Sunday, May 31, 2009
awkward family photos
If you think your own family is too strange, be sure to visit Awkward Family Photos, where you'll find another one that's even weirder.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
somewhat gross, somewhat fascinating
Darling husband says my continuing fascination with tattoos suggests I want one myself. I don't know about that. I did find this one both fascinating and gross. There's true artistry here at the same time it's rather disturbing.
Friday, May 29, 2009
goodbye butt hole road
I first read about this and thought it was a hoax but it's actually true. There's a street in a little UK town called Butt Hole Road.
After residents grew tired of mooners showing up to take each other's photos, of delivery persons refusing to bring packages, they changed it to the rather benign "Archers Way."
The road was originally named for a communal water butt, an archaic form of water storage.
Now, however, there's a petition amongst purists to change the name back to Butt Hole Road. (Just in case you thinking I'm making this up, source here.)
In utterly unrelated news, I have a relative in the US who lives on Morning Wood Drive. They've had their street sign stolen quite a few times.
After residents grew tired of mooners showing up to take each other's photos, of delivery persons refusing to bring packages, they changed it to the rather benign "Archers Way."
The road was originally named for a communal water butt, an archaic form of water storage.
Now, however, there's a petition amongst purists to change the name back to Butt Hole Road. (Just in case you thinking I'm making this up, source here.)
In utterly unrelated news, I have a relative in the US who lives on Morning Wood Drive. They've had their street sign stolen quite a few times.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
whistler's hnt
Poor Whistler's mother looks so bored sitting in her chair. I thought she might like to join in this week's Half-Nekkid Thursday to cheer her up.
Anna McNeill Whistler was not the prude her portrait suggests her to be. Her son lived with his various mistresses at the same time as he roomed with Mums. He also had many wild Bohemian friends whom she befriended as well.
Anna McNeill Whistler was not the prude her portrait suggests her to be. Her son lived with his various mistresses at the same time as he roomed with Mums. He also had many wild Bohemian friends whom she befriended as well.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Bette Davis sitcom
If you're a classic movie and TV fan, you won't want to miss this: "The Decorator," a 1965 sitcom pilot starring Bette Davis and produced by Aaron Spelling that never made it on the air. The show is broken into three segments, which appear below. It's not very good, but it is quite campy and an excellent specimen of how vintage television skewed reality.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
sex games
I love roleplaying sex games. Unfortunately, many men aren't really into them. They either think they're silly or just can't get into it without laughing. They don't mind when the girl does a little sexual playacting, but I've found it's the rare man who can play along convincingly.
Darling Husband, fortunately, is one of them. I learned this very early in our relationship. That's one of the many reason I knew he was a keeper.
I think it helps if the man has studied improv, which my sweetie did a while ago. One day shortly after we started dating, when lying in bed after a wild romp, we started talking about our sexual likes and dislikes. I asked if he enjoyed roleplaying, and he said "oh yes" with a big smile. We were too pooped to give it a whirl then, but we did a few days later.
Planning to roleplay never seems to work for us because spontaneity is part of the fun. "Let's play careless young maid and lecherous employer tonight" sort of flattens the fizzle. We've also found that mid-day is best for roleplaying, because when you're already naked and in bed, it ends up seeming somehow false.
The games seem to work best when one partner assumes a dominant role while the other is submissive: wicked judge meets innocent defendant; demanding employer meets hapless employee; trickster landlord meets naive tenant and so forth. One partner, not necessarily the dominant one, suddenly springs an opening line on the other. It's sort of like a truth-or-dare moment -- can you suddenly get into character and play along with the game?
Of course, sometimes the timing can be wrong. Yesterday Darling Husband was doing something with one of our vehicles in the back shed. He was stripped to the waist, sweating like a pig, just staring into the engine compartment. I came up behind him and said in my sweetest naïf voice, "oh sir, sir, are you a mechanic? I desperately need help with my car right now."
He turned to look at me with a pleading expression. "Please not right now kitten," he begged. "This is going very badly." Needless to say, I relented immediately and let him get back to work.
Later, however, after dinner when he was looking in a kitchen cupboard, I swatted his bottom and went into imperious schoolmarm mode. He quickly went into character as the dullard high school hunk tricked into servicing his teacher to keep from failing. He got an excellent grade.
Darling Husband, fortunately, is one of them. I learned this very early in our relationship. That's one of the many reason I knew he was a keeper.
I think it helps if the man has studied improv, which my sweetie did a while ago. One day shortly after we started dating, when lying in bed after a wild romp, we started talking about our sexual likes and dislikes. I asked if he enjoyed roleplaying, and he said "oh yes" with a big smile. We were too pooped to give it a whirl then, but we did a few days later.
Planning to roleplay never seems to work for us because spontaneity is part of the fun. "Let's play careless young maid and lecherous employer tonight" sort of flattens the fizzle. We've also found that mid-day is best for roleplaying, because when you're already naked and in bed, it ends up seeming somehow false.
