I’m still kind of in shock that Ultron and his merry bunch of asshats fell to number three this week, but hey, I’m just a guy who gets drunk a lot. Pitch Perfect 2 grabs tons of box office points this week but no new magazine covers or nudity points for anybody. Oh, and look, Movie Freak is in first place. I’m sure he’ll be graceful about it on this weekend’s BingeCast. Click the link below for the entire spreadsheet.
We’re in the quiet before the storm as everybody waits for their teams to blow up with The Avengers waiting on deck. Alicia Vikander scores the triple crown of nudity in EX MACHINA but other than that all we have is some box office points and a little bit of movement in the top three. Check out the link below for the full spreadsheet or be satisfied with PJ’s amazing score-sheet and shut up.
Yes, it’s that time of year again, the one day where everyone gets to feel like they have a little Irish in ’em. St. Patrick’s Day is, like all other holidays, an excuse to drink, and while we here at Binge Media scoff at the idea of “just drinking on holidays”, it’s easy to forget that there are many folks who absolutely loved the holiday for what it represented to them: their Irish heritage. Yeah, it’s bastardized and commercialized, as all holidays are, but on St. Patrick’s Day I don’t make a special point to drink or go out. I usually think about my Grandad, the man whose namesake I carry on (he was Jr., I’m IV) and who, in his own way, proudly wore his heritage on his sleeve. How, you may ask, does a red-blooded Irishman enjoy his people’s holiday? Well, I’ll tell you…
Do the Dew, indeed. Grandad’s been gone for a few years now but every 17th of March I make a special point to crack open my bottle of this angelic nectar and throw one back for the old man. Tullamore Dew was his drink of choice and it makes for a nice accent to a well-made meal. Speaking of which…
Corned-beef and cabbage is the staple here but I must admit I can’t stand the stuff. Any meat that isn’t properly murdered and cooked before being served is questionable at best. Call me Ron Swanson but I need my beef dead, dead and then charred before I’ll touch it. Rather, I go with old reliable:
In the same vein of there being multiple ways to skin a cat, I go for the luscious Pastrami sandwich. The one pictured above would do, but I have my own special method for grilling the rye bread and adding the thinly sliced Clausen pickles INSIDE of the sandwich that really drive this sucker into the endzone. Call me sentimental but every year all I can ever think of is Grandad and how he used to celebrate the holiday, and while it’s great to go out and get shitfaced from time-to-time, I choose to honor my Grandad and drink responsibly. Maybe it’s not as glitzy and glamorous as all you fuckers out there were expecting but I feel like it’s the proper amount of celebration for a holiday such as this.
Now that that’s done with, time to talk shop. Ladies and germs, welcome to the 2015-2016 Hottie Draft! All you fuckers are gonna burn this year! If it wasn’t for Said Helal I would have taken all y’all BabaDIIICK munches with ease, and if you think this year is any different guess again. I can understand you’re all full of hope and promise, but anyone in the BABADIIICK Division better be on notice: you’re competing against Binge Media’s Sons of Anarchy Prediction Contest Champion, to say nothing of the glorious Patriots victory (Ammon and TM can suck it) that will continue into the next football season. Yes, be ready for my BABADIIICKING of y’all bitches.
On a more serious note, this year I’ve decided to bequeath all of you with a special bonus for being in the draft. I will be creating Facebook banners for the Hottie Draft featuring your team name (which will be the name the guys gave you in the original announcement posting on the site) and your three hottie selections. What I need from YOU is to contact me via Facebook (Jack Falvey IV) and PM me if you want a banner. I won’t go through and do them if you don’t ask, so get on that shit if you want in! They will look sick and will provide ample dinner conversation as well, so it’s a win-win-win for everyone.
Next week I have some time to myself and I will be catching up completely on Banshee and possibly some flicks, but I would also like to mention my PSN gamertag is MovieFreak4702 and if anyone has Helldivers, hit me up, yo! Binge On!
Because I’m too nice a motherfucker (or a pussy, whatever) I found myself unable to turn anybody away from joining the second season of Binge Media’s Hottie Fantasy League. This has led to glorious things however.
There are now 54 players split into 2 conferences – The Babadiiick Conference and The Banderos Conference. The scoring will all be the same (with a couple minor changes – fuck Maxim Magazine) until we get to the Oscars. There will be no points awarded for WINNING Academy Awards. Instead, the top 3 finishers in each conference will participate in the final play-off via an Oscar Prediction contest to determine the grand champion. So, in summary, there will be no points for Oscar wins or that weekend’s box office as the entire league will be decided the moment the Oscars end.
Hopefully this makes it more fun for a lot more people. All you need to do is make the top 3 in your respective conference to have a shot at the championship. The regular season champion in still something to brag about but if you want the plaque with your name on it, you gotta win the whole thing.
This also allows us to stay with drafting 3 women each. However, the conferences will not be competing with each other so hotties can be picked twice (once in each conference). Better odds, less bullshit, lots of boobs.
The conferences are below. We will be holding the Draft order draw on the next Binge Cast so you’ll know where you stand before sending in your lists of 81 women. Do your research, choose wisely, and kick some ass.
More info will be coming between now and the Draft (March 21st) but if you have any questions submit them below.