So Tiny T was kind enough to let me know that I have achieved the impossible. Google now recognizes my Batbrow expertise. I'm number one, bay-bee! First stop: Batbrow domination. Next stop: the White House. Because really, when they elect a comedian to the presidency in the movies, it always works out so well. You'd vote for me, wouldn't you?
And now, on to the eyebrowness. Because I owe you answers to the quiz from yesterday. Of course if you moused over the images, you'd see the answers anyway. Come on, people. If you're not cheating, you're not trying. And if you get caught, you're not trying hard enough.
Eyebrow numero uno was Jack Nicholson. Because really, the man's eyebrows weird me out. It's like three fairies and the devil were in attendance at his birth, and the first fairy gave him a cool voice, and the second fairy gave him some mighty good acting chops, and the third fairy gave him the confidence necessary to wear sunglasses inside the house all the time. And the devil gave him eyebrows.
Eyebrow numero dos was Legolas. Notice their prettiness. Mmmmm.
Eyebrow numero tres was the Mona Lisa. Or me, according to Cate, who is now officially my new best friend. Although the more that I think about it, Mona Lisa doesn't really have eyebrows, so what's Cate trying to imply here? Have my brows gone missing? Was I a victim of a pluck and run and didn't even notice? EEEK!
Ahem. Feeling better now. Checked a mirror.
Eyebrow numero quatro was Aragorn. I assure you that no scruff was harmed in the taking of this picture.
Eyebrow numero cinco was indeed Frida Kahlo and her unibrow. Because really, when you're talking famous eyebrows, Frida is a close second to Batman.
Eyebrow numero seis was of course Batman. Michael Keaton version. Because it wouldn't be BBC week without the Batman eyebrows.
And that's it for the quiz. I spent a while trying to find a picture of the Teletubbies eyebrows, but I couldn't find a picture that was big enough. Too bad, really. It's a pain in my laa-laa.
And with that, I leave you with the thing that makes me snarf. I would comment, but really, it's not necessary. And I can't type for all the giggling.