<![CDATA[Gawker: fandom]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: fandom]]> http://gawker.com/tag/fandom http://gawker.com/tag/fandom <![CDATA[Obama Deli Obamaterializes in Baracklyn]]> The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.It's getting so you can't throw a dead cat in this city without hitting something that says "Obama" on it.

After the Obama Fried Chicken fiasco (here's another one) in April – and the White House promising to clamp down on use of Obama's image (without dampening enthusiasm for the president, of course) – now we have the Obama Deli.

According to Gingervision (who provided the pic), the store is on Myrtle between Vanderbilt and Clinton in Clinton Hill and it used to be a gift shop. Stop in and order a pastrobami sandwich.

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<![CDATA[Barack Bobbleheads Don't Go Over Well in Brooklyn]]> The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.Last night the Brooklyn Cyclones, a minor league affiliate of the New York Mets, transformed into the "Baracklyn Cyclones" to honor Barack Obama in "a night of patriotic partying at the ballpark." Some Cyclone fans were not pleased.

To celebrate the occasion, the team wore special red, white and blue jerseys, invited Amber Lee Ettinger, the Obama Girl, to the throw out the first pitch, distributed Obama bobbleheads to fans, offered "universal health care" to fans in the form of free Band-Aids, gave free admission to anyone named "Barack," admitted any plumbers named Joe in for free—I think you get the picture here—The whole thing was a bit over the top, but most of the fans seemed to enjoy it.

But of course, as with all things, some did not enjoy the evening, and a tipster whose husband has knowledge of the team said in an email that there's been a bit of a backlash from some of their Obama-hating fans.

my husband tells me that, in response to the "gift" at tonight's brooklyn cyclones game, which was some sort of obama bobblehead doll with the moniker "baracklyn cyclones," over 200 angry, anti-obama season ticket holders canceled their subscriptions.

Now, to be fair, it's doubtful that season subscribers at, say, the Metropolitan Opera, would take too kindly to Bush bobbleheads being handed out at a performance of Carmen, so cut 'em some slack.

No word yet on whether or not Jets Kicker Jay Feely was one of the season ticket holders who canceled their seats.

Baracklyn Cyclones [baracklyncyclones.com]

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<![CDATA[Impulse Obama Tats, Volume One]]> Renee D. Jennings emails to let us know she is the "Ultimate Obama Supporter"—though she couldn't attend the inauguration, she got this tattoo last night. Free! What a... happy, happy thing.

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<![CDATA[One More Things: Dark Willow]]> Images-1-10Here are a bunch of videos setting Willow's brief-but-hot time as a psycho-sweet baddie on Buffy the Vampire Slayer to various forms of gloomy pop music. This first one's extra screechy!

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<![CDATA[Pap Shows Up for Britney 'Crash,' Finds Tiny Dancer]]> So what do you do when you're a creepy paparazzo who raced to the scene of Britney Spears' minor traffic accident last night, but Brit-Brit won't come out of her car and no one will talk you?

Why that's easy. Approach an hysterical tween Spears fan and ask her to do a little song and dance. Watch it here.

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<![CDATA[Rachael Ray Does Her Impression Of A John Cusack-Convention Nerd]]>
For American women of a certain age—let's say, somewhere around the Ricki Lake/Rachael Ray generation—the utterance of the very name John Cusack is enough to instantly reawaken first stirrings of celebrity puppy-love ecstasy. Give those women their own talk shows and a captive audience with the boombox-hoisting object of their romantic adolescent fantasies, however, and things can quickly get pretty awkward.

Fresh from being tricked on The View into asking Lake on a date, now watch in amazement as the 30-minute-meal guru hovers over Cusack like a freshly baked broccoli, cheese and bacon casserole. As Ray tosses aside a cue card obviously compiled by some Cusack-illiterate to ask her own questions, the Better Off Dead star's reaction can only be described as being about as enthused as someone who's just been gifted with a bag of rocks and screwdrivers from an overzealous fan.

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