The games seem to work best when one partner assumes a dominant role while the other is submissive: wicked judge meets innocent defendant; demanding employer meets hapless employee; trickster landlord meets naive tenant and so forth. One partner, not necessarily the dominant one, suddenly springs an opening line on the other. It's sort of like a truth-or-dare moment -- can you suddenly get into character and play along with the game?
Of course, sometimes the timing can be wrong. Yesterday Darling Husband was doing something with one of our vehicles in the back shed. He was stripped to the waist, sweating like a pig, just staring into the engine compartment. I came up behind him and said in my sweetest naïf voice, "oh sir, sir, are you a mechanic? I desperately need help with my car right now."
He turned to look at me with a pleading expression. "Please not right now kitten," he begged. "This is going very badly." Needless to say, I relented immediately and let him get back to work.
Later, however, after dinner when he was looking in a kitchen cupboard, I swatted his bottom and went into imperious schoolmarm mode. He quickly went into character as the dullard high school hunk tricked into servicing his teacher to keep from failing. He got an excellent grade.
Monday, May 25, 2009
how to hide an unwanted erection
This made me laugh. I've never heard so many euphemisms for "penis" and "erection."
Sunday, May 24, 2009
andy houghton
Here's a look at the lovely and brilliant work of London-based photographer Andy Houghton. The third image is particularly gorgeous. If you click each photo, you can see a larger version.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
deal killer
He traces his finger lazily along your arm. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispers. You're dazzled by his mesmerizing eyes, his enchanting smile.
Things are heating up quickly. You throw caution to the window and pull off your sweater. His eyes widen and he gasps slightly as he takes in your naked breasts. "So incredibly perfect," he says. You shiver when his strong hands touch your naked flesh.
You reach over to unbutton his shirt. He grins in anticipation. In your haste, you practically tear the garment off him. And then you see...
Things are heating up quickly. You throw caution to the window and pull off your sweater. His eyes widen and he gasps slightly as he takes in your naked breasts. "So incredibly perfect," he says. You shiver when his strong hands touch your naked flesh.
You reach over to unbutton his shirt. He grins in anticipation. In your haste, you practically tear the garment off him. And then you see...
Friday, May 22, 2009
antique nudes
While researching photography for yesterday's post, I came across the image below, which I found quite striking. It's a daguerreotype made about 1850, now in the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.
The French photographer was Félix-Jacques-Antoine Moulin. He was prosecuted in 1851 for producing images that, according to court papers, were "so obscene that even to pronounce the titles would be to commit an indecency."
Nothing is known about the women. I wonder if they were actresses, who at the time were considered only slightly better than prostitutes. They could have been working girls as well. They seem so relaxed and at ease with each other and their nudity.
It's interesting that, so soon after photography was invented, men realized it was an ideal medium for capturing youth and nudity. These women were grandmothers long before our own grandmothers were born, but they will remain young and nubile for all eternity.
The French photographer was Félix-Jacques-Antoine Moulin. He was prosecuted in 1851 for producing images that, according to court papers, were "so obscene that even to pronounce the titles would be to commit an indecency."
Nothing is known about the women. I wonder if they were actresses, who at the time were considered only slightly better than prostitutes. They could have been working girls as well. They seem so relaxed and at ease with each other and their nudity.
It's interesting that, so soon after photography was invented, men realized it was an ideal medium for capturing youth and nudity. These women were grandmothers long before our own grandmothers were born, but they will remain young and nubile for all eternity.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
calotype hnt
This week's Half-Nekkid Thursday melds the ancient with the new. Using Photoshop and inspired by the 19th century calotype, a very early form of photography, I came up with this. Darling Husband, as usual, is the talent behind the lens.
While being naked as a jaybird might have shocked many Victorians, the earliest nude photography was considered artistic and not prurient. The more scandalized usage, a la "French postcards," did not appear until somewhat later in the 19th century. That's primarily because the first photographs were expensive and could not be reproduced, hence no mass production and peddling to the lowest common denominator by whispery men in alley entrances on insalubrious thoroughfares.
Technically, I am a bit more than "half nekkid" in this pose, but I am at least wearing a necklace.
While being naked as a jaybird might have shocked many Victorians, the earliest nude photography was considered artistic and not prurient. The more scandalized usage, a la "French postcards," did not appear until somewhat later in the 19th century. That's primarily because the first photographs were expensive and could not be reproduced, hence no mass production and peddling to the lowest common denominator by whispery men in alley entrances on insalubrious thoroughfares.
Technically, I am a bit more than "half nekkid" in this pose, but I am at least wearing a necklace.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
blueberry trojan
My friend Amanda, a big fan of "Hot Chicks With Douchebags," submitted this couple to the site but was rejected. She was surprised. While I think this pair is surreal, I do believe they go well beyond the realm of Douchedom into some stratolevel that has yet to be defined. I can see why they were not included.
Amanda thinks the guy looks like a giant blueberry. Yes, his nippies and his entire head are tattooed as are his complete forearms and lord only knows what else.
I think, however, he's trying to make himself look like an ancient Trojan with helmet. The geeky eyeglasses add a cerebral touch.
