VINELAND — A 48-year-old man woke up Sunday morning unable to remember how he got into bed, what happened the night before or where his pants went.
Sunday Morning
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006Zen and the Art of Conspicuous Consumption
Thursday, August 10th, 2006You know what the best thing about Buddhism is? The martinis.
The lights are so dim at Tao Asian Bistro, a Manhattan restaurant and bar, you can barely read the menu to see the ingredients in your $12 Tao-tini cocktail. Above all the flirting, drinking and spending looms an illuminated 16-foot Buddha statue.
Buddhist themed bars and restaurants. How chic. How tasteful. How wonderfully ironic. Even Newsweek had to bring out the snark, and really, how could you not?
Gregory Levine, a University of California, Berkeley, associate professor and Buddhist-art expert, suggests that because Buddhism is seen as exotic, it’s easier to exploit. In other words, Americans who find Buddha-booze sexy might be offended by sipping martyr-tinis under a giant illuminated crucifix.
My fiance has always wanted a restaurant. And I think we just found our theme. When I persuade him to open “Nazereth Caberet” all you regular commenters are so invited to the grand opening party.
What would Buddha do? Drinking liquor, eating meat and, in general, spending huge sums on sensual indulgence would seem to conflict with the core Buddhist tenets of simplicity, vegetarianism and moderation. The Buddha wasn’t all that into cruising, either. “Men and women meeting each other without pure intentions violates mindfulness trainings,” says True Virtue, a fully ordained nun in Thich Nhat Hanh’s Vietnamese Zen tradition, at the Green Mountain Dharma Center in Vermont. . .
Stephen Starr, owner of Buddakan, didn’t really think about Buddhism when designing his restaurants. “I was looking for an image that felt good and safe,” he says.
Gee whillikers, Steve, you didn’t think seriously about Buddhism before opening a cocktail bar called “Buddakan”? No journeys, no retreats, no introspection? I’m shocked. Absolutely shocked.
But wait! It gets better!
But even some Buddhists have gotten into the act. Lama Surya Das, American Buddhist founder of the Dzogchen Foundation, is developing a flavor with Ben & Jerry’s called Jolly Lama—a gold-and-maroon-swirled sorbet that’s in the early stages of review—and plans to donate his profits to a Tibetan refugee project. “Buddha’s open-minded,” he says. “He taught the middle way, not a way of austerity or grim unworldliness.”
Riiiggghhht. Well, I guess people still treat Buddha with slightly more respect than Jesus, but still it seems as though “Jolly Lama” might be the start of a rather slippery slope. Do you really want to validate that, Mr Lama Surya Das?
Newsweek placed a call for sacrilicious photos at their gallery of sacriliciousness. Pandagon? Are you on it yet?
New Pert Plus, now enriched with the blood of the innocent!
Saturday, July 29th, 2006Samhita at Feministing brings us the sexiest, most confident object a man could have in his shower, the Shower Breasts:

But I’m on the fence about whether to buy. Let’s take a look at the product description from BoysStuff.co.uk…
Squeeze the boob to release the gel… Having a shower has never been so much fun!
Well, I’m relieved to know I won’t have to drag my RealDoll into the shower with me anymore in case I get a fake-tit craving. Showers are normally stressful and boring, but when it comes to taking it away, Calgon ain’t got shit on plastic boobs.
Do you fancy fondling a pert pair of bosoms in the shower every day? Actually that’s probably a silly question.
It is! But we’re probably thinking of different reasons why.
Well now you can do just that, and make them squirt into the bargain.
I, uh, don’t speak British well enough to know what making them squirt “into the bargain” might mean, but it sounds delightful. And as long as my lactation fetish is sated, I could really care less. Now, if they can just make shampoo that tastes like ladymilk, we’ll be all set.
Before this descends into Carry On territory, we should make it clear that the Shower Breasts are a fun and saucy shower gel/shampoo dispenser. Well what else could we have been insinuating?
Oh, the Brits. The poor chaps felt compelled to apologize for their innuendos already.
Shower Breasts are guaranteed to make you want to wash more often. This naughty nipple-topped pair attaches to your shower wall with the suckers provided, with each bosom having a compartment for shower gel, shampoo or conditioner. To dispense, simply squeeze away – but be warned, you could run out of shower gel very quickly…
Did he say suckers? I’m sorry, I got distracted. This is all very complicated. I have to put what where? Then do what to them how? And I orgasm when?
A great fun gift, Shower Breasts are so tactile that you’ll be ready to move into the shower. In fact, if any female Boys Stuff fans out there are having trouble with their man’s personal hygiene, this could be the solution. And all that squeezing is sure to help build his biceps, so everyone’s a winner.
That’s Boys Stuff for you — always thinking ladies first. After all, they also sell the popular gentleman’s ball scratcher, which is silver plated, dishwasher safe, and “crafted in the shape of a delicate female hand.”
I heard Dubya’s a big fan of Boys Stuff, but his fetishes are pretty unique. A candid white house shower scene below the fold.
Anyone for a crazy image warz?
Friday, July 28th, 2006Paul the Spud thinks he understands the horrible depths of the google image search.

