detailing “torture and ill-treatment” of protesters over the past month, and U.N. human rights experts released a statement deploring the crackdown on peaceful demonstrations.
…Detainees arrested during the protests told Human Rights Watch that officers from the intelligence services, or the Mukhabarat, beat them during arrests and in detention. They saw beatings of dozens of detainees, including children, and “heard screams of people being beaten.”
See? Just like I said. There is so much tolerance going on in Syria that it hurts.
Knowing just how brutal and repressive the Assad kleptocracy is, why the hell is Vogue Magazine doing puff pieces on Bashar’s wife? I don’t recall Vogue doing multipage interviews with Saddam Hussein’s wives. What gives here?
Well, for one thing, Asma al-Assad speaks English. In fact, she was born and raised in England after her family emigrated out of Syria. For the multi-culti leftism of an Anna Wintour-run magazine, it’s a big help that Syria’s dictatorette talks the same language as the interviewer.
But that’s just a side benefit. The main reason why Asma gets the softball treatment is because she’s cute and she’s a fashionista who wears expensive clothes. Who cares if Mrs. Assad stays in shape by roughing up political prisoners in a Damascus dungeon? She looks great, doesn’t she? I’m sure it’ll be the workout program du jour for all the beautiful people.
More seriously, it seems pretty clear that Vogue really doesn’t give a shit if Asma al-Assad can afford all those top designer outfits only because her husband is a Baathist goon who has robbed his country to pad his personal wealth. I guess that tragic fact is of no concern to Vogue. It only matters that this pretty little fascist says all the right PC platitudes.
Also, and this might be sorta douchey on my part, but she’s not even the prettiest Middle Eastern First Lady out there. If you want a real beauty in a position of power from an Arab country, I give you the one and only Queen Rania of Jordan.
The latest epic masterpiece from the two great thespians of our time, Vin Diesel and Paul Walker, is finally here. Fast Five continues the story of the last four Fast and Furious films and it promises action, hot cars, thrills and all the wooden dialogue delivered in a gravelly monotone from ’roided up meatheads you can handle. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m stoked.
Really, it won’t be as bad as all that. These movies don’t pretend to be turgid Harold Pinter character studies, so you really can’t hate on them being kinda dumb. I rail on Vin Diesel sometimes, but the guy is utterly believable as a criminal goon. If the point of acting is to convince the audience that a character is who he says he is in the film, then Diesel is perfect in these flicks. Paul Walker looks like a Gap model more than an actor, but even his stilted clunky performance seems to work in the Fast-n-Furious setting.
So go to Fast Five, I say. Watch it on it’s own terms. If it ends up sucking, it’ll be because it doesn’t work as an action/caper flick, not because it isn’t The Seventh Seal.
Anyhoo, the best part of the Fast series isn’t the cars. The stories barely exist, so they can’t be the big draw. It ain’t the action sequences either. No, it’s the babes. Without any further half-assed movie critic throat-clearing, bring on the chicks.
Jordana Brewster
Elsa Pataky
Gal Gadot
Okee-dokee, homies. That’s it for now. Enjoy the hotties!
Brazil. It’s not just the home of a very specific kind of waxing or blow-out. No, Gentle Reader, Brazil has more to offer than it’s various hair treatments. I know this is going to come as a shock to many of you, but Brazil has been known to have a few attractive women.
I wanna let you all know something: I had a really hard time finding hot Brazilian chicks. As you can all imagine, it was utter torture. But I went through that misery for the most important people in the world–my readers.
I just hope you appreciate the sacrifices I make for you.
Anyhoooo, on to the cheesecake!
Raica Oliveira
Cleo Pires
Natalia Anderle
Camila Rodrigues
Morena Baccarin
ENJOY!
UPDATE: Big up to The Daley Gator for hooking us up with some linky love and a nice Gator-lanche to boot. Thanks to all the Gator-Fans who stopped by. Come back any time.
As for my readers, I highly reccommend you take a gander at The Daley Gator’s Rule Five Mega-Post. It’s awesome.
This has a chance to be cool. I know Jake Gyllenlenalenahall is a pretty princess. You also get the vibe that this is a ‘soft’ sci-fi concept ala “Quaatum Leap“, which is meant to appeal more to the gals than the dude nerdlingtons. Romantic future-y action stuff can be really tough to make into something not-shitty.
So yeah, that’s kinda bad. But the movie has at least one good feature.
Interesting contest, for sure. Much has been made of the defensive coordinators for the two clubs. Both Dom Capers and Dick LeBeau are products of the same Bill Cowher/Pittsburgh coaching tribe. Both coaches believe in very similar philosophies based around a hyperkinetic blitz-heavy attack. Most importantly, both coaches have the kind of scarytalent necessary to make their high-risk defensive schemes work.
On the other side of the ball, Pittsburgh and Green Bay have quarterbacks who can play with anyone on the planet. Ben Roethlisburger is personally repellent, but there is no denying his immense talent. His ability to hang tough while getting clobbered by the opposition and still make a big play is amazing. On the other hand, Aaron Rodgers is making a lot of folks in Wisconsin forget all about that Favre guy. The man can make yardage with his feet or with his cannon arm. More importantly, he’s playing his best football just at the right time.
