<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, mash-ups]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, mash-ups]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/mashups http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/mashups <![CDATA[Regis Philbin Forgetting Names, In 28 Handsome Volumes]]> We're going to preface this by saying that we here at Defamer don't just respect our elders, we downright adulate them. (That is, unless they're in the car ahead of us, counting pennies at the Vons 15-items-or-less lane, or generally engaging us in a conversation that involves several extinct movie stars and cookie brands that we've never heard of.) The last thing we'd want is for you to think we were taking some sort of perverse pleasure in witnessing whatever it is Cloris Leachman's body was doing on Dancing with the Stars last night.

In a similar vein, we're not providing the above Regis Philbin brainfartstravaganza to mock the lightly addled broadcast legend. God only knows how many bits of showbiz ephemera he's amassed over the years, and are currently floating through his cortex like fabulous amoeba; the very act of reaching up and grabbing the right one at the right moment seems almost a fool's task. We'll tell you one name, however, that Reeg will never blank on: that of his schoolgirlish mancrush object, Jon Hamm.

With a side of eggs, if you please. Are we right, Reeg?

Special thanks to intern Matthew Rebula for doing such a nice job in putting this together.

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<![CDATA[Bart Simpson, Scientologist, Says Keep Springfield Working!]]> Now that we know the voice of Bart Simpson is a full-on "Clear" scientologist, we had to wonder what Bart would sound like were he played by the Clearest of All Clears: Mr. Tom Cruise! In this video mashup keenly edited together by Intrepid Defamer Videographer™ Molly McAleer, our favorite yellow-haired toon turns from a loveable little menace whose tagline is "Don't have a cow, man" to an eerie little OT in-training who abides by the mantra "Anything LRH does." We can't help but wonder what would've gone down had the little guy had had the powers of Xenu with him during that climactic final scene in The Simpsons Movie. We imagine that Bart, embiggened with the energy of the alien king, could have extracted the entire family from the Springfield bubble himself, saving Homer all those motorcycle-induced scrapes and bruises.

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<![CDATA['Making Love' - The Sitcom!]]>
Making Love—the 1982 drama that swung open Hollywood's closet doors to reveal Michael Ontkean and Harry Hamlin engaged in all manner of Kate Jackson-cuckolding sex acts inside—was a groundbreaking moment in both mainstream and gay cinema history, albeit one the public wasn't ready to see. (At least one of its leads still blames it for derailing their once-promising movie career.) Perhaps a slight tonal shift was all that was required to endear it to audiences, accompanied by the comforting, period-sitcom sounds of a laugh track and xylophone-heavy score. It's an adjustment we are no longer required to imagine, thanks to the magic of the YouTubes and editing wizards with far too much time on their hands.

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<![CDATA[Michael Bay Accused Of Raping 'My Little Pony' Fans' Childhoods By Giving Seawinkle A Mouth]]>
Transformers, Michael Bay's blockbuster vision of a world in which Pontiac Solstices descend to Earth to save mankind and help scrawny teenagers get laid by chicks light years out of their league, has done well to service the needs of our inner, pre-adolescent boys. But what of the 8-year-old girls also living inside us? Thanks to the magic of the internets and the latest advancements in mashing-up technology, we can now experience the visionary fauxteur's take on another franchise based on a Hasbro toy line.

Michael Bay's My Little Pony may only be a cheeky fan homage, but once the six-day, 11-figure Transformers totals are tallied up, we wouldn't be surprised to see this story—about an alien race of equine dwarves with brushable manes and names like Licketysplit and Baby Rainribbon arriving via rainbow-wormhole to blow a bunch of shit up—fast-tracked into production.

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