I also believe those things in his ears are actually inserted and pierced through his entire earlobes tribal style, so if you took them out, gigantic holes would remain. Ouch. Pretty damn hard to lose an earring that way. Imagine going through airport security with those. "Sir, excuse me, you'll have to remove those giant coat buttons rammed in your ears."
The girl, whoever she is, certainly seems smitten by him. Maybe he has a magical tongue.
Amanda thinks the guy looks like a giant blueberry. Yes, his nippies and his entire head are tattooed as are his complete forearms and lord only knows what else.
I think, however, he's trying to make himself look like an ancient Trojan with helmet. The geeky eyeglasses add a cerebral touch.
I also believe those things in his ears are actually inserted and pierced through his entire earlobes tribal style, so if you took them out, gigantic holes would remain. Ouch. Pretty damn hard to lose an earring that way. Imagine going through airport security with those. "Sir, excuse me, you'll have to remove those giant coat buttons rammed in your ears."
The girl, whoever she is, certainly seems smitten by him. Maybe he has a magical tongue.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
girl shoots beaver in school yearbook
A 16-year-old student at Sickles High School in Tampa, Florida, suddenly is the most popular girl in her school. Everyone opened up their new yearbooks the other day and there she is in a club photo, sitting with her legs slightly spread, shooting a beaver for all the world to see.
For its part, the school insists the beaver in question is merely a "shadow" and refused to recall the yearbooks after the girl's mother demanded they do so. "We don't believe there is exposure in the yearbook," said Hillsborough County School District Spokesperson, Linda Cobbe. (Like any boy in that high school would turn his back in.)
The girl admits she didn’t wear underwear on photo day because she didn’t want her panty lines to show. She says she did not flash on purpose. "Absolutely not," she told reporters. "It is ridiculously embarrassing."
Since the controversy erupted, pictures have surfaced showing the girl and her mother smoking a bong.
No word yet if the girl is in the running for the Sharon Stone Student of the Year Award.
For its part, the school insists the beaver in question is merely a "shadow" and refused to recall the yearbooks after the girl's mother demanded they do so. "We don't believe there is exposure in the yearbook," said Hillsborough County School District Spokesperson, Linda Cobbe. (Like any boy in that high school would turn his back in.)
The girl admits she didn’t wear underwear on photo day because she didn’t want her panty lines to show. She says she did not flash on purpose. "Absolutely not," she told reporters. "It is ridiculously embarrassing."
Since the controversy erupted, pictures have surfaced showing the girl and her mother smoking a bong.
No word yet if the girl is in the running for the Sharon Stone Student of the Year Award.
Monday, May 18, 2009
the rise and fall of craigslist sex
Craigslist has been much in the news lately, due to various homicidal activity and other scandals. You may also have read that the site will do away with its "Erotic Services" listings in the next few days.
This latter development has caused some people to think that "Casual Encounters" and the other personals sections were being eliminated, too, although that's incorrect.
From what I hear, however, they might as well do away with those sections, too. My girlfriends and former friends-with-benefits tell me the chances of actually consummating some NSA pickup sex from Craigslist is close to zero now.
Most of the ads are either placed by the same weird people over and over again, spammers, or prostitutes. Some are also placed by "picture collectors," old lechers posing as younger people in hopes they'll be emailed nudes in return.
Some months ago I wrote about my experiences with Craigslist back when I was single and it was a happening place. Sad to think a girl can't get that kind of quick sex easily on the site any longer.
With so many people looking for sex, with the internet offering so many new opportunities, I have to think someone soon will come up with an alternative to "Casual Encounters" on another site somewhere. Maybe something like a combination of Twitter and Craigslist.
Of course, it would take only a few months for the spammers and hookers to find the site. But some brilliant geek should be able to figure a way around them. Your computer shows an IP address each time you visit a site. I would think a site could be set up to filter out the IP addresses used by spammers and heavy commercial users. Or, it would only accept listings via local cell numbers, screened by some kind of caller ID feature.
Sex should be fun and without complications if you don't want them. With all that said, however, I'm certainly glad I'm married now. Having your own exclusive booty call always at the ready is one of the many benefits of wedded bliss.
This latter development has caused some people to think that "Casual Encounters" and the other personals sections were being eliminated, too, although that's incorrect.
From what I hear, however, they might as well do away with those sections, too. My girlfriends and former friends-with-benefits tell me the chances of actually consummating some NSA pickup sex from Craigslist is close to zero now.
Most of the ads are either placed by the same weird people over and over again, spammers, or prostitutes. Some are also placed by "picture collectors," old lechers posing as younger people in hopes they'll be emailed nudes in return.
Some months ago I wrote about my experiences with Craigslist back when I was single and it was a happening place. Sad to think a girl can't get that kind of quick sex easily on the site any longer.
With so many people looking for sex, with the internet offering so many new opportunities, I have to think someone soon will come up with an alternative to "Casual Encounters" on another site somewhere. Maybe something like a combination of Twitter and Craigslist.
