Feel free to examine the video above for the golden moment, but in a nutshell: While conversatin' with Hotline senior editor John Mercurio, CNN's Chuck Roberts let loose this gem regarding the upcoming 9/11 anniversary and terrorism security in general:
Activists are, of course, boring. But the ones who cleverly make us uncomfortable, even if they can't deliver their lines smoothly, are fun. Take, for example, this Mac ad spoof.
Net Neutrality proponents discovered a new way to fight for their cause: beating the enemy into submission with the most painful music video in Internet history.
Because batteries are a bitch, our video of the actual show is nonexistent — but as you can see, Jimmy Fallon (!) and Jeffrey Jones (!!) joined the throngs of uptowners, tourists, and i-bankers on "culture" dates for some pre-show festivities. With all the kinky fun in one place, it figures that Principal Rooney would make an appearance.
A new MTV cartoon depicting black women squatting on all fours tethered to leashes and defecating on the floor is drawing fire from several prominent African Americans who call the episode degrading. [...]
Never let it be said that we don't cover the stories that affect your world here at Gawker. This morning, for instance, we dispatched our camera crew to Times Square so that you might better understand the phenomenon that is National Underwear Day. Please enjoy the wide selection of "underwear ambassadors" on view in this video, which is disappointingly work-safe.
Macworld Magazine whipped together a collection of videos from yesterday's keynote at the Apple Worldwide Developers Conference. Cyrus Farivar hosts, diplomatically stuttering just to make Steve Jobs look slicker by comparison.
We at Defamer will not rest until Victoria Redstall, the charmingly kooky, if incredibly naive, serial killer groupie/struggling actress who's befriended an imprisoned psychopath, gets an acting gig that will give her something better to do with her time than wait around for her new BFF to turn her glowing skin into a fetching kimono. So, compassionate producers and casting directors of Hollywood, we beseech you to watch some of the finest work from Redstall's reel, in which the actress ably submerges her British accent and delivers each line with the sensual nuance of a housewife who's about to be bent over the couch by her shirtless "cleaning hunk"—a performance made all the more impressive when you consider that Redstall curbed her desire to ad-lib some dialogue asking the pine-scented furniture-polisher if he has any products strong enough to dissolve dismembered limbs in a bathtub. Surely one of you can find a use for a talent like this and rescue her before it's too late.
And the extra dosage: Feel Hud's pain as he is ruthlessly mocked by Grove and EIC Michael Cooke for wearing flip-flops. Bonus mockery when Grove brings up Cooke's rumored foot fetish.
· We thought you might enjoy this video of another voodoo-espousing pointyhead trying to make you believe that booze couldn't make Mel Gibson say things that he didn't believe. Resist the brainwashing, people, lest you be held accountable for the things you say after drinking yourself out of a batthub full of Grey Goose.
More Mel: Gibson calls Jesus and stars in the trailer for Signs: of Anti-Semitism. And B&C handicaps who's going to land the post-rehab sitdown.
At the risk of this blog being eventually flooded by annoying Flash ads plugging the movie, we point you to the new Borat trailer.
Nine out of ten shadow presidents agree: Talladega Nights was this weekend's most uproarious thrill-ride!
When we posted earlier about the angry union thespians hassling junior doll enthusiasts at the American Girl store in midtown, we had no idea we could later provide not one, but two hard-hitting investigative video pieces from the scene. Above, thrill to our own house flava videographer Richard Blakeley, focusing adroitly on the terror of children confronted for the first time with the twin horrors of theater nerds and organized labor. After the jump, independent lensman Boss Tweed spends more time with energetic harshing on the dolls themselves, set to the soothing strains of Bananarama.
Flavor of Love 2 premieres this Sunday, wherein VH1 gathers a bevy of the finest streetwalking psychotics to vie for the romantic attentions of hip-hop relic/chronographic accessorizer Flavor Flav. Watch in amazement as the reality show ritual of haggling over beds quickly escalates into a weave-pulling/ bitch-slapping fiasco. According to RealityBlurred.com, however, there are even bigger, messier surprises in store this season, such as the misadventures of the contestant we'll dub Bachelorette Number Two:
