After reading the post by @reckless_eagle@xanga about the infamous Kissy Pose, I decided to write about another pose we see popping up all over international culture: the Peace sign. Often seen as a Japanese stereotype, the peace sign has not seeped into our culture, but it's returned!

Last time I wrote about Emma Watson, there were over 3000 views and 70 comments. Since Emma Watson is definitely legal these days, I decided to follow her on Twitter. Here are some examples of why I do so:


On July 3rd, Emma Watson wrote:

"Donna Karan, Giambattista Valli, Galliano, Burberry, Chanel, Roberto Cavalli. So many dresses, SO LITTLE TIME!"

Subtext: So many dresses, so little time, SO MUCH MONEY! I guess the Pound is doing better than the dollar, Emma.

June 3rd:

"I've discovered I like ruffle shirt's with a vest over top. Even If it is fashionably incorrect."

Likes: Ruffle shirt's with a vest over top. Dislikes: Spelling, grammar.

Earlier that day, she wrote:

"Can't understand why people follow me if they don't even like me, lol. Such a waste of time. WHO WANTS ICE CREAM? I want ice cream.... =] !!"

...I want ice cream.

Just now, she wrote:

"Attempting to eat this lovely dinner of chicken broth & toast... What a wonderful combination.. Cheers xx"

Apparently Emma's not feeling well. I guess being a superstar celebrity can be super draining, especially when people are freaking out over your Marilyn Monroe-esque "wardrobe malfunctions".

With tweets like these, you'd be a fool not to follow her. Hell, it's more interesting than following Weasley twin James Phelps:

"Just boarding the flight to spain.should be a good trip."

Thanks for the thrilling report, James.

So, Man Couchers: who do you follow on Twitter?

"Snap out of it, man! We gotta get to the Gasworks before the show starts!"

Wayne turned to Garth, a look of indignation on his face. "Gasworks? Garth, I have a babe-a-licious chick awaiting my return. I'll close up around here and catch you guys later."

Dejected, Garth and the crew turned to leave. Garth turned around before leaving, shaking his head in sadness as Wayne shrugged him off.

Completely alone, Wayne started to clean up the cables scattered around the studio. Humming some Aerosmith to himself, he never heard as the back door was unlatched and opened, nor did he notice that his beloved guitar was no longer on its stand.

A horrifying crunch echoed throughout the basement as the guitar slammed into the back of Wayne's head. Staggering back to his feet, Wayne turned to see a hulking deity of manliness gribbing the carcass of a blood-covered guitar.

"Hail to the king, baby," the man said. "You've been staining the Campbell name for too long, hippie, and it's time to bleach some stains."


Attempting to run, Wayne fell as a bullet ripped through his chest. Standing over the crumpled body, Bruce Campbell laughed maniacally to himself.

Of course, he slipped on his way out of the house and, in a hilarious bout of slapstick comedy, stepped on several rakes and electric wires until he finally returned to his dusty old Chevy.