Of course, it would take only a few months for the spammers and hookers to find the site. But some brilliant geek should be able to figure a way around them. Your computer shows an IP address each time you visit a site. I would think a site could be set up to filter out the IP addresses used by spammers and heavy commercial users. Or, it would only accept listings via local cell numbers, screened by some kind of caller ID feature.
Sex should be fun and without complications if you don't want them. With all that said, however, I'm certainly glad I'm married now. Having your own exclusive booty call always at the ready is one of the many benefits of wedded bliss.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
politically incorrect vagina humor
A fun place to visit is Engrish.com, a somewhat politically incorrect website that mocks Asian usage of English in products sold to the West. It's an absolute favorite site for my Asian-American friend Bee, so I don't feel guilty laughing at the humor.
Pictured below is a recent addition to the site, a feminine hygiene product from Hong Kong called "My In-Side Cleaner." According to the product package, it's ideal for "as a woman of the etiquette" and "when stinks." Its marketing claims include "wait impatiently for women" and "when menstruate comes."
Pictured below is a recent addition to the site, a feminine hygiene product from Hong Kong called "My In-Side Cleaner." According to the product package, it's ideal for "as a woman of the etiquette" and "when stinks." Its marketing claims include "wait impatiently for women" and "when menstruate comes."
Friday, May 15, 2009
guess her muff
Ever see a clothed woman and wonder what her kitty looks like? Is she shaved or natural? Ready to welcome B-52s on her landing strip?
If so, then Guess Her Muff is a great blog for you. The free site publishes fully clothed amateur shots featuring women of various attractiveness, then a click through link showing the woman's pussy.
The blog description reads as follows: "Do you think you can guess how a babe keeps her muff based on her how she dresses? Does your co-worker's carpet match the drapes? Is that geeky girl in your class secretly a sex kitten who shaves her twat bald? The answers might surprise you."
This would make a great idea for a game show!
"For $5,000, the trip to Cancun, and a year's supply of Eggo Waffles, tell us if Marie is trimmed or sports a patch!"
I will confess I looked through all of the pictures on the site to see if a certain ex-boyfriend had donated any of my pictures to the site. Fortunately, he did not.
(The before plus two after pictures of the girl in the shot below can be seen here.)
If so, then Guess Her Muff is a great blog for you. The free site publishes fully clothed amateur shots featuring women of various attractiveness, then a click through link showing the woman's pussy.
The blog description reads as follows: "Do you think you can guess how a babe keeps her muff based on her how she dresses? Does your co-worker's carpet match the drapes? Is that geeky girl in your class secretly a sex kitten who shaves her twat bald? The answers might surprise you."
This would make a great idea for a game show!
"For $5,000, the trip to Cancun, and a year's supply of Eggo Waffles, tell us if Marie is trimmed or sports a patch!"
I will confess I looked through all of the pictures on the site to see if a certain ex-boyfriend had donated any of my pictures to the site. Fortunately, he did not.
(The before plus two after pictures of the girl in the shot below can be seen here.)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
mondrian hnt
I had the idea to do a Mondrian-inspired Half-Nekkid Thursday entry this week, but then I couldn't find the right painting for quite a while. Too many of his paintings either had more horizontal-shaped boxes or the proportion of boxes was wrong.
I also learned while creating this that Mondrian didn't draw his lines straight. I guess he didn't use a ruler.
There's a pretty famous hotel in Los Angeles called the Mondrian Hotel, but they heavily downplayed the Mondrian-inspired decor after a while. It's the location for the famous SkyBar, a uber-trendy nightspot. I used to dance at a club near the Mondrian. If you're familiar with LA you could probably guess which one.
I also learned while creating this that Mondrian didn't draw his lines straight. I guess he didn't use a ruler.
There's a pretty famous hotel in Los Angeles called the Mondrian Hotel, but they heavily downplayed the Mondrian-inspired decor after a while. It's the location for the famous SkyBar, a uber-trendy nightspot. I used to dance at a club near the Mondrian. If you're familiar with LA you could probably guess which one.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
enterprise destroyed by death star
I thought this was clever. I'm something of a sci-fi geek girl but also a purist, too. I've probably read Dune twenty times but wasn't blown away by the later books.
I wouldn't even consider watching the remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still. In my humble opinion, all the Alien sequels paled in comparison to the original, one of my favorite movies of all time. The same for Star Wars. I am looking forward to seeing the new Star Trek movie. I did, however, like all three Lord of the Rings movies.
Darling Husband is not a scifi fan. It's one of our few spots of disagreement. He will sit through a whole movie if I want to see it, however. Bless him.
I wouldn't even consider watching the remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still. In my humble opinion, all the Alien sequels paled in comparison to the original, one of my favorite movies of all time. The same for Star Wars. I am looking forward to seeing the new Star Trek movie. I did, however, like all three Lord of the Rings movies.
Darling Husband is not a scifi fan. It's one of our few spots of disagreement. He will sit through a whole movie if I want to see it, however. Bless him.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Brian Williams' neckties
Blogging is a form of therapy, a form of release, a place to let your eccentricities loose in a medium you control. You can be a little weird and anonymous at the same time.
