motion trash

Paris Hilton's music video is out!!



it's exactly what you would expect from her, just think that burger commercial, except instead of a car it's a beach, all set off with some cheesy calipso pop melody. i got motion sickness from watching it.

:update: holy crap i just listened to some of the lyrics
"those other guys that wanna take me for a ride, but when i walk it's talk of suicide"...it's just...i ...argh!

"if you show me real love baby i'll show you mine"
that's too easy isn't it? ok i won't go there

i really love the fact that at one point she covers up her breasts with her hands cept she's wearing a bathing suit, but during shooting of the clip she just strips the suit right off.

i get off this topic after jump

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confession: sometimes i buy cosmo magazines. because you know, the trash content is so high you can't help but feel superior when you're "reading" it. which i think is their sole marketing strategy. how can you take seriously any publication that makes such a big deal over sienna miller? in fact how can you take seriously any industry that makes such a big deal over sienna miller? (jude, oh jude, how you break my heart). oh and the sealed section, though inevitably they always fail to deliver, it's still fun to read those stories, it's like the penthouse letters except kinkier.

but the lastest issue has really stooped to a new low. take this piece of beauty insider news:

Life's Good when you're Margheria Missoni
Imagine: you're heir to a glorious Italian Fashion label and you're the face of its tasty new juice, Missoni EDP (30ml), $100. Just like missoni couture, the scent is colourful, with brown, pink, orange and yellow notes. Oh and boys LOVE it.

first of all, i honestly doubt that anyone who can afford Missoni couture would be getting their beauty news from cosmo. but since when did we start describing smells through colour? what the hell are brown notes? poo? coz i gotta tells ya, that's the first thing i think of when i hear something as retarded as "brown notes". and the boys LOVE it? WHAT?

oh and there's this

5 Date Faux Pas
Utter these phrases and you can be sure you won't see your date for dust
1. "I noticed that picture of your dad on the wall at your place - he is one hot babe."
2. "Your food looks much yummier than mine - let's swap"
3. "So, are you planning on getting a haircut anytime soon? I have some ideas...
4. "I had this dream last night that you proposed to me!"
5. "Don't worry if you can smell something a bit whiffy - it's just my yeast infection"

honestly girls, if you didn't know that already, i don't know how you got the date in the first place.

oh and there's also an article based on a spam email *grrrr*

and the mini liftout, the Cosmopolitan Top 5. mini booklets inside magazines are already a bit sus, they tend to be very little content and big on the adverising. but this is 6 double page spreads of ads. first page is 5 mascaras from Napoleon Perdis. say what? nobody but nobody needs five mascaras, and that is no way a Top Five in any sense of the word. Damn you cosmo, damn you to hell

ps/ the seals section is on Mogasms. yeah you heard me. that's short for Multiple Orgasms. which such charming tips as "Masturbate Better". no that's it, that's the tip. even that paris hilton video was hotter. and that gave me motion sickness.

i'm too pissy to write.

so i'll just post up more videos. some nice person has posted up Jan Svankmejer's Food on youtube. i finally got to see dinner, it's.....

well lets start from the beginning, breakfast


tasty eh? and now the less subtle: lunch


and if you haven't gotten the point yet: dinner


and also his: Et Cetera
i actually really liked this, the change over in part two caught me completely by surprise. and i only think i understand part three...


i think's that's enough for today don't you? i'll go crazy with the nickelodeon shows stuff another time. If you want any more of this (and i don't see how you could not) just look up svankmejer in youtube, there's a few more shorts and also a truly horrifying clip from his Conspirators of Pleasure