Gonna take a respite from blogging here for awhile — don’t know if it will be brief, long, or permanent. For now, I only have one word for you: OBAMICONS!
I’m feeling so glad right now that President Obama didn’t heed my suggestion to make Wesley Snipes Secretary of Defense.
http://games.latimes.com/index_crossword.html
1-Across…five-letter word for “Celebrity skewering.” But “Boom, roasted” is 11 words and 13 characters.
(Psst, I have yet another blog. Nobody else might have been, but I was so taken with the Obamicon concept that I’ve now devoted a Tumblr site to it: http://obamiconoftheday.tumblr.com. I feel like I can keep churning them out as long as Paste’s servers can hold up. Hope you enjoy.)
It’s the last day of Obamicon Week. Hope you enjoyed it! These last photos are general pop culture (though mostly concerned with Teh Interwebs).
(This next one was featured as an Obamicon of the Day on Wednesday as “ODRAMA”; I’m including it because I had thought of it before, but just hadn’t gotten around to posting it. And, in my humble opinion, it might be a slight improvement.)
And four from the world of politics:
Feel free to print these out and take ‘em to your Super Bowl party because all of today’s Obamicons come from the wide world of sports:
It’s Obamicon Week Hump Day…what do you say we take in a movie?
(Okay, on these next two, it’s a slight cheat to include them in “Movies,” but I couldn’t resist.)
Obamicons Jour Deux – TELEVISION!
Wow, so apparently PASTE magazine’s Web site has had this Obamicon thing up for a couple of weeks now, so this may be old hat to all of you, but I just disovered this and it, plus putting Zooey Deschanel on their cover every other month, absolves the magazine of its sometimes huh? previews and reviews in my mind. Now the masses can make their own parody posters in the style of the Bob “Hope” and Joker “Joke” images from before the election. I’m pretty much never getting anything else done ever again with this Interwebs time waster. Anyway, this week at the Firing Line I’m making it Obamicon Week…I came up with too damn many for one post and I have so few ideas when it comes to every other topic. Today’s selections from the “Hope Gallery” come from the world of music. Now someone might have had the idea to create these before, but I swear that I came up with all of these in a fever dream before looking at other submissions on the Obamicon site. These ideas are mines. Enjoy and feel free to share your own!
(One more image to come, pending PASTE’s overheated servers returning online.)
And as promised, the final one, if a little late (I don’t feel tardy):
For those of you who missed last night’s 30 Rock, Jack’s uber-capitalist, Warren Buffett-preaching ways clashed with Lemon’s wounded geek, too-cool-for-school persona as they attended a GE mixer/birthday party for the Prince of Austria/Lemon’s high school reunion/corporate retreat. However, by the end of the episode, both came together in a warm, if perpetually awkward, surrogate father/daughter embrace. Also, The Girlie Show’s writing staff found a way to take Jenna down a peg. Unfortunately, no projects from Tracy’s blaxploitation past were referenced.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I’m predicting that being snubbed for Best Picture will now force Chris Nolan — despite his strong inclination against — to introduce Robin into the Batman series and make him autistic.
I think Slumdog Millionaire still has to be the favorite to win the Oscar, if only because “It is written” would be a great self-fulfilling prophecy, er, destiny that ties back into the film itself. Meta! The headline writes itself. Then again, never underestimate the Academy’s affection for purty schmaltz (I’m looking in your direction, Benjamin Button).
