Oh Chaunce, you're such a rascal!
But really, how do the numbers add-up?
You're a real redhead w/a nice flow of freckles. +6 (Redheads make my knees weak, ok?)
You've got a reputation as 'kind of a douchebag' and a liar. -6
You have your own business. +2
Your business is Steppin' Out 'magazine'. -3
You have lots of tats. +2
You have a big stand-alone line in one of your tats that says: "Kill Me". -2
You are a True Famewhore. 0
You have a pretty good bod and a crazy-long tongue. Both have endless possibilities. +3
Gawker loves/hates you. +2
Chaunce, you end-up with a +4 from me. Redheadedness tips the scales in your favor once again. Thanks for playing!
Still H8 Jon and Kate Plus 8 items. What magic button got pushed and made them front page stories for months now? How have they driven "Jen, dumped again" stories and "Brad and Angie near split" and all things Speidi off the cover? How?
@BlinkyMcChuck: I know, I thought we were done, too. But maybe if he's evicerated enough, he'll go back to being a full-time Dad instead of a guy who moonlights as a complete dickbag that gets rolled by the gossip machine. Also, it involves other gossips now, which, I mean, come on, is amazing. Of all stories, this is the the other gossips get mixed up in?
My Manson Moment: I used to place collect calls for Charlie back when I was an MCI operator. He was always friendly and polite. Now whenever I get truly awful customers, I imagine presenting them with the BDTM award: Bigger Douche Than Manson.
What the hell is it with kids who don't want the surviving parent to date? Joanna Simon is an attractive and classy broad with her own money. I only wish my dad had found someone else after my mom died.
@SarahHeartburn: Right? I don't get it, either. Maybe there's something we don't know. Has-been Opera singers are known to be massive egotists, however.
Until I got to "Chaunce, (pictured above)," I couldn't figure out why you were running a picture of Bono with this post--nor why Bono consented to be photographed doing that weird, showoffy thing with his tongue.
I'm not convinced Harris was really all that much of a prophet. Sure, many of us live online, but the overwhelming majority of us do so in very different ways than he did. Seems to me the essence of his "experiments" (ha ha it's not an experiment until lab coats are involved) was the surrender of control of one's public face. In contrast, blogs and Facebook and Twitter and text messaging etc. all seem like attempts--potentially doomed ones, admittedly--at the micromanagement of one's public face. That's a huuuuge difference.
I went to those parties on Broadway and I have to say they were truly exciting and fun. Little did I know how much money they were losing/spending but at least they had a blast doing it!
I know many of the people involved, and, yes, it was staged, though I thought quite adeptly, in a way that added most fittingly to the tension already present in a room I think was fairly enthralled by a masterfully composed portrait of a disturbed man who, in seeking a new world order configured by the collision between the timeless desire for attention and love and the recent seismic interconnective shift occasioned by the epochal arrival of the Internet, only reveals the inevitable result of his own emotional detachment. just like anyone else, his often sadistic narcissism is merely a fiercely protective sheath, an understandable, though not inexcusable buffer for the searing slights he suffered at the hands, largely of his mother. with that in mind, the ensuing incident can be seen as a somewhat jarringly cynical extension of an enterprise/cult that thrived on manipulation, control, jiggering the reality of its willing participants for the intellectual, spiritual, erotic satisfaction of its overlords, especially Harris. in other words, a savvy publicity stunt. this is not to take away from the admittedly unsympathetic Harris' considerably visionary qualities, nor the great Ondi Timoner's virtuosity and grace in creating another (the first being Dig) compellingly, poignantly humanistic portrait of a maverick whose capability for intimacy appears to be in inverse proportion, exponentially so, to his pioneering impact and expansive farsightedness. in fact, compared to debut film subject Newcombe, that musician's beguiling aspects and Harris' insistent delusions in regard to his own artistry (Newcombe being less of a visionary but more of an artist, in my opinion) notwithstanding, Harris, though emotionally stunted, and thus lacking significant self awareness and insight, is indeed toweringly influential. kudos, Ondi! hi, "interloper"! hi Gawkerites! good to be back! and hey, Josh, feel better! go easy on yourself, fella! we love you, Luvvy!
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Oh Chaunce, you're such a rascal!
But really, how do the numbers add-up?
You're a real redhead w/a nice flow of freckles. +6 (Redheads make my knees weak, ok?)
You've got a reputation as 'kind of a douchebag' and a liar. -6
You have your own business. +2
Your business is Steppin' Out 'magazine'. -3
You have lots of tats. +2
You have a big stand-alone line in one of your tats that says: "Kill Me". -2
You are a True Famewhore. 0
You have a pretty good bod and a crazy-long tongue. Both have endless possibilities. +3
Gawker loves/hates you. +2
Chaunce, you end-up with a +4 from me. Redheadedness tips the scales in your favor once again.
Thanks for playing!
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Speaking of which, a David Williams impression of Paris would probably be fantastic.
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It's a good song.
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