Former presidential candidate Gretchen Phillips recently made a deal with the little purple devil and sang Prince's Dirty Mind in exchange for a BluDot chair from IF+D.
In a related story, I once slept with someone to get Mac OSX and I need to update to Leopard now. Universe, are you listening?
Maybe you can click on the pic below for the video, but if that doesn't work you can watch it here.
Carromato de Max, i.e. Max's Covered Wagon, is in Mijas, one of the white towns in Spain's Costa del Sol. It's up the kind of switchback road that made me carsick as a kid. The day I went, there were Wizard of Oz-level winds, which made climbing the stairs to the converted train car precarious, and arriving into the museum's spare stillness surprising.
Maybe I was influenced by the winds, but the late Dr. Max appears to have been a traveling mountebank who sold snake oil and collected curiosities. The Max museum was recently renovated, and the random assortment of items is now encapsulated in plastic bubbles as if they came out of giant gumball machines. The display aesthetic is space-age mod, which makes a lovely contrast with the contents, including stuffed and dressed fleas, sculptures made of chewed gum, and just about anything that can be painted on the head of a pin, like Abraham Lincoln (left).
I took some photos on my crapass camera. I also took copious notes, but I can't find them, and it's hard to tell what those damn little things are now. Fleas? Dust? I think it's fine to make up your own captions. Feel free to do so here.
Below: Space Oddities; Seven Wonders of the World on a Toothpick; Pinhead Lincoln; Stuffed and Dressed Fleas.
Eats Shoots and Leaves Carefully Labeled Organs
After a long day at work, who doesn't want to come home to a mail-order box with a see-through panda? With its internal organs labeled in Japanese? Eating bamboo? That's a talented panda.
Gotochi Dissection Animals are available at Giant Robot. There are more--I also got a fearsome bear eating a fish and a spectacular rooster flapping its wings, but the almost-entirely-flayed cow really committed to the project. The pictures don't do them justice. They're an inch and a half tall and amazingly detailed.
Did you know you can get yourself some namebrand gallery art for $20? Plus shipping and handling, which makes it more like $30.18, but still.
Bowery gallery girl Jen Bekman is now practically a factory girl, churning out two new works a week from her artsy stable for mass consumption. Every week there's a photo and a work on paper in editions of 200, which is why the project is called 20x200.
This week the photo is by Noah Kalina, whom 8 million people know from the video everyday, in which he took a picture of himself each day for 6 years (I like to call it the 2356 Days Project). The photo is creepy and depressing, and I couldn't decide if I wanted it or not, but I bought it because hey, what's 20 bucks? I can always give it to someone creepy and depressing.
Elastic No-No Band professes love and proposes marriage to Laura Cantrell in song.
Gee thanks, or cause for restraining order?
Today, This Week in Sex is This Week in Panties. That means if you want to know about the world's largest penis, you'll have to come back later. Curious about the effects of semen chemistry on women? If there were panties in that story, we could talk about it. Now you'll never know about how women exposed to semen are less depressed, except when they come down from their spunk addictions, which apparently is a drag.
And definitely no talk about the fat chihuahua who went on a diet but is still a fat chihuahua. I know that doesn't have anything to do with sex, but christ, that's one motherfucking fat chihuahua.
Come fly with me. Ecuadorean Icaro airlines is having lingerie fashion shows in the aisles. Adjust your vacation plans accordingly.
Dirty laundry. If, like me, you often find yourself waking up to the sight of your bra hanging from the ceiling, an empty bottle of wine rolling under the bed, and the guy next to you wearing your panties, you'll wonder where the makers of the Tagalongs Panties hid the video camera to make this commercial for their disposable underwear. via AdRants
More dirty laundry. Deborah Harry wore dirty knickers for five days when British Airways lost her luggage. She could have borrowed some used undies from Dita Von Teese, who saves them for fans. Hey, Neko Case sold her corset on eBay.
Olde dirty laundry. The printing press helped, but the rise of medieval literacy was built on a pile of used underwear. The increased use of underwear in the 13th century led to an increase in the number of rags available for paper making. It's kind of sweet to think of a medieval Bible printed on used underwear.
