My love for Dame Judi Dench continues to grow.  H/T Lux Mentis:

But perhaps the most arresting memory that they take away from being on set with living legend Judi Dench is not her boundless fascination with acting but her penchant for subversive needlework. Her work certainly did not resemble the delicately stitched roses of a Mrs. Bennet. “She makes these like needlework embroideries on set in the tedium of filming”, says MacFadyen, “but they are all: ‘You Are a Cunt’. And she gives them as presents. And it’s Dame Judi Dench. And she is doing this beautifully, intricate, ornate (work). You kind of see the work materializing as the shoot goes on. Like: ‘You Are a Fucking Shit.’ Knightley never received her embroidered cushion from Dench but remarks: “I love that! She gives this fantastic air. She just sits there and she embroiders and you think: ‘Oh, that’s so nice! It’s Judi Dench. It’s so quaint; she’s embroidering a cushion,’ and you go: ‘What are you embroidering?’ And (it says): ‘Fuck!’ Apparently she’s got hundreds of them just covered in swear words or rude sayings.”

[Darcylicious]

[Illustration/Make Your Own Kits: Subversive Cross Stitch]

Apparently the mouth-breathers of the inter-tubez didn’t understand that you don’t have to be a yodeling blond chick to screech out the Star Spangled Banner, because these lug-nutz on teh internetz got heated up because a 10-year-old kid from San Antonio — whose dad is active duty in the Navy — had the temerity to sing the national anthem before the Spurs beat (CRUSHED) the Heat in game 3 of the NBA Finals.

[Public Shaming]

Shine on, friend. I will miss so much her humor and inability to master the use of computers and log-ins.  And the on-going, never-ending Scrabble and Words with Friends games she played with me and DodgerBlue where she always kicked our asses.

She was one of a kind.

Feel free to share any thoughts below, stinquers.

Oh man, what will late-night comedians and liberal bloggers do with Michele deciding to go spend more time with her ex-gay husband and family back in Minnesota?

UPDATE: Some news outlets saying the announcement was made at 3 am. Wouldn’t have anything to do with the Congressional Ethics Committee investigation, right?

[NYT: Bachmann won’t seek reelection]

[TPM: The 8 Most Outlandish Bachmann Moments]

I was a fool to ever leave your side
Me minus you is such a lonely ride
The breakup we had has made me lonesome and sad
I realize I love you
‘Cause I want you bad, hey, hey

I spent the evening with the radio
Regret the moment that I let you go
Our quarrel was such a way of learning so much
I know now that I love you
‘Cause I need your touch, hey, hey

Reunited and it feels so good
Reunited ’cause we understood
There’s one perfect fit
And, sugar, this one is it
We both are so excited
‘Cause we’re reunited, hey, hey Read more »

That’s the running count of how many deaths have occurred due to guns in the United States since the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School.

Meanwhile, let’s talk about the not-dead shooting victims.

Like 10-year-old Ka’nard Allen of New Orleans.

He was shot in the face on Mother’s Day during a happy neighborhood parade. This is after his 5-year-old cousin was murdered and he was shot at his 10th birthday party last May. And after his father was killed in October 2012.

This is a national tragedy. And it’s a travesty that this nation doesn’t think it’s a tragedy that 19 people got shot on Mother’s Day.

He wants an adult to start peeling an orange for him because he can’t get it started himself. He wants to dunk an empty juice bottle into a garbage can and launch high, elegant roundhouse kicks at the pail. He wants to get on that black four-wheeler and drive it off the grass speckled with broken glass, watching for traffic, circling on Simon Bolivar — fast. He’ll even give you a ride on the back.

This isn’t the most eloquent way to sum it up, but all I can say right now is, “We fucking suck.”  Hang in there, Ka’nard. People you’ve never met are thinking of you.

[NOLA Times-Picayune]

Normally I’m not a big fan of public displays of affection, let alone high-pressure public marriage proposals, but after hearing some shit news tonight about a friend whose partner suddenly died, I feel the need to post THE.MOST.AWESOME.CASTRO.MARRIAGE.PROPOSAL.EVER.

Beyonce, take it away (and it’s worth watching to the end).