D2 is having a contest to get people to make their new donut. Click here to go make your own donut or to vote for other donuts - remember, whatever wins, that's one more type of donut you get to order (for a limited time, natch). Also, the winner also receives $12,000. Twelve finalists receive $1,200 and a year's worth of free donuts. There's actually a huge number of different options in terms of fillings, toppings, etc., so it's a lot of fun. The donut on the left is my creation, the Peanut Butter Karma.
Where The Wild Things Are
The trailer for Where The Wild Things Are, the live-action adaption of the beloved children's book, is out today. Despite its heady resume: visual master Spike Jonze (Being John Malkovich, Adaption, every music video ever) directing and indie god Dave Eggers ("A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius") writing, I have been predicting for about a year now that this movie is going to be unbelievably terrible and will lose huge amounts of money.
Then I watched the trailer today, and I don't know if it's the visual style, or the indie aesthetic, or the raspy growl of James Gandolfini, or the wise decision to use an Arcade Fire song on the trailer, or the fact that the kid who plays Max seems to really be that actual kid from the story (the actor's name is - get this - Max Records. How cool is that?), but I am one million percent on board. It's still going to make no money, but the trailer alone is all sorts of heartbreaking. Click the link and see for yourself.
Can you believe this is a real commercial?
It's official: Lindsay Lohan will never have a comeback. She will only keep imploding, until there is no Lindsay left, just a faint wisp of tanning spray.
Quasi-Awesomeness
Proving again that I am awesome in things that really do not require awesomeness, my NCAA bracket has 15 out of the 16 teams correct (this is not necessarily that impressive, since a bracket where I would have only picked the higher seed would've given me 14 out of 16), and ESPN selected me to play in their top fantasy league, The Man's League.
You don't step to me in dork factor, readers.
T9Word Update
I tried to type "whoa!" into a text message, but T9 didn't recognize it, only giving me "zinc!" and "winc!" The latter of which I can find no definition of in any dictionary I checked.