Take the case of Nance, a high school English teacher from Ohio. She blogs, presumably, to find release. She does not blog, however, about the wretched state of high school education, about how her thick-brained students split infinitives or confuse "their" and "there."
Nance writes a popular blog that has been widely recognized by the medium. She has something of a cult following.
What does Nance blog about, you ask?
Nearly every weekday, Nance blogs about NBC news anchor Brian Williams' neckties.
As proof that even the most ordinary topic can be interesting if written about well, she doesn't write a bland analysis of Brian's neckwear. No "stripes again today" here, no bland inventory of chevrons, twills, and preppy patterns.
Nance writes about his ties with passion, with style, with a certain verve. Her blog is actually fun.
Of course it helps if you're a Williams fan. I've always much preferred him over his competition because of his genuine warmth and "everymanness." Even though I'm 10,000 miles away, I can still get my Brian fix. Some of what you see on American TV webpages cannot be seen internationally, for whatever reason. I cannot watch Lost, for example. Fortunately, I can still see the NBC Nightly News on the web whenever I want.
Be sure to check out Nance's blog, as well as the two other quirky ones she pens (found via her Blogger profile).
Take the case of Nance, a high school English teacher from Ohio. She blogs, presumably, to find release. She does not blog, however, about the wretched state of high school education, about how her thick-brained students split infinitives or confuse "their" and "there."
Nance writes a popular blog that has been widely recognized by the medium. She has something of a cult following.
What does Nance blog about, you ask?
Nearly every weekday, Nance blogs about NBC news anchor Brian Williams' neckties.
As proof that even the most ordinary topic can be interesting if written about well, she doesn't write a bland analysis of Brian's neckwear. No "stripes again today" here, no bland inventory of chevrons, twills, and preppy patterns.
Nance writes about his ties with passion, with style, with a certain verve. Her blog is actually fun.
Of course it helps if you're a Williams fan. I've always much preferred him over his competition because of his genuine warmth and "everymanness." Even though I'm 10,000 miles away, I can still get my Brian fix. Some of what you see on American TV webpages cannot be seen internationally, for whatever reason. I cannot watch Lost, for example. Fortunately, I can still see the NBC Nightly News on the web whenever I want.
Be sure to check out Nance's blog, as well as the two other quirky ones she pens (found via her Blogger profile).
Monday, May 11, 2009
the time traveler's wife
Occasionally I check out a novel from the library but, after a few chapters, I find I just can't get into it, so I return it without finishing. Then a few years later, I decide to try again and just can't put the book down. Has that ever happened to you?
A few years ago I tried to read The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. I just could not get into it, perhaps because the book skips around through different time periods. The plot involves a hunky librarian with a rare gene that causes him to involuntarily time travel back and forth to visit his wife in different decades. Sometimes he's 40 when she's 20, sometimes he's 30 when she's 20 and so forth.
The book is quite long and has many cuts back and forth in time. I decided to give it a go again. For whatever reason, the second read really clicked with me. I just could not put it down. The novel was a bit draggy and redundant in a few places but a small complaint about an otherwise fantastic book.
I think being a little older and now married also helped. I saw Darling Husband as the sexy male character and Yours Truly as the female lead. Of course, my sweetie does not travel back and forth in time (at least I don't think he does), but he and the character have some common characteristics.
A film version of the book is due out this summer. It's being released in August in America. According to my screenwriter friend Ted, a late summer release is a sign it might have problems. Telling a cohesive story while jumping around in time might be difficult for a film. Part of the reason why the book worked may be why the movie doesn't work, since film is a much more linear medium.
The lovely Rachel McAdams plays the female lead alongside the gorgeous Eric Bana (see publicity still below). Curiously, I bear some resemblance to McAdams while Darling Husband looks like a more muscular Bana. Both men have the same great big brown eyes.
In light of this experience, I've decided to wade into another novel I abandoned before, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Some eighty pages in, I'm not loving it, but not hating it either. I'm determined to last this time. But footnotes in a novel, really, that is a bit much.
A few years ago I tried to read The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. I just could not get into it, perhaps because the book skips around through different time periods. The plot involves a hunky librarian with a rare gene that causes him to involuntarily time travel back and forth to visit his wife in different decades. Sometimes he's 40 when she's 20, sometimes he's 30 when she's 20 and so forth.
The book is quite long and has many cuts back and forth in time. I decided to give it a go again. For whatever reason, the second read really clicked with me. I just could not put it down. The novel was a bit draggy and redundant in a few places but a small complaint about an otherwise fantastic book.
I think being a little older and now married also helped. I saw Darling Husband as the sexy male character and Yours Truly as the female lead. Of course, my sweetie does not travel back and forth in time (at least I don't think he does), but he and the character have some common characteristics.
A film version of the book is due out this summer. It's being released in August in America. According to my screenwriter friend Ted, a late summer release is a sign it might have problems. Telling a cohesive story while jumping around in time might be difficult for a film. Part of the reason why the book worked may be why the movie doesn't work, since film is a much more linear medium.
