This isn't me.
I swear though, it could have been.
That there is an example of why I should never date or marry other doms.
This isn't me.
I swear though, it could have been.
That there is an example of why I should never date or marry other doms.
I haz crush on on maggie stiefvater.
I absolutely love this blog: "guess her muff".
I love it because it's a game, AND becauseit's (good quality) porn (pictures of lovely real naked girls, not posed pros).
I also love it because it's exactly the sort of game I play. I look at women in various circumstances (at work, at school-related parent meetings, at various social gatherings) and wonder, what's she look like naked. I wonder, does she shave? If so, how? Does she wax? Does she use a razor in the shower? Does she leave a landing strip, or is she sweetly, wetly bare (which is not just a preference of mine, but in truth a fetish; it's been so since long before porn adopted it as a standard).
This site has kept me entertained, and distracted, for two days now. Were I keeping score, my score would be lousy, almost always guessing wrong.
The site itself is work-safe, but beware the 'See the Answer' links. They're not just naked, some of them are profoundly pornographic (buttsechs!). So open with care. And prepare to be distracted.
I submitted this to pundit kitchen. They have not yet posted it, but god knows they should.
Don't watch at work. And REALLY don't forward to your co workers.
This is an HR nightmare.
This is funny in a fucked up pointless way:
(via BoingBoing)
MoreCowbell.dj is a little Flash app that takes in any MP3, analyses it, and adds rhythmic cowbell and Christopher Walken samples, thus vastly improving it.
I didn't get it to work as far as uploading my own song, but click a couple. They're worth significant giggles.
In other news, oh my god the week I'm having. It's like trench warfare in the office the last ten days, and me? I'm the guy wearing the biggest target.
It's not the sort of movie you write a detailed review of. It's just not.
It's funny, though. It's howlingly, screamingly funny; it's about as offensive as it can be without being mean spirited, and it works way, way better than you would expect.
Sure, Ben Stiller is still playing the same character he plays in every movie; shallow, vapid, self-involed, self-important, and stupid. But y'know, it keeps working. Yes, Jack Black is still playing Jack Black (he, though, can play other people, he just usually doesn't).
And yes, they say 'retard' about fifty million times.
Here's the thing though, with a movie like this. They know completely how offensive they're being. But the joke isn't at the expense of whomever they're poking fun at. The joke is on a character (in this case Stiller's character), but more importantly, it's on us, the audience. They're waving it in our faces (fat jokes, gay jokes, 'retard' jokes, race jokes), and they're saying, you're laughing at it aren't you? Shame on you.
The plot? Stupid. The characters? Stupid. The humor? Maybe not as low brow as it's possible to get, but close. But Robert Downey Jr is absolutely brilliantly funny as a method actor who's gone so far he's surgically changed races for a part. And Tom Cruise - who I loath - is hysterical and profoundly creepy as a lunatic studio exec **cough**justplayinghimself**cough**.
This is a movie where you hurt from laughing, and feel a vague sense that you should be offended, but aren't.
Get there on time, the movie opens with one of the funniest fake trailers you've ever seen (no, not the 'fatties' one!). And get the fuck over the 'retard' jokes.
Chelsea Girl, this cartoon makes me think of you.
(Carton by Phil Selby, found on The Rut by Celtie - thx baby!)