For me, the key to this game is how each defense reacts to their opposing quarterback. Green Bay will win this game if they can somehow turn Rofflburger’s strength–extending the play–into a weakness. When a play breaks down, Big Ben’s instinct is to try to kill the enemy with a big yardage strike. If the Packers can fool Roethlisburger into thinking there are openings, then close them up with a sack or an interception, it will be devastating to the Steelers offense.
On the other hand, Pittsburgh will win this game if they can turn Aaron Rodgers and the Green Bay offense into a one-dimensional pocket-passing attack. The Packers are going to want to be able to run in this contest. The Steelers are monsters against the rush. If the Pack cannot run and at least make the Stiller D have to think about their all-out blitzes, Green Bay will have a very hard time winning the Super Bowl.
If I was to hazard a guess, I’d say Green Bay wins this thing by a touchdown. That means you should bet the farm on the Steelers because I suck at football predictions.
And now, on to the most important part of this post–the girls.
I didn’t read it but I hear good things. Maybe this has a chance of being cool.
I dug ”Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas” when it came out. The drug-fueled insanity and Terry Gilliam’s studied weirdness worked. That and it was funny as hell watching Johnny Depp and Benicio Del Toro stumble around huffing ether.
In any case, “The Rum Diary” doesn’t come out till October so we’ll have to wait a bit to see if this is any good.
What I do know is that Amber Heard, the female lead in the flick, is pretty easy on the eyes.
Don’t believe me? Well, why don’t we take a gander at some pics to see if I’m right.
See, I was right.
Enjoy!
UPDATE: Yeah, the old headline was lame as hell. As per the great Other McCain–who has a neat piece on the Tuscon Shooter-Douche, I’ve changed the title of this here hot chick post.
UPDATE II: Welcome welcome The Other McCain readers! Come on in, make youselves at home and enjoy the other menu items I’ve got here. Big ups to RS McCain, who continues to rule.
In case some of you haven’t heard of the show, ST Karnick at Big Hollywood has a nice summary/reminder.
After a long hiatus, ABC’s sci-fi drama series V returns to the network’s regular lineup tonight at 8 EST. It’s a show well worth watching. Based rather loosely on a 1980s limited-run series from NBC, the new show tells the story of the coming of a large group of extraterrestrials to the earth and the world’s reaction to them. In the twelve episodes of season 1, the aliens presented themselves to the world as interested only in making things better for mankind, offering us new technologies and healing abilities. The aliens are all physically attractive, and the great majority look like humans in their twenties and thirties.
That, of course, was just their public face; in reality, it soon became clear, they are ugly and reptilian under their human skins and have an agenda to exploit humanity in some way, either as slaves or as food or both, or perhaps some even worse and more horrible fashion. And a small group of people have divined this agenda and set up a small, loose, but dedicated resistance organization.
Central to the narrative is the resistance against an intrusive government that claims to be for nothing but the good of humanity but is in fact pursuing sinister, elitist, and exploitative hidden agendas. As such, the show makes a strong commentary on contemporary political issues and constitutes one of the most frankly libertarian TV series seen in many years. In addition, it suggests strong approval of religion, specifically Christianity, in a way that makes the resistance group a spot-on analogue to the current-day Tea Party movement.
Read the rest of Karnick’s piece as it gets you caught up on Season 1 in preparation for tonight’s debut performance.
One other thing I get out from the series is how evil takes it shape.
Take a look at the V’s leader Anna, played by Morena Baccarin.
Anna is, to put it bluntly, insanely hot. Her otherworldly beauty is a mass of contradictions; tightly cropped hair framing a very feminine face, skin-tight clothes on a female leader. Her sensuality initially lures in both the human characters within the program and the viewers. This attraction happens even though it’s clear the aliens have malevolent intentions.
In fiction, the best bad guys are the ones that you are both attracted to and repulsed by. Darth Vader is a murderous bastard, but he’s got bad-ass skills, a fly wardrobe and an ice-cold demeanor. He’s an intimidating presence, but he’s also cool as hell when he force-chokes some random jag off. On some level, that combination of power and attitude is alluring, even as you recoil from Vader’s actions.
In real life, the most effective form of malice are those that are beautiful. Nearly everyone is instinctively repelled by ugly things. A hideous inhuman horror can only win a very limited following. Evil does the most damage when it takes a sexy form. The beautiful monster is far more tempting than the misshapen troll.
The dark side’s true form is exploitation, insanity, fear, hate and death. These things are repellent to the better angels of our nature. When evil cloak’s itself in fairness, an even keel, courage, love and life, it is appeals to all the best parts of civilization.
To cite a political example, socialism has a long history of oppression and mass-murder. How do the proponents of socialism characterize the movement? It’s life-affirming. It’s truly just. It’s a moral system. It will create a better humanity than the old dirty free market democracies of the past. Socialism, like every other evil thing, gives itself a sexy makeover in order to fool people into believing the lie.
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