The lovely Rachel McAdams plays the female lead alongside the gorgeous Eric Bana (see publicity still below). Curiously, I bear some resemblance to McAdams while Darling Husband looks like a more muscular Bana. Both men have the same great big brown eyes.
In light of this experience, I've decided to wade into another novel I abandoned before, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Some eighty pages in, I'm not loving it, but not hating it either. I'm determined to last this time. But footnotes in a novel, really, that is a bit much.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
itty bitty tiny sexy people
Vincent Bousserez is a French artist who creates wonderful juxtapositions featuring ordinary objects and itty bitty tiny people. Some are G-rated while others are R-rated. Click on the samples below to see much larger versions.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
bookstore find
I'm wondering: What is the percentage of men who buy this book because they want to impress anyone who sees them carrying it? What is the percentage of men who actually need it? I'm guessing about 99.8 percent for the first one and .2 percent for the second.
Friday, May 8, 2009
hunk priest caught in sex scandal
The biggest story from America right now in the Australian tabloids is the hot scandal out of Miami involving a hunky Catholic priest, who is improbably named Father Cutie.
The himbo cleric, who's picture below, is hugely popular amongst Hispanic Americans who affectionaly call him "Father Oprah." He's written a best-selling book, pens a syndicated newspaper advice column, and appears regularly on television and radio.
All of this came to a crashing end this week after a Spanish-language magazine announced it was planning to publish pictures of the 39-year-0ld priest romping shirtless on a popular Miami beach with a bikini-clad woman. He's seen kissing her in some of the pictures and, in one, he has his hand inside her suit bottom, fondling her tush.
Cutie has been stripped of his parish by the church and forbidden to appear in public as a result of the revelation. However, his many fans, most of them practicing Catholics, continue to support him and quite vocally so.
A priest putting his hand down a woman's bathing suit does not automatically prove he has broken his vow of celibacy, but as the old saying goes, "where there's smoke, there's fire."
That aside, I think this scandal underscores the serious disconnect between the Vatican hierarchy and the general public. In my mind, a vow of celibacy makes as much sense today as stoning adulterers. The Catholic church has failed to evolve with time. It has become a haven for pedophiles while heavily discouraging worthwhile people from entering the ministry by enforcing its ludicrously outdated celibacy tenet.
While celibacy may once have worked to focus a priest's attention toward his duty, it has the opposite effect now. The doctrine is dooming the church to extinction. Father Cutie brought people into the faith through his enthusiasm, his message, and his inclusiveness. Now he has been cast aside. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
In trying to suppress sex, the church has done the opposite and fallen on its own sword in the process.
The Shaker faith was enormously popular in nineteenth century America. The faith also incorporated celibacy as a keystone of its belief system.
And how many Shakers are left today?
None.
I rest my case.
The himbo cleric, who's picture below, is hugely popular amongst Hispanic Americans who affectionaly call him "Father Oprah." He's written a best-selling book, pens a syndicated newspaper advice column, and appears regularly on television and radio.
All of this came to a crashing end this week after a Spanish-language magazine announced it was planning to publish pictures of the 39-year-0ld priest romping shirtless on a popular Miami beach with a bikini-clad woman. He's seen kissing her in some of the pictures and, in one, he has his hand inside her suit bottom, fondling her tush.
Cutie has been stripped of his parish by the church and forbidden to appear in public as a result of the revelation. However, his many fans, most of them practicing Catholics, continue to support him and quite vocally so.
A priest putting his hand down a woman's bathing suit does not automatically prove he has broken his vow of celibacy, but as the old saying goes, "where there's smoke, there's fire."
That aside, I think this scandal underscores the serious disconnect between the Vatican hierarchy and the general public. In my mind, a vow of celibacy makes as much sense today as stoning adulterers. The Catholic church has failed to evolve with time. It has become a haven for pedophiles while heavily discouraging worthwhile people from entering the ministry by enforcing its ludicrously outdated celibacy tenet.
While celibacy may once have worked to focus a priest's attention toward his duty, it has the opposite effect now. The doctrine is dooming the church to extinction. Father Cutie brought people into the faith through his enthusiasm, his message, and his inclusiveness. Now he has been cast aside. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
In trying to suppress sex, the church has done the opposite and fallen on its own sword in the process.
The Shaker faith was enormously popular in nineteenth century America. The faith also incorporated celibacy as a keystone of its belief system.
And how many Shakers are left today?
None.
I rest my case.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
commemorative HNT stamp
I read somewhere that postage rates are going up in the United States. In honor of the occasion, I thought a philately related Half-Nekkid Thursday was in order. Just be sure you lick it on the correct side!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
the easiest lay in the room
"There goes the easiest lay in the room," a man says about a young woman in Joan Didion's novel Run River. "I can always spot them, something scared in their eyes."
I keep a running file of interesting lines from novels and books I've read. I recently reread Run River, and this one jumped out at me again.