After the jump: more panties.
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"Feel the rush" of the G-Shot, a collagen shot in your G-spot that increases sexual pleasure. Makes me feel all tingly inside just thinking about it. Results may vary. "The site lists 68 risks that are associated with the procedure, ranging from bleeding to nodule formation," says one news report, but I didn't count. Nodule formation is hot.
Banning the sale of sex toys was supposedly not the intent of a bill in Alabama that banned the distribution of "any device designed or marketed as useful primarily for the stimulation of the human genital organs." It was just a happy coincidence. The intent was to ban nude dancing. The so called "No-Fun" bill is on its way to the Supreme Court, where the Supremes will decide if they will hear the case. How could they not? They love this sort of thing.
Naked people, I'm warning you. Stop clogging up my inbox.
USB Humping Dog. You know why dogs lick their balls? Because they can. You know why this little gizmo attaches to a USB port humps away? Because you're a dumbass who bought one and clogged up one of your USB ports with something that isn't even a flash drive. From the folks who brought you the Gentleman's Ball Scratcher. Remember?
Glow-in-the-dark underwear. This Swiss underwear will protect your man-bits from cell-phone radiation. Or you could just tell your penis to put down the phone.
The vacuum cleaner vibrator is supposed to be a great invention but it just seems like a really bad idea to me. Unless you've got dust bunnies in your hoohoo. Video.
And while we're on a shopping spree, an inflatable dildo only seems useful if you get a flat tire while you're having sex, or maybe if your plane crashes and you need a flotation device. NSFW
Thanks Kim, Prozac and Funyuns, and people who sent me great stuff I didn't get too yet.
P.S. Keep your clothes on, and if you don't, don't tell us all about it.
You've already seen it. The most-linked video at the moment is Good magazine's pornfotainment clip of stats about porn on the web written on the body of Kellemarie. [As safe for work as any Victoria's Secret ad, but does require ability to read.]
Internet no longer "steaming cauldron of porn." Social networking and community sites like MySpace and Facebook are about to eclipse the popularity of porn. I read this not on someone's body but in a newspaper (Canadian, but still). What is wrong with you people? Hang on, Kellemarie's neck says the most-trafficked porn site is AdultFriendFinder (NSFW), a community site for would-be naughty folks. So we can love both porn and social networking! Except I hate social networking. And I'll never believe people will trade holing up in front of their computers, which has served us for millenia, for this newfangled connecting crap.
Army of one. The Army doesn't like social-type sites, either. Go Army! They already blocked access to YouTube and MySpace, but now they've banned blogging through the Defense Department's computer network. "I put my blog on there and my family reads it," said Lt. Daniel Zimmerman, 29. "It scares the crap out of them sometimes," he said. And the Army is just not into scaring the crap out of people.
Red, white and blue balls. If there's one thing I like more than a sexy pouch, it's a patriotic sexy pouch. Though it kinda scares the crap out of me. via georgewbush.org
How you doin'? Nerve's pickup line encyclopedia Pickupedia.
Dads and grads, Part 1. Send a fetish card. Who doesn't like getting email cards? Oh yeah, me. Don't send me fucking email cards. NSFW.
Dads and grads, Part 2. Send a penis cushion. Who doesn't like getting a penis cushion? For the man who has everything. Except a penis cushion.
Thanks Daupo, Ken, Maria, and Zoe. Do not get up from your computer, find some smut, and send it to me at amanda at wfmu dot org.
Banana fana fo uck. The Sex Name Fabricator creates the name for a sex act by randomly combining a nationality with a kitchen utensil. Bosnian meat cleaver, Malaysian meat grinder...I'm partial to the ones with meat in them. Designed by Aesthetic Apparatus and Listener Dan. See, Listeners can get off their asses and do something useless.
Big questions. Why would Nature make the world's smallest dog so damned small? Scientists say it's something about dog DNA. Next question: Why would someone name the world's smallest dog Dancer? Like that dog isn't already going to get its ass kicked on the playground. Brandy, another little dog with big dreams, is a fine girl, but she's no Dancer.
