Only weeks after neighborhood complaints forced filmmaker George Lucas to abandon plans to convert a renovated Marin County ranch into a state-of-the-art film production studio, the cinematic auteur is now working with a local community group to develop the site for low-income housing.
Members of the association feared the venture would bring additional traffic into the well-heeled residential area and the years of construction required could harm the area’s natural environment. “The level of bitterness and anger expressed by the homeowners in Lucas Valley has convinced us that, even if we were to spend more time and acquire the necessary approvals, we would not be able to maintain a constructive relationship with our neighbors,” said Lucasfilm spokesperson Lynne Hale.
Lucas is now working with the Marin Community Foundation, an affordable housing advocate, to transform the property into residences for Marin’s low-income population.
(What’s worse than construction in a rich person’s backyard? Poor people! Yes!)
Happy mother’s day to my own madre. Together we’ve gone HAM and rolled deep since 1982. I love you mom.
Chris Squared, hotness exponentiated. Evans, I can’t even with you. And for the record, Chris > Liam, in case you wanted to know which team.
Out of LAX
Out of Burbank
Me for the past 12 days. Me for the next 12 days. It’s gonna be okay.
Standing on stage at the Montreal Jazz Festival a few years ago, Manson introduced a song with a call to arms: “Where are all the girls who want to be like Patti Smith?” she cried. “What is wrong with the world when everyone wants to be like Jessica Simpson? Now, no disrespect to Jessica Simpson because there is, of course, a place for that. But where, oh where, are all the girls who are going to challenge that whole notion of what it is to be a female in this world today?” It’s good to have you back; you’ve been missed.
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Discovery and the shuttle carrier aircraft land at Dulles International Airport in Chantilly, Virginia, on Tuesday, April 17, 2012. I can’t look at these pictures without tearing up. So much pride in my hometown.
Emily Haines, I fucking love you. This is beautiful. I’m sobbing as I type this.
Go to hell, Santorum.
These were the networks my computer was picking up while I sat in a gentrifying East LA coffee shop working on my screenplay.
Needless to say, I got nothing done because there was no internet.
I was skeptical when this video started hitting my feed yesterday, but I caved in tonight (on account of two beers) and pressed the play button. After a couple minutes, I just started bawling. LA is so beautiful.
Let me be clear: LA is full of shit. It’s full of wannabe film makers, hipsters, and other bullshit posers. It’s high on pretension and low on actual talent, because so many people you meet identify themselves as some sort of hyphenate entertainment asset. They’re not. They’re full of shit.
As a result, the city is awash—nay, choking—with people and their cameras, buzzing about and shooting their shitty ass scripts like the scripts themselves were something of actual value. They’re not. They’re totally shit. But because LA is so full of bullshit film makers, when you do want to make a film, no one thinks it can’t be done or gets in your way anymore. It’s normal. It’s ordinary.
Perplexingly, LA is also awesome. On a good day, it verges on magnificent. LA cares; it loves, and it tries to give you as many 70-degrees days as it possibly can. I live on the east side of LA, near where this video (and the shop, the boy, and the community that made him) is filmed. East LA is poor and rundown, but it is also irrepressible, vibrant, vivid, and, on a good day, magnificent.
Once in a while, the city (with all its grime and beauty) mixes with the right film maker (with actual talent), and you get something like this. My favorite part about the phenomenon of this video is that it could not have been made in any other city. This video is so LA, and I love that.
Like Ice Cube says, maybe other people are just mad they don’t live here.
Planned Parenthood Dallas allegedly refused a $500,000 donation from “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” author Tucker Max, who wanted to decrease his tax burden and decided to make a donation large enough for Planned Parenthood to name a clinic after him.
Max, who has written about women in a controversial and degrading manner, has in the past made extremely offensive comments about Planned Parenthood and the women who seek health care there on his Twitter account. He tweeted in July 2011that “Planned Parenthood would be cooler if it was a giant flight of stairs, w/someone pushing girls down, like a water park slide.”
In another March 14 tweet, which he deleted on Tuesday following an uptick in media attention, he wrote: “In South Florida. This place is awful. Shitty design, slutty whores & no culture, like a giant Planned Parenthood waiting room.”
Max’s publicist, Ryan Holiday, was in the middle of making the three-and-a-half hour drive to Dallas from his home in Austin to deliver the check to CEO Ken Lambrecht, Planned Parenthood called citing concerns about accepting the donation.
A Planned Parenthood spokesperson said the organization’s gift policy speaks for itself. “We appreciate the generosity of our supporters, and take seriously our role as financial stewards of contributions, grants, and government funding,” national spokesperson Tait Sye told The Huffington Post in a statement. “Like many nonprofits, Planned Parenthood reserves the right to decline offers of gifts and grants that may be discriminatory, are for purposes outside of our mission, or are too difficult to administer.”
I wouldn’t take money from someone who insulted me either. You stay classy, Planned Parenthood.



Oh. my. god. AM I NOT DOING THEM? Best drama and best comedy all rolled up in 1 meme. Whoever created this is a fucking genius.