Just as women talk about things out of the earshot of menfolk, I imagine guys do the same with their gender. So I asked Darling Husband if there was any truth to this line. His handsome face grows serious and pensive when I ask him questions like this.
"I wouldn't call it scared as in fear," he said. "A bit of urgency mixed with a hint of desperation. There's just a sense some girls give off that they need a good fuck so badly. Not just any fuck but a good one."
I madly wrote this down as he said it. "This is going in the blog," he said, a statement not a question.
"What about me?" I asked. "Did you see that when you first met me?"
He thought a moment and then said when he first met me, I seemed both fearless and slightly fragile at once, that I didn't need anyone to survive, but I did someone to thrive.
I think that's both honest and amazingly perceptive because he was exactly right, but of course he didn't answer my question. So I rephrase; did he get the sense I was an easy lay?
He answered he wasn't honestly thinking about that when he met me. He said he just knew he was going to fuck me, so no matter how difficult it was to bed me, he was determined to succeed.
"But I knew for certain you would be one hot fuck, kitten," he said. "And damn if I wasn't right."
I keep a running file of interesting lines from novels and books I've read. I recently reread Run River, and this one jumped out at me again.
Just as women talk about things out of the earshot of menfolk, I imagine guys do the same with their gender. So I asked Darling Husband if there was any truth to this line. His handsome face grows serious and pensive when I ask him questions like this.
"I wouldn't call it scared as in fear," he said. "A bit of urgency mixed with a hint of desperation. There's just a sense some girls give off that they need a good fuck so badly. Not just any fuck but a good one."
I madly wrote this down as he said it. "This is going in the blog," he said, a statement not a question.
"What about me?" I asked. "Did you see that when you first met me?"
He thought a moment and then said when he first met me, I seemed both fearless and slightly fragile at once, that I didn't need anyone to survive, but I did someone to thrive.
I think that's both honest and amazingly perceptive because he was exactly right, but of course he didn't answer my question. So I rephrase; did he get the sense I was an easy lay?
He answered he wasn't honestly thinking about that when he met me. He said he just knew he was going to fuck me, so no matter how difficult it was to bed me, he was determined to succeed.
"But I knew for certain you would be one hot fuck, kitten," he said. "And damn if I wasn't right."
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Jake Gyllenhaal unzipped
A few months ago, I featured a photo of Brad Pitt at half mast. Today Jake Gyllenhaal joins the ranks of celebrities blissfully wandering about in public without properly securing their junk.
Those two girls behind him probably called their 463 closest friends and gasped, "OMG we just saw Jake Gyllenhaal." I suspect they missed that he was en déshabillé.
Perhaps flapping about in the wind is the new black in Hollywood. Why is it that men always have problems with their zipper but we women never do?
Those two girls behind him probably called their 463 closest friends and gasped, "OMG we just saw Jake Gyllenhaal." I suspect they missed that he was en déshabillé.
Perhaps flapping about in the wind is the new black in Hollywood. Why is it that men always have problems with their zipper but we women never do?
Monday, May 4, 2009
fuck house
As one is wont to do during Internet wanderings, I stumbled somehow on this webpage documenting a dispute between preservationists and computer titan Steve Jobs. The fracas involves a much neglected 17,250-square-foot mansion Jobs owns. Be sure to click the link above because there are many more images of this fascinating house, a few of which I've shown below.
Looking at these pictures reminded me of an abandoned mansion very near where I grew up in the Midwest. It was a popular spot for teenage assignations.
I was introduced to the place by a cute, quiet guy named Joseph when I was about fifteen. He lived in my neighborhood, and we had occasionally played as small children. I remember he was something of a whiner and sulker when a game fell into dispute. Because he went to a parochial school and was a year older than me, I didn't see much of him as I grew older.
One night at a party, however, I recognized Joseph drinking with some other boys. He was sort of weedy when he was smaller, but he had grown into a tall, angular hunk. While once prone to petulance, he radiated a sort of shy, sultry intensity as a teenager. I fell into conversation with him and, pretty soon, we paired off to make out like fiends, although nothing happened that first night.
Joseph asked me out, and we went to see a movie that weekend. Afterwards, things got pretty hot in the car but did not proceed to consummation. He had some kind of impossibly uncool ride so he told me about a place we could go. He drove to the abandoned mansion. The grounds were hugely overgrown, and the house was in much worse shape than the Jobs mansion, but it nonetheless had commodious rooms providing an ideal, albeit spooky setting for teenage sex.
While Joseph was whiny as a child, he was a fairly accomplished lover for a teenager. I remember distinctly that he understood about foreplay. He was also rather well hung. He was quite the gentleman, too, and before we fucked on the particular windowseat which became something of a semi-regular trysting spot for us, he always swept the surface clean with his handkerchief. Some time later, he told me that some of his friends had nicknamed the ruined mansion "Fuck House."
Joseph eventually moved on to another girl named Nancy who went to his school; she later became pregnant by another boy. About a year later, Fuck House was finally torn down to make way for new McMansions. Fuck House had a huge pipe organ which, unfortunately, was completely inoperative. Some of the local boys stole many of the pipes to make into bongs.
