socks for sex: the secret to satisfaction

O rly?

Well, maybe just for British people.

orgasm brain scan

BBC caption: Genuine orgasm: less brain actvity
raincoaster caption: no shit, Sherlock.

The BBC reports on a fascinating study of sexual satisfaction, deception, and big, ugly brain scans. With socks.

This is the pinnacle of every nerd’s erotic dreamland, isn’t it?

When they gave the couples socks to wear, about 80% of the couples were able to achieve orgasm compared with 50% previously in this staged environment.

So, that’s the secret of sex, is it?

Not so fast: what the researchers were actually researching was the differences in brain activation between fake and real female orgasms. And they found out how to tell the two brain scans apart. So, now you’ll always know if she’s faking.

Supah; there’s absolutely no market for this information, is there? Think about it.

Here’s a hint: if you force her to hook up to a big brain scanner prior to having sex, she’s never gonna have a real orgasm, no matter how many socks you put on her.

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contest: name that fad!

Bling Bling Ouch!

How to intro this…well, first of all you should know that the prize here is nothing less than immortal glory and the adoring praise of millions. There shall be none other like you on Earth; you will be unique among all peoples:

the one, the only, winner of the FADenclature contest on the ol’ raincoaster blog!

Seriously, how cool is that?

Which is all just a fancy way of saying No, there’s no money in it.

Something along the lines of the Tentacle Pornstar Name Challenge, this is a contest to develop the most amusing name for the soon-to-leave-the-pages-of-Snopes-forever (as soon as Lohan gets ahold of the idea anyway) concept of adorning one’s nether regions with what is known in the yoof community as “bling” and flashing said bling in the presence of witnesses if not actually paparazzi. Where can Paris, Lindsay et al go from here anyway? They’ve got to ramp it up somehow!

See here for background. Suggestions in the comments section. You’re up against some tough competition here; those Gawkerites can be lightning fast with the wisecracks, so bring your best game.

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save Britney’s sex tape!

Britney Spears

In the realm of celebrity myths, some inspire more fervent belief than others. No-one really believes that Michael Jackson was black or human once, for instance. But a great many fans have a passionate interest and zealous, if somewhat sweaty, belief in the existence of the mythical Britney Spears/Kevin Federline sex tape.

A mythical sex tape we have covered before at the ol’ raincoaster blog.

But, good people, there’s more to the story than what we wrote there.

Far more.

Rumours surfaced that the former KFed (now known as Fed-Ex) had a copy of the tape, and was threatening to release it unless bought off with millions of dollars and custody of their two children, Tater Tot and Federletus 2.0.

That’s where you come in.

Yes, fans, the spotless reputation of your idol, Ms. Britney Spears, simple Southern gal, single mom, and salt of the Earth (or at least one of those white powders, of one of the planets, maybe Venus) depends upon you. Play this delightful flash game and catch all the sex tapes Federline can throw before they reach the paparazzi.

Play the Britney Flash game.

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beaver shots: hairy robot beaver!

As you all know, we at the ol’ raincoaster blog pride ourselves on service journalism, particularly along the beaver lines, and this should service you right up. This incredible furry cyborg beaver is so hot it would make anyone feel inadequate. I mean, check it out:

Specs:
Intel Core 2 Duo processor – T7200 2.00 GHz 667 4MB 1.0375–1.3V
160G Hard drive – laptop drive
1G RAM – NBM 1G|PATRIOT DII667 PSD21G6672S R
Motherboard: AOpen Mini ITX A-I945GTT-VFA (RoHS) with external power supply
Panasonic UJ-85J 8X Slim DVD Burner
Tornado 80mm fan – ACCES FAN|80X38 3/4PTD8038H VTTD RT

She said “laptop.” Heh, heh. “External power supply” eh? Yeah, that’s probably just a coded expression for “secretly fucking the boss.” Like, if she talked him into buying Microsoft products.

Oh hey, I think we may have figured out who the manufacturer is. Like I said, this thing is intimidating! It would make anybody go micr…well, never mind.

Pictures and a 40-pic slideshow of the naked computerized beaver over the jump. Brace yourself; it’s hairy! Thanks to judyb12 for passing along this little gem.

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on the ubiquity of archetype

In a world seemingly shattering into slivers of seceding splinters, it is heartening indeed to finally recognize a buried treasure: a true archetype. Something that, apparently, unites all cultures, bridges all distances, makes all eras as one. It is Jungian, it is uplifting, it is …

the naughty nurse.

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