remember when that seal slapped a kayaker with an octopus? apparently owner of video was content to make it a gopro commercial, but still, fascinating.
reminiscent of when those seals in hawaii had a juvenile fad of getting an eel stuck up one nostril. the behavior of some weird mer-dogs, being weird. remarkable.
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I’ve been doing something silly that might be getting less traffic on my higher effort posts. I queue a serious post for 6:30 AM Eastern time and a frivolous link post for 9:30 AM.
It’s to give heavy stuff a light chaser, but it could result in anybody checking in at 10 AM assuming I’m posting nothing but foolery. If that’s you, scroll back a bit, if you please.
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haruka plays two recorders with her nostrils.
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couldn’t help it; had to post another one by zane golia. i love this stuff because it isn’t mean. you can watch this if you’re a jerk about guy fieri, but it’s even better if you have some affection for him and his persona. like the frakes videos. btw, if either of those dudes is a milkshake duck, don’t tell me.
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remember those lonely island dudes? before they were famous, they did this rap about a rather specific bestiality. trust me, it’s funny tho.
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remember these jonathan frakes compilations coming up in your yewchoob recs? good shit. the guy’s whole catalog on yt is worth a look – dare i say a subscribe? anyway,
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Sorry to not deliver on the promise of that headline. It was just another case of sidebar vandalism, on my part. Not that I’m morally opposed to horny fan comicking about syndicated nosy cartoon grandma Mary Worth, but it’s more effort than this post requires, and I’d probably get another FtB Ethics Committee called down on me.
My dude once observed that bro-ish young artists all seem drawn to making horny or violent versions of innocent characters from the comics, the cartoons, children’s TV, etc. It was certainly a recurring theme at the art school I went to. This has a ye olde tradition in what were once called “Tijuana bibles,” where you could see Popeye and Blondie get it on.
I am not going to sit here and tell you that I haven’t drawn Blondie and Dagwood knowing each other maritally, and that as Dagwood went for a post-coital sandwich he wasn’t turned into a zombie by the reanimated Calvin of And Hobbes fame. But is that a pursuit worthy of an artist’s gifts?
Sure. Why not? I once dreamed of starting a project where I’d take a random comic strip and continue whatever situation was happening past the punchline into a pornographic scenario, doing my best imitation of the drawing style. Might actually work in reverse too, having the porn culminate in the events of the strip. Still, never got around to it.
Anyway, a hearty welcome to anybody who found FreethoughtBlogs dot com by googling “mary worth hentai.” Have you considered if atheism might be right for you?
Take off your shoes and make yourself at home.
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You wake from fitful dreams to find yourself transformed into a giant insect. What do you do?
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I’m sure we’ve all been following the really important things happening in US culture at the moment, but it’s nice to see our humorists put them in perspective, cut through the haze of this whirlwind we’re all experiencing. I present for you D’Angelo Wallace’s thoughts on ostensible feminist Katy Perry’s newest album, made with the help of notorious alleged rapist Dr. Luke.
Well worth watching.
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Since Mano is doing light posting for the moment, the rest of us should be picking up the slack, but it’s looking slow around the network. To fill the manohole, I’m going to do three manoposts today. This be the first. I am far from perfect at impressions, at capturing the essence of another’s voice, so apologies. Since I am not plugged into the news the way he is, I’ll have to make up news to be reacting to. Proceeding thus…
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As a rule of thumb, one should look askance on anyone who is too simpatico with one’s own beliefs. Today I read an article by Hannikah Meier-Shalam on reporgo.com which, at first glance, seemed eminently reasonable – a return to the common sense punditry from her tenure at The Gotham City Gazette. See if you can tell where her reasoning breaks down.
Pet grooming is a very popular subject of internet videos at the moment, from Youtube to Instagram, and everybody’s getting in on the act. Some dogs stand with quiet dignity, offering sensitive and nervous side-eye to the camera. Others whimper and shiver. Others need to be restrained bodily – as do cats. This suffering is mild, if melodramatic, and therefore quite cute. We know the procedure is for the animal’s own good, that it is genuinely not painful, and that there is an end in sight – all comforting truths of which the hapless beast is not fully assured, in their own mind.
My pet turtle is, as any who have a passing familiarity with science can tell you, a reptile. The thing about reptiles is that they have to shed their scales. This includes the scales known as “scutes” that make up the outer surface of their shells, which are much larger than the tiny scales on the softer parts of their bodies. It takes a long time to happen, during which they have a dull look to their shells. Then they start to come up in great big chunks.
Well, nerts to that. If I can’t yard that stuff off Donatello and it’s hangin’ there like a blowed-off hurricane shingle, I’m gonna glue that shits down and polish his ass with turtle wax. They say it’s for cars, don’t use it on animals or people, but these are the same Deep Staters that want to bury the truth about hydrochloroquine, so make of that what you will.
It seems she is now following that old post-Ferengian rhetorical technique of saying two reasonable things as cover to slip in a third outrageous statement – something no one would believe if given to them straight. It’s a shame, but after her self-styled cancellation at the Gazette, she has completed her transformation into a right wing hack at reporgo.com.
I like to think that my readership has the discernment and mental powers to avoid using harsh cleaning chemicals on their pet turtles. Please do not prove me wrong in the comments. Thank you.
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