Bananas in Pajamas

I was enlightened (or perhaps punished?) recently of this “addictive” [her words] jingle for a children’s toy and later a cartoon featuring bananas in pajamas. Literally. Bananas in pajamas. Did you see what they did there?

She over-shared, telling me that she used to walk around when she was younger singing the song. Today she could only remember the first line, “Bananas in pajamas walking down the stairs,” which she repeated over and over again. And again. I asked, “What’s the next line? Something about ‘bears?’” It turned out I’m prescient! The show however has me asking like the drugged up kid after visiting the dentist, “Is this real life?”  I’m amazed that this YouTube clip has over 1.8 million page views.

Fur Hammock

On bitter cold nights, I like to put on my snuggie, yes that wearable blanket with sleeves, and rest on this faux fur hammock. You?

The Tooth Hurts

So you went to a pricey liberal arts college where your brilliant writing and edgy short student films garnered accolades from MCM professors. With diploma and confidence in hand, you look west to where dreams are made and fulfilled. No, not San Pornando Valley. Hollywood. You head to Los Angeles! You and your Macbook Pro filled with instant hit scripts and concepts. You put your charm to work. Network. You “got out there.” Dated the right girl who put you in touch with the right people. Agent is now in your corner. Eureka! Meetings with executives are scheduled. They are thrilled with your pitch about a film that’s mainstream artsy like “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” but better and with more box office appeal than a Pixar flick. Your Twitter and Facebook statuses are updated with teaser tidbits like “Judd (Apatow) is a cool guy. Meeting went great!” “Waiting in Universal lobby. BStiller is SHORT. lol.” And the meetings did go great. You are already thinking about casting Megan Fox, deciding between the Range Rover or BMW, and deciding that Judd is actually a douche.  You check your (new) iPhone for that expected green light phone call. Nothing. Radio silence. Eventually they get back to you. “Sorry, but we’ve decided to go in another direction.” A few months later you’re walking to your catering gig and spot this movie poster.

Nike x Cookie Monster

I would have had gotten all the looks during recess if I had these Cookie Monster Nikes in pre-school.

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Biscuit Tin

Biscuit Tin has a pretty interface that lets you view and interact with your Flickr (public enabled) photographs.

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Where’s the Craziest Place You’ve Had Sex?

Time Out New York asks its readers to reveal and confess on sticky notes the craziest places they’ve had sex.

New York F—ing City

From artist Dash Snow’s provocative “Bin Laden Youth.” Snow recently passed away earlier this summer.

Quote

You hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called EVERYBODY and they meet at the bar.

- Drew Carey

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Ruddest Starbucks Ever

So rude. SO RUDE.

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