Before Dancer we had Tiny Pinocchio. "However she is not alive anymore where her owner found her dead after overeating herself to death." Or something like that. All I know is this dog looks like it ate its own nose. Read the sad but totally true tale of Tiny Pinocchio.
I would tell you about the World's Smallest Police Dog but it's boring. "She watches everybody comes in the room," Sheriff Dept. Deputy Carrie Jericho said. "Her ears perk up and she watches who's coming in." Like I said, booooring.
After the jump: the deal with the freaky little horse (yes, that's a horse), beer-drinking cats, quick change artists, and it's all safe for work.
It's the World Wide Web, people. There's a whole world of no-goodness going on. All safe for work unless marked NSFW.
"Ignorance is a long life and happiness." The secret to living a long life, says Ukranian goat herd Grigoriy Nestor, is never having sex with women. Nestor is 116 years old, unmarried, and a longtime WFMU listener. "People that were not married like me live longer. People who get married just argue all the time, and that's not good for your health....People who know too much always come to a nasty end. Better to stay stupid and not wonder too much about anything."
Oh, Canada. A Canadian man celebrated Hitler's birthday by walking around naked with a swastika taped to his body. Canada celebrates Hitler's birthday? Can someone please go up there and check on them?
Vintage toys. Scientific research shows stone age sex toys predate monogamy. Personal research shows other things about sex toys that I will not get into here.
"Women are messengers from hell." Something I learned from a short history of sex in Japan.
Are you decent? Scottish strip-o-grams are in danger. Sweeping new adult entertainment laws are so broadly written that they may lump strip-o-grams in with strip clubs, which they are not like at all. Just because people take their clothes off for your entertainment in both doesn't mean...wait, why is anyone still sending strip-o-grams?
Finnups. Retro Finnish pinups. Send me retro Chinese pinups and I'll post you some Chinups. Let the complaints begin. via PCL
It's now even harder out here for a pimp. By here I mean Norway. Norway is fighting prostitution by cracking down on pimps and johns, not prostitutes, who are mostly young foreign women.
Japanese personal sex museums are so fucking awesome. (see diorama pic above) NSFW
Put your pants on already. More naked people, but this time it's naked people with a snake in London promoting an event for more naked people. Will it never end?
Get dressed and send smut to me at amanda at wfmu dot org.
One hot day and everyone's clothes come off -- I didn't see this section of An Inconvenient Truth. What's it going to be like when summer really hits?
Naked robot is very well behaved, but a little self-conscious, so please don't stare.
It happens. Sometimes a girl forgets her undies. Sometimes a photographer takes a picture. Sometimes an editor puts it in a magazine for 14 year olds. Sometimes 50,000 of them get recalled.
Oh yes, they call it the Cotton Tail Run. The Cotton Tail Run is a nudist 5K run, so called because your flabby white ass has never seen the light of day. I guess it's only for white people?
It's OK to chat online in your own home without your clothes on in China. Chinese prosecutors had to drop a case against a woman who organized nudist chat rooms after they discovered a "blind spot" that left it outside pornography laws. But I'm sure they'll get around to fixing that.
Alert the media! Naked nude lady goes skinny dipping in the Trevi fountain in Rome with no clothes on.
There are some people in the world who have not posed naked for Spencer Tunick, and they are in Mexico City and Amsterdam.
Remember the Anzacs. Nudist cricketers and their families honor the Anzacs by playing their annual beach cricket stoush in New Zealand. Love, love, love the annual beach cricket stoush. But before we get all giddy about it, let's remember the Anzacs. Um, what's an Anzacs?
There is an unseen photo of Kate Moss. Was.
Ugly Americans. Americans are afraid of nudity. Why? Americans are ugly. OK, there are other theories.
P.S. An Israeli woman accidentally bit off part of her boyfriend's tongue during a French kiss. Just saying.
