popculture love.

stopdrake2k14:

PEOPLE HAVE BEEN PUTTING DRAKE’S FACE ON WHEELCHAIR SIGNS AROUND TORONTO

fallontonight:

avivainthecity:

This interview is incredible. 

Brian Williams does not appreciate these raps

pleatedjeans:

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awwww-cute:

Baby got his first life vest

awwww-cute:

Baby got his first life vest

tedywestside:

Dr. Mindy Lahiri stealing cookies

but actually this is my life

rejectedjokes:

I accept Amir Blumenfeld’s ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (with a little help from Seth Green and Breckin Meyer) and I challenge Don Cheadle (doing a Louisiana accent), Adam Pally (doing an impression of Miranda’s boyfriend from Sex in the City) and Gil Ozeri (doing an impression of a Jewish Bill Cosby). Watch the clip above and learn more about ALS HERE.

Most of the time…

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But even though there were many satisfying nominations, and even though I expect many of the winners to be the right ones — then again, consider Jeff Daniels’ win a year ago — the snubs rankle more this year than recently, because there are so many potentially great choices and the voters still made so many bad and/or lazy ones. If Norris got nominated and not Wright (or vice versa), or if Rhys had been edged out by Michael Sheen or Mads Mikkelsen, I would be disappointed, but I would recognize the impossible task at hand. But when Norris and Wright aren’t there because of Jim Carter (who had very little to do this year on “Downton”), or Rhys and Sheen aren’t there because of Daniels (not doing much to salvage a terribly-written character) and Spacey (coasting more often than not on a smirk and a bad South Carolina drawl), then it just feels like the voters aren’t trying hard enough. Ditto when “The Americans” can’t get anything but the most cursory, easy nomination. And when Rian Johnson can’t get nominated for an episode that is going to be analyzed in college classrooms for the next 50 years, then… I give up.

The system is broken. The categories don’t make sense any more (and the ridiculous “Shamless” switch to comedy only paid off with William H. Macy being nominated, but not Emmy Rossum), and there’s more television to watch then a voter — or, really, any human — has time for. Maybe come August, when I expect to be seeing Vince Gilligan, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, one of Bryan Cranston or Matthew McConaughey, and some other deserving winners walking to the podium, today’s irritation will fade somewhat. But even in a year when the voters got so many things right, the many things that are wrong, or just illogical, stand out all the more.