The special Halloween edition of CFM yielded a tasty vampire treat, that treat being the rugged cheekbones of one Angel, aka David Boreanaz. I was feeling truly sorry for Tom Cruise, who for a very long time received zero percent of the vote, but at the last minute someone took pity on him. Here’s a last look at our daylight-challenged winner:

From the week before that, Douglas Fairbanks Jr. won handily over Ronald Colman. But, were the results skewed because I misspelled Mr. Colman’s name? We’ll never know…

This week’s challenger should be recognizable to anyone with even a passing interest in movies. For some reason, I’d seen more of his later works, or ones in which he was in character and had a moustache or whatever. But I have to admit, young Laurence Olivier is quite a dish.

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In news sure to rock the recreational Poohstick fraternity to its very core, we at Teeny Manolo have learned that the global championships of the beloved and highly competitive game of Poohsticks are in jeopardy.

Ever since Pooh tripped, lost grip of his fir cone on the bridge at the edge of the Forest and accidentally invented a game, poohsticks has been beloved by both young and old.

Eighty years on, this quintessentially British endeavour, in which participants drop sticks into a river from one side of a bridge to see whose emerges first on the other, attracts worldwide attention.

And no event has done more to export its simple charm than the annual World Poohsticks Championships, held on the Thames in Oxfordshire for the past quarter century…

‘It just cannot be lost. It is a much loved event locally, and it is known worldwide as one of those slightly quirky, fun, English things,’ said Liz Williamson, 33, president of Oxford Spires, who admits to spending her hen party playing poohsticks on the original AA Milne bridge in Ashdown Forest, East Sussex. ‘Once these things are lost, it is ever so hard to bring them back again,’ added Williamson, a GP and mother of a nine-month-old daughter who already has ‘a shelf full of Winnie-the-Pooh things’.

Sadly, the average age of the organizers is over 70 and they are finding that putting together such a high-profile and dangerous event is simply more than they can take on year after year. Fortunately, a group of mere sprogs (average age 40) has stepped up and volunteered to take over. After all, you can’t leave these things in the hands of mere grownups.

Oh, it’s not the first time we’ve featured a singing daddy YouTube on TeenyManolo. But this is definitely the first time we’ve featured a singing daddy YouTube inspired by anti-establishmentarian rockers Rage Against The Machine. The song is by Jon Lajoie, it’s titled Stay At Home Dad and the beat is hardcore.

The lyrics, not so much.

via TheAdventuresOfTheReluctantHousewife and NagOnTheLake

Lyrics over the jump: (more…)

Welcome to International Talk Like A Pirate Day, a day as sacred to us as International Put The Crocs Away Day. It’s amazing what a simple blog post looks like when put through the Talk Like A Pirate Day Translator (alternately, try the English Piratical version here). A mild-mannered post about suitable shoes for the fall becomes something unspeakably daring and somewhat vulgar, both disreputable and thrilling. In short: Fonziefying!
In other words:

Arrr, a mild-mannard post about suitable shoes for the fall becomes somethin’ unspeakably darin’ and somewhat ‘ulgar, both disreputable and thrillin’. In short: Fonziefyin’, shiver me timbers!

If your munchkin wants to partake of the piratification without parsing precious pixels, you could purchase this:

“Ye gots to be stubborn and mighty cranky,
Ye gots to be dirty and awfully stanky!
Ye gots to load a cannon and know how to fire it,
But most of all, ye gots to talk
like a pirate!”

Pirate Pete’s Talk Like a Pirate is as good a way as any to larn yez, and just in time for TLAP Day, it’s nearly a third off on sale! Bargoons ahoy!

Alas, poor raincoaster; you knew her well. But the fact is, she’s not the same this week. It’s true. I’ve crossed the line. I’ve become one of The Others. You know, THOSE PEOPLE.

The employed.

I have, in fact, become employed by two different companies this week, which wouldn’t normally be such a killer except I’m so, so very used to nothing more than sitting in my pj’s in one chair all day, moving only periodically to let the pizza boy in so I don’t starve.

If you order twelve you get two free and then you’re set for another 14 days!

Anywhateverkins, one of these jobs involves raincoaster being A) presentable in the morning B) awake in the morning and C) on her feet from the morning all the way to early evening.

And this does not take me to my happy place.

Mind you, there are good things to be said about the job: it’s a marvelous opportunity to look at what other people are wearing and make up snarky captions in one’s head all day; it’s a good opportunity to meet lots of men, as the pizza boy just does NOT seem to be responding; and it’s great to see that, indeed, the world is NOT ready for the return of stirrup pants.

But, truth be told I am absolutely wrung out, and it’s only my second day. I have a few choice words for the person who invented this “working for a living” thing. Fortunately, I work right outside a spa and the first thing I did was enquire about some hawt pedicure and massage action; I’m gonna need it.

Tomorrow I buy a new pair of flats (yay, flats are not only in, but on sale!) and those spongy insoles that say nobody is going to be drinking champagne out of my MaryJanes anydamnways, so what the hell. At least I’ll be comfortable. So my posts are going to be going up at wonky times for the next week until I get used to this, and they may be even more demented than usual! You’ve been warned!

Fortunately, while I’m occupied in productive sessions with either salaried labour or the epsom salt footbaths, the Internets have provided for your amusement the following roundup of the bizarre and parental, so click onward and enjoy!

The Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator (PolitTskTskTsk)

Kate Moss’ daughter is a rock off the old block. CHIP! I meant chip! (DListed)

Trump’s tips for raising tip top tots and kickass kids! (CeleBitchy)

Housework blogger wanted (5MinutesForMom)

Cute OVERLOAAAAAD!!!!! (CelebrityBabySmack)

There’s a dirty pun to be made here, but I’m not the one to do it (GoGetYourJacket)

Dance Party Workout (ParentHacks)

Talk Like a Pirate Day is Saturday! (Limeshot)

Why, this video, of course!

For something produced in 1946, I find it really quite modern.  Feministing gave it a definite two thumbs down, but for when it was made, I’m sure it was considered fairly forward-thinking. 

The narrator is quite dispassionate, and after watching this, I began to think that maybe we just make too much fuss over our periods altogether. Maybe we should just buck up and get over it…

What do you think? Hopelessly outdated and old-fashioned, or actually rather refreshing?

Ewan McGregor is on a tear. I’m going to have to throw the big guns at him.

The big guns I have been waiting for practically since the beginning of Celebrity Dad Faceoff, with those long ago first contestants of Jack Black and Will Ferrell. Remember them?

This particular matchup is really hard for me, as I really like both of them. And as for now, I’ll be keeping my vote secret.

Although I’m going to exercise my editorial discretion by taking my Johnny Depp with short hair and no beard. Ahhhh, yes…

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This ad is so very wrong, but I can’t help but love it anyway. Weren’t things just so very simple back in 1941? Just smack a kid around and give them a laxative!

And I have to admit, I am digging those spectator pumps. I have a thing for spectator pumps because even when they are standing next to a screaming child, they still look good.

via Boing Boing