"Guys, would you mind taking a listen to some of my new Oscar material? Feeling a little nervous about it. I mean, I know I've done this more times than anyone but Bob Hope, but you never can be too prepared, right? Okay, how about, uh: I've been getting ready for the Oscars and my White Swan is ready, but my Black Swan's another story! Uh, I'm so nervous I feel like I'm about to give The King's Speech! …Was that not this year? I really haven't been to the movies in a while." – Billy Crystal
Casey Anthony is fun to hate. She’s a relatively attractive woman. She’s a compulsive liar. She leads the kind of small town party life that is somehow both hokey and titillating. She probably killed her daughter. Fun to hate.
So when the “Not Guilty” verdict came down on her trial, Twitter was aglow with jokes and jokes and spaghetti. I wrote a bunch myself. Although I wasn’t really following the trial — which, let’s face it, is literally every person’s response when discussing it — Casey Anthony was easy to hate. And from my whole total five minutes of reading headlines about the circus, I guess she seemed kind [...]
Christmas crackers—traditional British holiday mini-pinatas that, when pulled apart, frequently contain tiny, crappy toys and a terrible joke (older American readers might recall the Dixie cups of their youth for comparative purposes)—just got a little easier to make… THANKS TO THE MACHINES.