the hungry, heart-attack prone, dawg' eatin' DITKAs sit on my lil pony

DA BOWL!

DA BEARS!

no proper english required this weekend. chi-town is being it's chi-town usual self - DITKAing all over the place. get some brats, some dawgs, some old style and get your bowl on.

how do you feel right now? i feel like my hair is pretty perfect right now.

hippies, 70s hair, teens, chowdah. what do they all have in common?

TERRORIST ATTACK!!!

no one is safe anymore. not even the red sox nation. here are the funny things i found on the

world wide web that the government is probably going to find and it will soon become a "file not found"

[Gawker's "Kreepie Kats"]

these dudes are always laughing (or high) -- watch them talk about hair styles in the 70s here

"F-U! I HAVE SOME SCARY EYEBROWS! watch ATHF!"

giddy to tha UP

now it's been a busy week for me, and since i started school post NYE, i don't have much time to pan around the internet looking for idiocracy and straight up hilarity. but today i have found a reason to write.

horses are so hot right now, period. after i saw people on the news sobbing over Barbaro (some that had never even as much as brushed his mane). i went to the derby last year, i saw that underdog win it all. and then he went and f-ed himself up and now that he's "old" (4 years old) in the racing world, after putting him through surgery after surgery, they killed him.

the beastiality movie that hit up Sundance this month had some buzz about it(TIME mag: "Have You Seen the Horse Sex Movie?"). Harry Potter was instructed to pose half naked next to a horse to promote his West End debut (and the LAST Potter book is in the works, the world is asking WWSDN - what will scholastic do now? up shit's creek i tell you). and now this...(and THIS is actually funny...)


Gawker's travel companion Grid Skipper reports on a new phenom in good 'ol Philly:

NY Blipsters v. Philly Blurban Cowboys

Yet again the 215 trumps the 212. Despite the much ballyhood blipsters, that's black hipsters to you neologism neophytes, Philly takes black people doing weird things in the city to a whole new level. Think of blipsters as the infantry and the men from Fletcher Street as the cavalry. According to a new book out from Powerhouse,

Deep in the heart of Philadelphia, past row houses and vacant lots, run-down playgrounds and dilapidated schools, is a little place called Fletcher Street. It has everything one would expect to find down an alley in the ghetto, with one addition: horses. The men and boys of Fletcher Street have used their passion for riding and bonds with their rides to build their and their community's sense of worth. They describe their passion for horses as having kept them from the temptations of street life. Fletcher Street by Martha Camarillo documents the lives of these men and the boys they mentor, who board their horses in abandoned houses or makeshift stables, and ride them through the streets of Philly.Didn't Mario Van Peebles make this movie already and didn't it star Stephen Baldwin as a character named "Little J" Teeters?

Fletcher Street [via Philebrity] Blipsters in the NYT