Pop quiz: The Bush administration has spent $1 billion promoting teen abstinence since 1998. Since that time, sexual activity in teenagers has dropped: a) 2%, b) 3%, c) a statistically insignificant amount, or d) not at all. Answer: d) . Bonus question: True or false: Given the absolute failure of abstinence education in teens, Bush chose to extend the program to adults aged 20-29, an age range in which 90% of people are sexually active. Answer: True. One more thing: Do you think abstinence education teaches anything about condoms or contraception? You may continue your answer on the back of this page.
I feel your pain, pregnant lady Or at least I look like I feel your pain with the the Empathy Belly Pregnancy Simulator. But I'm still not giving you my seat on the subway.
Cover your eyes -- women could grow their own sperm. Forget about the playing God part, just watch out for the "good old fashioned yuck factor," says Telegraph science editor Roger Highfield. It's really, really yucky. Plus it wouldn't work. And those children would be awful and society would reject them. But that Roger looks pretty jolly despite our terrible mutant woman-future, doesn't he?
Wedding pages:
Strippers without the good parts. A Flickr stream of vintage Polaroids of wanna-be strippers that was picked up by BoingBoing was edited to remove "cheesecake."
The keeper of the collection says "I have removed the 'cheesecake'
images in order to stop receiving so many emails to be made 'friend'." FYI, this post is already cheesecake-free, and so don't bother to email me to be made friend.
Porn without the good parts. Check out Matt Bomarr's What Kept Grandpa Up. Matt contributes to the relentlessly amazing 365 Days Project, and ripped back the curtain on Lil' Markie, who turned out to be a grown man who does not know where apostrophes go. This video was created from vintage porn Matt found on an unlabeled VHS tape in Oakland, but he took out all the porny parts, so it's all good. Find out more about Matt.
Matt Bomarr | What Kept Grandpa Up
"He said he had a problem," noted the police commander about the guy who stole 1,500 undies
from various apartment laundry rooms in Pullman, Washington. The police are
"concerned how to match bras and panties with victims." Now everybody has
a problem.
Holy hooters, we have a winner!
Frank S. from the World Wide Web won the coveted Bucket of Smut, the special bonus contest prize that was open to anyone who gave $75 or more to the marathon. We love you, porn rock stars.
On a sad note, I got more than a few emails from people who said they had stinky years -- I think the word was "cursed" -- after not winning the Bucket last time. I expect they will be twice as bummed this year, and I am sympathetic. My suggestion is to buy Lotto tickets to keep the hope/despair cycle going until the next marathon. (If you really want the stuff, you can get it by exchanging money for the items using established capitalist mechanisms. May I suggest taking your business to the kind donors listed below.)
On a happy note, second prize is a year's worth of This Week in Sex, posted here every Tuesday. All smut, no fundraising. Everyone's a winner!
On a mysterious note, the winner of last year's Bucket was never heard from again. Never. I guess there is too much of a good thing.
On a musical note, check out the marathon sing-a-long finale on video and audio. I'm on the audio, where I helped out Station Manager Ken with the talking part. Apparently I called him "Kenneth" at one point, so I don't think I'll be invited back.
Thanks to our generous donors:
Love/porn image details. Thanks Doron! Next week: Back to our regular programming.
Fine print: Winner of this year's prize certified by the accountants at Freeman and Murphy.
You know how after the marathon everyone on the station shuts up and plays music? Ostensibly that's to thank you for your pledges by giving you the freeform radio you love, but it's really because we are so fried that no one can find words like "ostensibly." It took me an extra second or two. OK, longer. Could you stop looking over my shoulder while I type? It just slows me down.
So today, since I'm not cooking up any smut for you, because sometimes smut actually needs words, I'm parking you in front of the TV. Enjoy "Hard Gay Cooking With Kids." Warning: Not suitable for kids.
Thanks Listener Rudy! [Stay tuned for the Bucket of Smut winner announcement next week.]
[Just a few more days to get in the running for the Bucket of Smut. Any donation of $75 or more gets you the tons of swag you're entitled to, plus a chance to get more tawdry items than you will know what to do with. Details after the jump. Hint: iPod + vibrator = hot new gizmo all the kids will be wearing on the subway.]
