With television audiences declining by the day, film and show creators are struggling to find a way to distribute their products in the 2.0 world. Increasingly, people watch their visual entertainment on a computer monitor or cell phone. But Google seems to think they’ve found the answer, and they’ve just signed a deal with Family Guy creator, Seth McFarlane to test it out.

Using Google’s Adsense advertising system, Google will syndicate video clips of the new project, called “Seth MacFarlane’s Cavalcade of Cartoon Comedy,” on Websites (like this one) geared towards younger male viewers. (more…)

This spec commercial for JCPenny won an award at Cannes 2008 film festival (yes, they have commercials at a film festival), but some truth ignoring parents don’t want you to see it because, well, it’s a really good freakin’ idea.

A ’spec spot’ is a commercial made by an ad agency or a production company without the client (in this case, JCPenny) asking the commercial be made–basically, a “fake” commercial–but that showcases the talents of those involved. Fortunately, this one teaches you some talents…

A few months ago I woke up from a Salvia induced trip, naked in my living room, surrounded by crumpled newspaper. As the Thai Buddha, who had just a few minutes ago been telling me ‘not to let the planet overwhelm me,’ faded from view, I realized that in my stupor I had somehow managed to turn on 60 Minutes.

I usually don’t watch this show because in my opinion it embodies everything wrong about aging. It’s basically saying ‘being old and curmudgeon-y is part of aging, let’s be closed off to the world that’s different from what we remember,’ and also because Andy Rooney drinks baby’s blood and I can’t support that (could he clean his office?).

Anyways, on this episode, Morley Safer (calculating age based on name…estimated age: 200) did a piece on a group of people called Millennials. The piece was supposed to be about how these people (born in between 1980 and 1995? He’s talking about you) are ruffling feathers in the white collar work force with their crazy tattoos and pudding pops and “Pokemans.” Bosses are ‘terrified.’ (more…)

Ok, so in this clip, the classy Amy Winehouse starts throwing punches into a group of fans at one of her shows. But if you ask us, it’s her stumbled meandering around that really hurts to watch. These people paid to see a performance. And instead, it’s just a drunk lady with a beehive, who can barely walk, barely singing, and punching people. Sounds like they got their money’s worth…

If you like Rambo, which you do, then this is basically the best thing you’ve ever seen.

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This should make you angry: With Iraq still raging, and bullets still raining in Afghanistan, the Bush Administration, along with some compliant Democratic Senators, have been funding covert operations against Iran, conducted by the CIA and Joint Special Operations Command (JSOC), according to American Pulitzer Prize winning journalist and author, Seymour M. Hersh, in his latest New Yorker article, “Preparing The Battlefield.” And the rabbit hole just gets deeper from there…

From the New Yorker:

Late last year, Congress agreed to a request from President Bush to fund a major escalation of covert operations against Iran, according to current and former military, intelligence, and congressional sources. These operations, for which the President sought up to four hundred million dollars, were described in a Presidential Finding signed by Bush, and are designed to destabilize the country’s religious leadership. The covert activities involve support of the minority Ahwazi Arab and Baluchi groups and other dissident organizations. They also include gathering intelligence about Iran’s suspected nuclear-weapons program.

 Check out the rest of Seymour Hersh’s “Preparing The Battlefield” here!

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Obnoxiously bright blues, greens and various shades of pink are walking, talking and dancing all around me. For some reason the intensely colored, and revealing dresses are the focus of my attention initially, not the girls wearing them. I can’t help but think this was a bad idea.

I’m nervous. This isn’t an excited, happy nervous; it’s an anxious, uncomfortable nervous. I’ve never been to a strip club before. I agreed to come here because I’m in New York City for the first time, my friends wanted to go, and it seems like the perfect time to try something new. Maybe I don’t like new.

Some of the girls are sitting and talking to customers, some are hanging around the edges of the club in small groups, and one girl is dancing on stage, slowly removing her clothes. I’m supposed to watch her, to be turned on, to want her. I don’t. I feel like a voyeur; averting my eyes from the stage like it’s something private meant for someone else. (more…)

Sitting her on a Saturday morning, after the gym, after breakfast, middle of coffee – and I find 3 stories in a row that show how truly ineffective the UN is. I am speechless and staggered by an overwhelming lack of effectiveness or even marginally decisive ideals.

Case 1: Zimbabwe. This a**whole has been slaughtering everyone who even speaks about running against him. So, the US and Europe put out a vote that the elections be nullified. Thank God South Africa came to the rescue! You remember South Africa, the apartheid people?

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Women do a lot of painful things to make themselves sexier for men: high heels, waxing, boob jobs, nose jobs, face lifts and Botox. But this booty-shaking bellydancer certainly did not need to do this…

I had a lot of nightmares as a kid. Thanks to these nightmares and various frightening films I’ve developed a hilarious set of OCD habits such as opening and closing closet doors before sleeping and checking behind the shower curtain before I saddle up to the toilet (you laugh but one day someone is gonna be in there and then who’s the dumb one!)

My imagination is easily inspired. For a while I couldn’t even watch a commercial for a horror movie because I knew those 30 seconds were enough to create an entire world of horrific fantasy that I’d be trapped inside for the rest of the evening. The one thing more unnerving then horror characters and sharks (I don’t swim in the ocean, at all, ever) is muppets.

Not all muppets, Kermit is fine, Fozzy, whatever. I’m talking about those LSD muppets that creators slip in films and TV shows, mixed with other cute, lovable creatures. They lure you in with Grover and then BAM, some abomination walks onto the screen that’s burned into your mind forever. Some horribly disfigured, warbly voiced monstrosity that may as well be drenched in blood, because thats how you’ll remember them, regardless.

Here’s five of the worst perpetrators. (more…)