We’re back! Thanks to Ubuntu upgrades for taking my computer offline for the past half-week. It was lovely to be welcomed back to the interwebs by Philosopher King Bill Murray, seen here nattering on adorably on the subjects of spiced rum, Wes Anderson, and quality Madras pants.
Bobby Flay, eh
I’ve been house-sitting for the past two months, and while this palatial abode comes with Netflix, wifi, and a couple of hundred tv channels, I’ve got Food Network on basically 24/7. Can’t imagine why…
I like a man who knows how to handle his condiments
Leather-clad, badass ginger with fondness for the ponies, a possible attitude problem and an affinity for feats of athleticism? I’m signing up for THAT tasting menu!
Christina Aguilera's back
And we’ve got her. WAYYY too much of her for that outfit, in fact. But the clear support strap is intriguing: is this what they used to give Mariah a six pack? Looks like a clear plastic cheese wire, and we should all be grateful that Xtina’s leathery hide retained surface tension enough to fight it off.
Ah, the Eighties. When Women were Women and Men were… Village People?
Flash back to that golden decade of convoys, cowboys, and craziness with that timeless goddess, Cher. This is technically from 1979, but let’s face it, this is as Eighties as it gets.
Rollerblades are so 20th Century; the new newness is, once again, Roller skates
