the history of tentacle porn

I freely admit this doesn’t do it for me, but there must be millions out there it DOES do it for, and for those millions I freely post the History of Tentacle Porn. I do find it fascinating that most of this is a response to overly-specific porn definitions.

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not dead

just illin’. As is WordPress, which has stymied several posting attempts.

Until I’m well again, please amuse yourselves by clicking through the tags randomly, or just read a nice, solid rant. All my people love a nice rant against some undersocialized dweeb, right?

Elvira at 80

Stole this from the Stripper Blog, which I recommend for casual browsing, and yes, it’s SFW, regardless of what WordPress currently says about it.

Elvira at 80

Camp Crystal Lake: seasons in the sun, serial killers in the shadows

welcome to camp jellyjamFrom Duct Tape and Rouge, via Defamer, even though I’m still mad at them, dammit. Okay, so they read BoingBoing too; that doesn’t mean I didn’t send them the Brian Atene 2.0. Remember that Star Trek where the green Batgirl recites a piece, saying “I wrote that yesterday” and her boyfriend yells “It’s Shakespeare, and he wrote it centuries ago!” to which she both rightfully and indignantly replied, “that doesn’t mean that I didn’t write it yesterday!”

Quite right, too.

Here is Camp Crystal Lake‘s post-season debrief, with an emphasis on increasing camper retention by decreasing the Gory Death Quotient.

With November’s cold weather quickly approaching, we’re once again faced with the end of another camping season here at Camp Crystal Lake. This will be the last newsletter until next March when we begin the staffing process for our summer camp programs. I’d like to thank our Cheerleader Camp!camp counselors for a job well done. As always, I’d like to use this final letter to talk about the things that worked this past year and also to address some possible changes we can make to make next season that much more successful and enjoyable…

Try to decrease employee turnover rate by 10%
While I love to hire new people for our camp counselor program each year, I would love to see some of our older counselors take a more proactive approach in pursuing a career with Camp Crystal Lake. At the beginning of the summer, I really felt like one of our counselors, Adam, was going to do great things with us well into the future, but sadly, he took his own life after a canoeing session by pinning himself against a tree and twisting his own head around 360 degrees. Of the remaining counselors, the ones who weren’t murdered are currently in therapy to help them cope with watching their peers get slaughtered like cattle. I went ahead and told some of them to stay in touch if they are looking for future employment, but I’m not banking on anything there since I really don’t know a lot about the duration of that kind of therapy.

Attack of the Hicks!

This is a Hicks free zone 

For reasons best left unsaid, it entertains me to watch other people fending off swarming loyalista (nay, Unquestionista) fans when they cluster and attack in those occasional, apparently-random movements dictated by hive mind.

Here is the latest version, from Logged Hours, via Gawker. What is unique about the American Idol phenomenon is that, other than Simon and Paula, it appears as if every contestant has been stripped of all possible personality just prior to appearing and that they have, in fact, been manufactured especially for this moment, having no pasts in which to have retroactively embarassed themselves or the millions of people who stayed home to watch rather than, say, vote.

These are the least offensive group of stars the universe has ever seen. Why, then, is the drama quotient of their fandoms the equivalent of a sack of enriched plutonium at a Kabul night market? It’s not just Taylor’s Hicks; anybody remember the 5,000-comment Claymate threads on Perez Hilton‘s site?

the measure of a man, indeed!

In any case, to the Hicks!

Dear Crazy Taylor Hicks fans,

Please STOP COMMENTING on my blog about how AMAZINGLY HOT you think your weirdo sex-object is and take your creepy internet fan-love somewhere else.

I don’t give a hoot in the wind if you think that I have a “fickle aesthetic”. If you think that Taylor Hicks is the hottest man alive, you need your head checked. That is my OPINION. I am entitled to my opinion, especially since it’s my goddamn blog. I don’t care that you love him and would try and have his children from DNA derived from some used napkin you bought on eBay. I don’t want to hear it.