F**k You, Colin Firth

Dear Colin Firth,  

Fair enough - you have the right to look perplexed. And I hope you won't take too much offense, as you seem like a perfectly nice person. You’ve been married to your Italian wife for a long time and you have two cute kids (plus that one you had earlier with the lesser Tilly sister) and seem pretty low key. Plus you’re self-deprecating in that fabulous British way. But still, I have to say: Fuck You.

Do Bad Things: Vol. 2

 

Previously on Do Bad Things: Sam had just encountered a Nazi flag hanging outside Merlotte's...Terry and Lafayette reacted with PTSD and ennui, respectively...Jason vomited (but not because of the flag...because of the A-A-A-A-A-Alcohol)...and Bill had just made a motion to tear it down, when he was distracted by the arrival of Eric. As were Liz and Cailey...

Cailey: But now we're back! And I shall not allow myself to become distracted by that tall drink of water, that Norse god descended to earth, that...Liz what is happening in that photoshop project (above)?!

Liz: You likey?

Cailey: I'm simultaneously repulsed and aroused.

Liz: Mission accomplished!

Do Bad Things: Vol. 1

                                         

Honestly, what did we do before True Blood came along? 

We here at TID are well-versed in all entertainment vampire-related (see here, here and here for stone cold proof). Yet this show is clearly in a category all it's own. Yes, we'll always be hopelessly devoted to Buffy, Angel, and the Whedonverse, but - dare we say it? - not even the Almighty Joss could have brought to life a show so shamelessly, wantonly sexy and so out-of-it's-cotton-pickin'-mind (Talbot's glass urn? zomg. Marianne's meat statue? zomg. Lafayette and Jesus's crazy trip drug dream? zomg. "You need to bless the Jell-O so everyone can eat?" zomg. You get the picture.)

Dick: An Apologia

There are plenty of less-than-stellar contributions to contemporary culture that I get a lot of joy from and whose lowbrow qualities I will defend to my more effete friends. But I know how far to take my waxing lyrical about the (yes, I will admit it) debatable merits of, say, Twilight and “Keeping Up With the Kardashians.” Then there are those few precious contributions that I truly believe merit inclusion in the pantheon of culturally important artifacts. The ones that I would take an pseudo-intellectual bullet for, like Clueless and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the TV series, not the movie). And then there’s Dick.