I have heard that Joseph is now finishing law school. I wonder if he's still a rake or does some girl have him wrapped around her finger. Perhaps some day our paths will cross again.
Looking at these pictures reminded me of an abandoned mansion very near where I grew up in the Midwest. It was a popular spot for teenage assignations.
I was introduced to the place by a cute, quiet guy named Joseph when I was about fifteen. He lived in my neighborhood, and we had occasionally played as small children. I remember he was something of a whiner and sulker when a game fell into dispute. Because he went to a parochial school and was a year older than me, I didn't see much of him as I grew older.
One night at a party, however, I recognized Joseph drinking with some other boys. He was sort of weedy when he was smaller, but he had grown into a tall, angular hunk. While once prone to petulance, he radiated a sort of shy, sultry intensity as a teenager. I fell into conversation with him and, pretty soon, we paired off to make out like fiends, although nothing happened that first night.
Joseph asked me out, and we went to see a movie that weekend. Afterwards, things got pretty hot in the car but did not proceed to consummation. He had some kind of impossibly uncool ride so he told me about a place we could go. He drove to the abandoned mansion. The grounds were hugely overgrown, and the house was in much worse shape than the Jobs mansion, but it nonetheless had commodious rooms providing an ideal, albeit spooky setting for teenage sex.
While Joseph was whiny as a child, he was a fairly accomplished lover for a teenager. I remember distinctly that he understood about foreplay. He was also rather well hung. He was quite the gentleman, too, and before we fucked on the particular windowseat which became something of a semi-regular trysting spot for us, he always swept the surface clean with his handkerchief. Some time later, he told me that some of his friends had nicknamed the ruined mansion "Fuck House."
Joseph eventually moved on to another girl named Nancy who went to his school; she later became pregnant by another boy. About a year later, Fuck House was finally torn down to make way for new McMansions. Fuck House had a huge pipe organ which, unfortunately, was completely inoperative. Some of the local boys stole many of the pipes to make into bongs.
I have heard that Joseph is now finishing law school. I wonder if he's still a rake or does some girl have him wrapped around her finger. Perhaps some day our paths will cross again.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
art or joke?
Is this supposed to be artistic or humorous? I can't decide. Some of those little faces are sort of, well, scary. The drooling one looks like something George Lucas would use in one of his Star Wars movies.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
masturbate-a-thon today!
I was just reading Library Vixen, where she has news about a Masturbate-a-Thon today.
This important event benefits the Center for Sex & Culture, where they offer such classes as "Ladies Lapdance Techniques" and "Erotic Improv." I could teach things like that! Maybe I should start an organization like this here in Sydney.
The Masturbate-a-Thon is a simple concept. Like a walk-a-thon, participants raise pledges for each minute they pleasure themselves during the event, which will be streaming live at 3pm California time today.
Several women are featured masturbators, and there will be contests for things like longest squirt and longest time spent masturbating.
You to can lend a hand to this worthy cause!
This important event benefits the Center for Sex & Culture, where they offer such classes as "Ladies Lapdance Techniques" and "Erotic Improv." I could teach things like that! Maybe I should start an organization like this here in Sydney.
The Masturbate-a-Thon is a simple concept. Like a walk-a-thon, participants raise pledges for each minute they pleasure themselves during the event, which will be streaming live at 3pm California time today.
Several women are featured masturbators, and there will be contests for things like longest squirt and longest time spent masturbating.
You to can lend a hand to this worthy cause!
Friday, May 1, 2009
the penis as rosetta stone
From the latest issue of Scientific American:
According to evolutionary psychologist Gordon Gallup of the State University of New York at Albany, the human penis is actually an impressive "tool" in the truest sense of the word, one manufactured by nature over hundreds of thousands of years of human evolution.
The curious thing about the evolution of the human penis is that, for something that differs so obviously in shape and size from that of our closest living relatives, only in the past few years have researchers begun to study it in any detail.
If you start with what you see today -- the oddly shaped penis, with its bulbous head, its long, rigid shaft, and the ridge that forms the umbrella lip -- and work your way backward regarding how it came to look like that, a reverse-engineer is able to posit what it looks like it does, and so much different than other species.
For the full article, click here. It can get a little dense but is interesting reading nonetheless.
According to evolutionary psychologist Gordon Gallup of the State University of New York at Albany, the human penis is actually an impressive "tool" in the truest sense of the word, one manufactured by nature over hundreds of thousands of years of human evolution.
The curious thing about the evolution of the human penis is that, for something that differs so obviously in shape and size from that of our closest living relatives, only in the past few years have researchers begun to study it in any detail.
If you start with what you see today -- the oddly shaped penis, with its bulbous head, its long, rigid shaft, and the ridge that forms the umbrella lip -- and work your way backward regarding how it came to look like that, a reverse-engineer is able to posit what it looks like it does, and so much different than other species.
For the full article, click here. It can get a little dense but is interesting reading nonetheless.
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