Well it was a long slog, but we’ve finally reached the finish line. Sadly, there are no gold medals waiting for us, just the sick, empty feeling of a fourth place finish and a Certificate of Participation. This was the very last episode of Miss Advised. Did our three lovely ladies find love? Or a reasonable facsimile? Well, duh. No, probably not. But that’s what makes it fun for us, the viewers. Read the rest of this entry →
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June 14, 2012 in Fameballs
UPDATE: Due to a scheduling conflict mostly consisting of Julia Allison not even warranting a decent timeslot (seriously? Monday at 10 p.m.?), tonight’s liveblog will now become tomorrow’s recap. Thank you for your continued attention to all Julia Allison-related matters. Carry on.
Vapid human muppet and Professor of the Learning Annex Julia Allison has been working very, very hard. At what, I’m not quite sure. But what I do know is, in July, 2008, she was super duper excited about her reality television show. What’s that you say? It’s 2012? Oh, ha, yeah, well, reality television shows are really complicated.
But behold! On Monday, June 18th at 10 p.m., Julia Allison’s opus Miss Advised will premiere on the Bravo channel, and Unfun and I will be there to mock the living daylights out of it. We are teaming up to give Julia Allison the recognition she so richly deserves by hosting something between a liveblog and a commenting free-for-all. Honestly, I’m not quite sure how this works. We will be in the same room together, so typing to each other seems weird and antisocial. *Gasp!* We may be the embodiment of nonsociety! Naturally, the evening will be assisted by copious amounts of alcohol.
Please join us at Wordsmoker Monday night at 10 p.m. with your scathing commentary. Afterwards, I will forward our collective oeuvre to Ms. Allison via the Twitters because I think deep down, she really kind of misses us.
Hello. I hope you had a shit great Halloween. I watched movies and drank some tea and ignored the door. I spent most of the early evening cuddling little Jake, my cat, because some inhuman fuck-heads decided to let off fireworks early, which prompted him to fly through the kitty door at a great speed of terror, belly to the ground, scared out of his kitteh-wits.
September 14, 2009 in Talentless Cum-Socks
Hello there! Like approximately 657 other people, Your Editor is on Facebook. He finds it useful for communicating with other humans he’ll probably never meet, unless he wins the lottery or gets a really niche grant from somewhere. Sometimes Your Editor gets virtually lonely and goes on a friending-spree, which is a lot like a killing-spree, but with a lot more love, less ammunition and probably an equal amount of random index finger movement.
January 15, 2009 in Julia On The Couch
Oh Julia. While Dr. Bombay was off sunning himself in Mediterranean climes, apparently things haven’t been going so well for you. Sit down now … no, no lipdubbing, Julia … yes, I know the words to “I Will Survive,” Jules, but no, we’re not going to sing it together while you order Meaghan to come over and videotape us … just sit down and tell Dr. Bombay what’s gone wrong. Why did so many people turn against you, including your own corporate sponsors, amid the debacle that was NonSociety’s coverage of the CES conference in Las Vegas? What went wrong?
December 21, 2008 in Julia On The Couch
Jules, it seems your manic period of desperately advertising for a man ended abruptly with your two dates this past week. One poor fellow so bored you that you literally fell asleep during your date — a classy thing to Twitter, by the way, especially considering your later blog posts about karma. Karma indeed, Jules. It seems you are once again using your blog to deliver a veiled message to your critics, suggesting that their failure to “put a smile” on your face is the very essence of evil. But Jules, we’ve talked about these sorts of things before. Sorry … may I finish??
December 18, 2008 in Julia On The Couch
A weekly feature starring Wordsmoker’s Own Resident Psychotherapist, Dr. Bombay
Oh hello again, Jules.
What’s that, you say? You’re feeling a bit manic lately? Desperate for a boyfriend? Rushing out for late-night booty calls? Twittering veiled references to the same? Santa pole-dancing? Makeup applied with a trowel? Obsessing over a blind date? Yes, Dr. Bombay’s noticed, Jules.
When Mary and Megs left town recently, you did indeed appear to explode into a manic surge of activity and self-obsession that was stunning even by your standards. Read the rest of this entry →