Celebrity Sex Faces

More from the twisted genius which is DC Lugi. Nice to see Edith Bunker getting some, eh? The only real question is, which of these is Christopher Walken and which is his mother?

I might do a list, except I haven’t had tv for a decade, so I don’t know how half these people are.
Want to give me a hand in the comments section?

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A thousand words

You know what they say…

Paternity

Passed along by Mistress Cowfish at CelebratingTheAbsurd

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Wanted

Vicky Pollard and kids

Job posting of the year, this one.

I have a friend. My friend is smart. My friend is funny. My friend is possessed of a wide and varied range of interests and a keen appreciation for what people call “having a life” that precludes her putting mundane concepts like Calvinism, Liberal Guilt, or Suburbianism ahead of that whole life-having thing. And one day we were in conversation; well, if truth be known we were in IM or rather, I believe, GChat: one of those things for sure. And the recurring theme of prosperity and my own lack thereof arose, as it is wont to do whenever it wonts to, and she said, Come over here (meaning England). They’ve never seen a work ethic in their lives. I am serious: They will throw money at you.

And I liked the sound of that, I did. But I doubted. Yes, I doubted my good friend’s word, despite the fact that all my English friends who do have work ethics are never short of work for long and always get paid well when they’re working. I read everywhere in the English press about the terrible plague of unemployment in the country, the near-impossibility of obtaining anything approaching a living wage, and the terrible, grinding burden of the Sisyphean workload forced upon a helpless workforce by faceless corporate overlords in Monte Carlo.

But eventually I read different. I stopped reading the news and started reading the facts.

I read a starting wage of over $40,000 per year offered to someone who hadn’t yet passed final exams (capable and worthy though we know StevenL to be) and then I read something even more interesting, although not useful to those of my rarefied gender.

I read this want ad:

Teenage Pregnancy Implementation Manager

Grade 8 £29,728 to £33,291 (bar at £32,436)

Location: Joint Health Unit, Town Hall Extension, Manchester, M60 2LA

Hours: 35 per week

We are now looking for an experienced and enthusiastic individual to support the management of the local teenage pregnancy programme. The successful candidate will be a strategic thinker with strong project management skills and a proven track record of partnership working. Reporting to the Teenage Pregnancy Coordinator, the postholder will contribute to the development, implementation and monitoring … Excellent communication and negotiation skills are required…

Or at least the ability to say, “Buy you a drink?” in a Lancashire accent.

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Squid-O-Grams

Kissing Squid-O-Gram

Zeta Male theory or no, I continue to wish this rotten old computer would let me play in Second Life. And from Metro comes just another reason for me to sit here, eating my heart out.

Squid-O-Grams. Kissing Squid-O-Grams.

Cuddlefish Junction Kissing Squidogram! You set up what you want the squid to say and send it off to your unsuspecting friends. What they see is a bucket. A harmless little bucket that asks them to click it. Then a squid jumps out into their face and the hilarity ensues. Get them at the main store.

Seriously, would your heart not warm to anyone, no matter how zeta, who sent you one of these? Let’s face it, this isn’t the High Renaissance: we ain’t got sonnets, but we’ve got Squid!

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Then vs Now: the decline and fall, from an equine perspective

Then:

George Stubbs Lion Attacking Horse

George Stubbs A Lion Attacking A Horse was painted sometime around 1765… The horse is majestic but doomed, the lion, a ravaging monster. It’s Claude Lorraine meets Lord of The Rings.

Now:

Lion on Horseback

The shocking pictures come from the animal park at Xiamen in Fujian, south-east China, where the public seem to delight in humiliating circus-style stunts and have no regard for animal cruelty. Conditions are poor, with big cats including lions, tigers and leopards and other large animals including bears kept in solitary confinement in tiny cages.

So I see the fin was a little late this siècle.

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