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Pic of the gunman who entered the Discovery Channel offices earlier this afternoon.
OH SHIT, YOU GUYS. I worked Discovery Master Control for more than a year, then ran their libraries. When they moved from Atlanta to Silver Spring, several traffic folk from the ATL went with them—one of whom had a very stalky, scary ex-boyfriend, at the time.
Tenor Fail (via vanhorn21)
My guess is it was Roberto Alagna just having an off day (and singing a role that’s really too big for his Pavarotti-weight lyric tenor).
Thanks, Steinbolt1! Many old nightmares came back on hearing this one.
BTW—there are a few extant recordings of Domingo outdoing this one, but I like him too much to hunt them down. Besides, I had a tenor voice teacher who said cracking is actually evidence you’re doing something right, overall. To explain what he means would take too much room, but it makes sense.
Where some people see 11:11, I see Foreigner.
Beginning of our day, singing on the local NBC morning show. End of the day, name-checked on Adult Swim.
Which is all okay, because in the end, I really am just another DIRTY WHITE BOY.
"Mother, I know you're out there...
...please stand up!"
Temple Grandin, giving props to her mom during the 2010 Emmys.
As the parent of an autistic child whose inner brilliance is just emerging, watching Temple Grandin win everything at the Emmys is amazing.
bthny replied to your post: The opening number of the Emmys (HURLEY!) almost made up for the vapid horrors of the red carpet.
That is literally the best thing I’ve seen during am awards show, ever
I haven’t been genuinely entertained by one of these shows in ages, but I’m looking forward to re-watching video of that opening bit later. Really fun.
I promise I won’t live-blog the Emmys even though, OMG, Billy Bush was just interviewing Kate Gosselin and he stopped, stared into the camera and said, “This is it, isn’t it? I’m really done with. My career is dead. SOMEONE KILL ME…”
He was last seen screaming as he ran away from the red carpet, something about Aunt Bar clawing his eyes out…?
Hey, leakysunglasses…
No, I wasn’t telling teens to unfollow me. I keep everything but my language PG-13. If you re-read the last paragraph of my post, you might see that I was being silly, there. I was saying, however, that I won’t follow back and just letting you know I’m gonna be an old, dad-aged dude because that’s what I am.
In essence, I don’t mind you guys following me, but I won’t follow back in part because if you’re blogging about stuff you wouldn’t want your parents to know, well, I’m their age and generation and that pretty much means I don’t want to know about it. Unless you’re my kid. If you are, get the hell off the Web and get me a coke.
We Didn’t Start The Fire (via costacharles)
What. The. Fuck.
The deadpan chick in the bikini playing the clarinet takes the whole thing up a level.
