Get Free John Oliver Tix! (Maybe!)

Laffs! (Old Blighty–style and other)
Do you like laughing in a British accent? Good, so do I.

As of Thursday, January 6, free tix were still available for the taping of the second season of John Oliver's ridiculously named John Oliver's New York Stand-Up Show. (Thank you, Sir Obvious Crumpetnick.)

Tell us the one about the Boston Tea Party, John Oliver!

There are tapings January 14, 15, and 16. I went last year, and I laughed my face off at Oliver and his fab lineup. I'm going again this year, and you maybe can, too. Check The Black List NYC for tickets. And be prepared for a four-hour taping with no bathroom breaks. That part is super-fun.

A Very Harry Birthday
Happy birthday to me! Yesterday was the big day, and while I did not host my party in the Gryffindor Common Room this year, I did receive Mattel's Nimbus 2000. The broomstick that was discontinued because it vibrates.

A rare picture of Mattel's vibrating Nimbus 2000, which has been largely exorcised from the Interwebz.

I trust it was given to me for display only.

Royally Adorable
I don't really care about Prince William and Kate Middleton, and the fact that there's still a taxpayer-funded monarchy continues to dumbfound me, but it is pretty adorbs that Will and Kate plan to have no post-nuptial servants. (HT to LS!) Granted, it's the least they can do, but still . . . look at little princey-wincey tryin' to be all street!

Prince William and Kate Middleton: perfectly capable of dressing themselves, thank you very much.

Okay, well, not that street. Ennyway, the prince, who's in the Royal Air Force (Did everyone know this? I don't know anything about these Windsor peeps. They have a secret tie-knotting method, right?), is super-tight with his granny, the queen, which is also pretty cute. Oh, nobility.

Happy Anglo New Year!

In Which I Briefly Acknowledge My Lengthy Absence
Like every other blogger ever, I have failed in my duty to you, my myriad readers, by not posting at all for these six months at least. My bad.

On behalf of MSB, who periodically badgers me about this delinquence on my part, I shall try ever so hard to do better in 2011, I swears it!

Miscellaneous image of Daniel Radcliffe looking all sassy. You're welcome.

Newsy Bits

• Girl Power! (Yeah, that's right. Holla like it's 1994, bitches.) The UK is back in the game, people, making imperialistic strides straight into Kim Jong-il's 'hood. Bend It Like Beckham is the first Western film to show its face on North Korean television, albeit the airing of Gurinder Chadha's crazy-fab soccer flick was more redacted than Valerie Plame's CIA memoirs. Soccer = 1. Weirdo dictator = 0.
  


Bend It Like Beckham's Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Parminder Nagra in hawt interracial lurve. Take that, Kim Jong-il.


• Knighthood News! Did you know that if you sell one of your country's traditional brands and lose your people hundreds of jobs, you can get yourself deemed Sir Galahad? Well, you can! The man who sold Cadbury is now Sir Roger. The plus side of this is that Sandy Powell, who won an Oscar for the sinfully gorgeous costumes for The Young Victoria, also scored an OBE, presumably for Achievements in Awesome.


Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend lookin' foxy in The Young Victoria. I don't know if I'm more jealz of her outfit or his.


• A post-Christmas treat! I cannot stop watching this clip of Catherine Tate (as a female Ebenezer Scrooge) and David Tennant (as the Ghost of Christmas Present) in 2009's Nan's Christmas Carol. High-larious.

New Year's Eve Advice
The Guardian has some excellent New Year's Eve advice for all you lushes, party animals, lampshades, etc. A few highlights:

• Be sure to drink enough. . . . New Year's Day is usually characterised by bouts of guilt, shame, regret and self-reproach. Frankly, the less you remember about the previous evening, the better.


• It's OK if you don't go anywhere. . . . Instead of dressing up and worrying about your personal safety, you can curl up in front of a log fire (only if you have one; please don't improvise) and while the night away drinking champagne and swearing at people on the television.


• Nothing will improve the chances of your evening being a success as much as eating an actual meal at some point between 5 and 10pm. If this sounds like spoilsport advice from a bad-tempered old man, it is.

This image of Big Ben on New Year's Eve is clearly not Photoshopped at all.

If you have any intention of being conscious, unconscious, or generally alive in one form or another tonight, you should check out the full guide for further gems, giggles, and general good advice. Happy New Year, everyone!

Friday Videos: Armitage and Kittens!

Nothing cheers me up like a fabulous video, my people, and today, you get THREE!

Richard Armitage Shills
Usually, I don't like it when celebrities whore themselves out to corporations, for a whole host of reasons, like "Don't you motherfuckers make enough money already?" and "Aren't you supposed to be obnoxiously idealistic about your little 'artistic integrity' or some shit?"

But in the case of Richard Armitage, I'm willing to make an exception. Listen and melt, kidz. Listen and melt.

Le sigh.

Richard Armitage Chills
Do you see how I did that? I made the headings rhyme! WHOA!

So some of the pictures in this fanvid are a little ooky, but OHMEHGAWD that voice! Yes, please, Richard Armitage, do read me a Ted Hughes poem! *flutters fan* *clutches smelling salts*

I'll give you a moment to recover.

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Are you ready? Okay, now it's TOTALLY ANERABLE KITTEH TIME!

Kitteh Locates Hole in Space-Time Continuum

On THAT note, have a fabby weekend. Do lots of things I wouldn't do. And holla back on Monday.