It's the time of year when we don't eat meat on Fridays but we do give thanks that WFMU doesn't play commercials, ever. Not even the ones with guys accidentally/on-purpose kissing via gooey rods of chocolate candy and then waxing their chests in a frenzy. Anyway, Ken and Andy already do that, and not just during Seven Second Delay. It's their "private thing."
There's a really boring new Coke ad on tv. A middle-aged white couple are at a restaurant having dinner. He puts a Coke cap on the table and she says, "I should have married Howard Finklestein," and we get some shots of kooky Howard. Cut back to the table and the Coke cap has become two tickets to Hawaii. Aw, honey! You're so getting laid tonight. Tagline: Thanks for drinking. (Which seems vaguely alcoholic, but nevermind.)
So the ad is endlessly boring, except that when you've seen it the millionth time you start to think about the part where the guy uncaps the Coke. He's reaching under the table to unscrew the 20 oz. bottle that he likes to bring to restaurant meals in his crotch. She looks shocked at his efforts. As well she should, because he looks like he's jerking off. No wonder she thinks she should have married Howard Finklestein -- he could probably keep it in his pants during dinner.
I'll buy you a Coke and open it under the table if you can find the video of this commercial online. Until then, you can watch the White Stripes Coke ad because Jack White say it's the right thing to do. But pledging your love to WFMU is righter. Bucket of Smut after this commercial break.
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New York may be the first city to brand and give away its own line of condoms, but WFMU is the only radio station giving away a Bucket of Smut. Take that, New York City. Oh yeah.
Find out what´s in the Bucket and how to get in the running here. Goodies include a vibrator you hook up to your iPod, a love machine shaped like a cone, and vagina art by Kim Galibert.
If you've already donated $75 or more to the marathon, shoot me an email and I'll put your name in the hopper. And if you haven't donated yet, consider this our way of sweetening the pot. Bucket. Whatever.
Our Bucket runneth over. That would be The Bucket of Smut, the coveted This Week in Sex fundraising marathon prize. You give, we give back, in the universal currency of smut.
New this week: The OhMiBod vibrator hooks up to your iPod. Yes, you heard me right. Rock the night away to Rock the Night away, though that would not personally be my choice. You can make an MP3 mix, and apparently people are posting their love mixes on iTunes.
And also: The Magical Cone. (They just call it The Cone, but I threw in the magical part.) The Cone is not your grandma's vibrator, unless she's very flexible, which I'm sure she is--I'm not dissing your grandma. She could probably kick my ass. Its more that this isn't an inny-outty vibrator like you (or your grandma) are used to. And it makes a great decorating accent on your nightstand.
So to recap, for your donation of $75 or more, you get in the running for this wad of generously donated contraband:
From the rockers at OhMiBod, a sleek and shiny OhMiBod pleasure toy that hooks up to your iPod.
From Babeland: a bucket within a bucket
overflowing with goodness/badness, assembled by Babeland education
coordinator and longtime WFMU fan Carolyn, so you know it will be
extra-special.
More on the prizes and our donors throughout the marathon.
Details on how to get in the running for the prize after the jump.
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¡Hóla! I am in Spain and I don´t speak Spanish, but this computer does, so I am finding myself saying "Sí" to a lot of pop-ups. I´m not sure if there´s an accent in ¡hóla! but I figured out how to use the accent thingy, plus the upside-down exclamation point, so expect a lot more of that.
Feliz marathon to everyone. I wish I could be there, but I am running around the Costa Del Sol in WFMU t-shirts, so that makes me feel better.
Q. What´s smutty and comes in a bucket?
A. The Bucket of Smut, the coveted This Week in Sex fundraising marathon prize! I mean ¡príze!
You should want it based on that alone, but here´s a preview of what´s inside:
From Good Vibrations: DVDs, doodads, and an Aneros prostate-perineum stimulator (that´s a butt plug for boys for those of you who need it simplified, or the top-of-the-line butt plug for boys, for those of your who need it fancified). More on the prizes and our donors throughout the marathon.
Details on how to get in the running for the prize (as we say in the marathon fundraising biz) after the jump (as we say in the blog biz).
