GASTRONOMIC GOALS: This needs to be a thing here. In the states. And if it is where you live, congratulations. Now I need to find my way back down to my neighborhood Basque restaurant and get to eating.
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO CONSTANTLY SAY…“this is why I can’t have nice things,” here is your lifehack of the week.
MEWSIC TO MY EARS: Never. Not. Funny.
PITCH PURRFECT: “Humanz. Everythingz is dumb! You allz watching dumbz game. I can wreck game with my presenz! WHAT DOEZ THIZ SAYZ?!?!?”
THIN WHITE DUKE:
GESUNDHEIT! This is relevant to my interests. Hopefully it does the trick for you.
SAD TIMES IN SIN CITY: The house is losing. Go figure.
UNEXPECTED HAND ME DOWNS: At least we have Kleenex.
BLEACHER REPORT, YOU KNOW NOTHING! You know nothing, Bleacher Report. Uno is one step removed from UFC. Don’t even get me started. As if.
50 YEARS OF THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD:
BUTT DIALING? It had to happen to someone, right? Also, sage advice from Mr. Mix-A-Lot.
WAIT, WHAT?! They didn’t go look for it when it went missing? Also, that’s nasty.
LIFE IMITATES ART: Love, Actually was onto something. Heads up: this is a story from Vice.com. So, yeah. Language and adult content and such.
NOVELTY OUTERWEAR: What say you? Is this too much or just right?
CLASSY TO THE END:
One of the last photos taken of David Bowie by his longtime photographer Jimmy King on Bowie’s 69th birthday, two days before his death. London menswear designer Paul Smith spoke to Billboard Magazine about his memories of his friend and client.
YOU HAD ONE JOB: Seriously, and unbelievably, you were the ONLY one with that job. And frankly, what the hell Canada? Not that ‘murica doesn’t have our own bridges and roads problems. Because, well. We do.
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG? Well this is both unexpected and alarming. It’s either going to be pretty good or dreadful.
RESPECT: As much as I like to think I could hermit the hell out of this world, this is beyond me. Once upon a time it might have been something to aspire to. All sorts of props to this guy.
OH HELL NO: Nope. Not uh. No thank you.
Tim Johnstone is Dappered’s music correspondent as well as our resident gatherer of all things interwebs related. He doesn’t really hate people. Mostly.