Behold Manhunt’s global mapping of tops and bottoms, which only goes to show:
1. There is something to this whole Butt Pirates of the Caribbean thing.
2. The country behind those disturbing land mine ads may have MUCH deeper issues.
3. In parts of Asia, it is customary to bow VERY deeply.
[via Tyler]
Yes, the full line of Necrinomicox (ha!) dildos are now on sale at Elastica Engineering. Please add them to my DO NOT WANT list for xmas.
Random clip of stunning faggotry, courtesy of the dearly departed Monsieur Cocteau:
Yes, that’s an ad for glue. GORILLA GLUE.
I mean, I get what they’re trying to say. I get their point about Gorilla Glue bonding things that wouldn’t ordinarily go together, but really?
Plus, Gorilla Glue isn’t even that good.
Silly Europeans [NSFW, btw].
Ad credits:
Advertising School: Miami Ad School, Madrid, Spain
Art Director: Santiago Cosme
Copywriter: Victor Javier Blanco
The country that gave us The Little Mermaid really knows how to work the buzzkill. (Then again, the original Little Mermaid fairytale is pretty gnarly, too.) Anyway, FWIW:
Advertising Agency: this is not a pipe, Copenhagen, Denmark
Creative Director: Mathias Hovgaard
Creative producers: Sascha Pepke, Mikael Svendsen, Cecilia Flagstad
Special effects: Hummer Højmark, Janus Vinther
Motion Graphics: Gimmick
Published: December 2008
In Sociology 101, we learned that there’s always a little truth in every joke. The question in this case is: how much truth? And also: how much do we care? (Answer: increasingly less, the more time O’Connell spends with his mouth open.)
And what the hell is up with the dude’s hair in that movie? Did he cut it himself? With safety scissors?
Death, birth, beauty, ugliness: it’s all pretty much the same thing, so why not focus on the pleasant stuff? Like, say, the lasting influence of the dead, which often makes life worth living?
Death in the age of Facebook. I think everyone’s writing about it — probably because nearly everyone’s experienced it by now. I have, at least three times. People who aren’t so picky about whom they add as friends have likely seen it far more often.
It’s not Facebook’s memorial policies that make it weird. Those are fine. Actually, I like what they’ve done for the departed on occasion — even Holocaust victims.
No, my problem is, I don’t know what we’re supposed to do once our friends are gone. I understand the need to talk to the dead — I’ve done it before and will again — but there’s a difference between saying something directly to the deceased and saying something on a Facebook wall that will then be liked or commented on by people you may or may not love/hate/know.
It’s just so public. I know that in certain parts of the world, certain cultures, grieving is a group activity. But not for me….
You know, maybe I’m just being selfish. Maybe I don’t want to acknowledge that others had a relationship with the departed that was as special as mine.
But more likely than that, I just don’t want to hear it. I want my grief and that of others to be private, not shared. Because when it’s public, it can border on showy, and that can seem disingenuous, and that makes me angry, and I don’t want to be angry when I’m supposed to be sad.
Ugh, I should probably just get over it right? That or go the old-skool route and build myself a goddamn pyramid. You know, like we all did before Facebook?
I’m not a fan of True Blood. I’m probably the only fag on Planet Earth who can say that, but it’s true.
The problem? Vampires do nothing for me. That’s probably because I live in New Orleans and I’m never more than 50 feet from a coven of Goth chicks wrapped in ankhs and patchouli. I mean, sure, I used to wear a lot of black — still do — but I never had any aspirations of becoming immortal because of it.
The accents on True Blood don’t help. However, the show’s creator has won some points avec moi — at least the part of moi that’s always had a thing for men my age or older:
The idea of celibate vampires is ridiculous, True Blood creator Alan Ball says. “To me, vampires are sex,” he says. “I don’t get a vampire story about abstinence. I’m 53. I don’t care about high school students. I find them irritating and uninformed.”
And it’s true: clueless youngsters are a guaranteed turn-off, just like crystal meth queens on the hunt for some pnp. Both are yappy and needy. Not my scene, never has been.
I’m not going to start watching True Blood now, but I can appreciate the mindset is all I’m saying.
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