The Blog Song

Do you think he wants us to check his blog? Proof positive that bloggers, no matter what their skin tone, cannot dance worth beans.

The only thing that could make this better is if he were wearing a short-sleeved shirt with that polyester tie. I wonder if that’s his real face or if those are Groucho glasses? I’ve always been partial to the MadV look, myself.

Only with tentacles.

hat-tip to TheAspiringHorseplayer

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and now, we Batusi

At last, a practical reason to study math!

The Little Drummer Boy, the Gimungous Drag Queen

I. Can’t. Believe. that I didn’t post this last year. Or the year before. Or, like, ev-ar. But this is, in my opinion, the only acceptable update of that Christmas classic The Little Drummer Boy since Bing and Bowie. It is, ladies and gentlemen and those on whom the good Lord and the rest of us reserve judgement, Ru. Fucking. Paul. and the bounciest choir of angels you’ve ever seen (even if that shepherd totally has white man’s rhythm).

From RuPaul‘s excellent blog, our thought o’ the day:

sometimes i find myself saying ‘where am i’ or ‘how do i know that person’, but more and more it’s becoming very evident that it really doesn’t matter.
all that matters is that we are here together.

Inspired by a slight difference of opinion over at TeenyManolo regarding “The Worst Christmas Songs of All Time” which list is, in my opinion, incomplete without this abomination (NSFdiabetics).

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what this world needs is more singing, dancing contraception

If they could somehow work jazz hands into this, it would be just about perfect.


NSFW if your boss is really, really uptight about cross-sectional illustrations of gay sex, or maybe also wooden dildos

Here, via The Manolo, is the singingest, dancingest Bollywood-fabulousest subtitlediest condom commercial you’ll ever lay eyes on. They’re like the Teletubbies of the prophylactic world!

It’s remarkable that somehow the Third World got the jump on us in this regard, but here is the proof. Surely, surely, if North Americans had condom commercials featuring Paula Abdul choreography and Celine Dion vocals, maybe throwing in some Sigfried and Roy or Zac Efron for the boys, we could eliminate unintended pregnancy overnight! Up With People and the whole celibacy movement just haven’t got the showbiz pizazz to pull it off. I mean, what can you do when Blair from Fats of Life is the best you’ve got? We need to ramp up the production values if this is ever going to work…as they said in Earth Girls are Easy, Southern California has the cosmetology equivalent of Stealth technology. The same can be said for its entertainment. What’s the first step?

First, we sign Bob Evans. Then, we wait, baby. Then we wait.

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Larry Craig and the Village People present: I Am Not Gay!

Rumour has it that Michael Jackson is developing it into a full-length musical, just as soon as he can sign the cast from Kid Nation for the chorus!

via Disembedded

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