But I tell him now, he cannot comprehend the True Horrors of the google image search.
Gaze upon this work ye mortals and despair (this is SO not work safe) (more…)
Day by day, mistake by mistake
Thursday, July 27th, 2006Chris Muir writes a tedious, ho-hum right wing cartoon called day by day. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.
Hopefully, you also heard about his stunning foray into philosophy, wherein he purports to understand, of all things, Immanuel Kant, the father of the categorical imperative.
Here are his 3 achievements:



I have a Philosophy BA, but I’ll let PhD’ed PHL prof hilzoy explain why Muir couldn’t have found two words more diametrically opposed than Kant and nihilism. Auguste does a great job, too.
Muir _really_ doesn’t get it, In fact, he even references the concept of Kantian universal law in that 3rd strip, just to make sure we know he knows absolutely nothing about 1) nihilism, 2) universal laws, and 3) Kant.
If you read down in hilzoy’s comments, Muir tries to defend himself, an effort that amounts to “pfff, whatever, nerd.”
Today is official “make fun of Muir’s misunderstanding” day, and included below the fold are my 3 takes on his strips. Enjoy.
Sikhs know it, Hindus know it, even educated Muslims know it
Friday, July 14th, 2006Look trolls, that thing you do with your hands, very bad:
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Zidane is better than Oasis, which is better than Queen which is better than the Beatles
Thursday, July 13th, 2006This is nice:
This is better: (more…)
If only Mel Gibson was real
Tuesday, July 11th, 2006With the dust-up over CleanFlicks no longer being allowed to remove the offending elements of a film for fundie consumption, TBogg now reports that some wingnuts are demanding conservo-drones make more movies themselves.
I couldn’t agree more. For too long, conservatives have had to suffer the blight of filmic oppression.
Why, just imagine if someone were free to make a movie about Jesus, and tell it like it really was, with all the blood and gore and cinematic lighting and anti-Semitism. That movie needs to be made, but the radleft establishment won’t let it happen.
Even if it did get made, the film would be crucified by all those mean old Hollywood Jewish folks.
But forget Jesus for a second (you can leave him in your heart, though).
Can’t we get a good war movie in the theaters, something that shows soldiers fighting nobly instead of all those flicks about civilian rapes and massacres spilling out of the multiplexes? Just once I’d like to see something uplifting, maybe about a lost solider who’s brought home to his mom against all odds because his brothers are dead. We need more gee-whiz fightin’ flicks like that. But those LA snobs would rather shoot up the heroin with hookers than produce uplifting war movies, so good luck making one.
It doesn’t have to be aw-shucks all the time, though. Conservatives have a dark side, too. Oh, sure, we libs like to worship our Satan and use contraception all willy-nilly, but the wingnuts can go even darker. Someday, if they can ever throw off the shackles of artistic discrimination, just maybe they’ll get the chance to show us their secret fantasies, something about Armageddon, or how 2 days from now the world will end. That’d keep your kids up nights, and maybe teach them to straighten up and be ready for salvation.
Eh, that’s a pipe dream, unfortunately. Even if the wingnuts tricked the studios into making those movies, they’d flop. The American public is too brainwashed to want to see anything other than anti-war speeches and tits.
The only way it’s going to work is to take the CleanFlicks route: make a movie about the kinds of things liberal Hollywood loves but clean them up the Republican way. I know making a movie seems an impossible task, because the list of things you need includes all of the following:
1) money
And where can the right in America find any of that?
Assuming we someday solve the conservative financial crisis, though, I’d like to pitch 3 movies under the CleanFlicks production banner:
The Godfather’s Father
Vito Calzone is an evil mob boss. He’s so vicious he adopts good Irish boys and twists them into monsters that decapitate horses for fun. Fortunately, his war-hero son arrives home and becomes Godfather to his sister’s baby. The son uses his character-building experience in the military and his renewed interest in Catholicism to show his father the error of his ways. Maybe in the sequel they could open a soup kitchen in Vegas.
Trading Places 2006
Dan Ackroyd and Eddie Murphy star in a swap of hilarious proportions. Rich off affirmative action, Eddie Murphy lives the life of privilege. Working WASP Ackroyd can’t catch a break in this life… until Eddie’s malt-liquor-loving uncles get bored and decide to play the old switcheroo with them. Of course, once they meet a nice, upstanding white fellow, the drunk uncles realize the money and power’s been going to all the wrong places. They decide to keep Ackroyd as their wealthy heir and let Murphy rot in hell where he belongs. Fun for the whole family!
Election… For Real
Pff. Girls can’t win elections. And if you aren’t cheating, you aren’t trying. The dumb jock wins and the teacher who f***ed the system becomes principal.
I look forward to receiving my preproduction checks at your earliest convenience.
Foetus, by Calvin Klein
Thursday, July 6th, 2006It haunted me
Then was gone.
Did I imagine it?
The creepiness of her clap snap walk
The flowers up the nose
His bangs
Those stairs…
“Save me.”
“But it’s a cash cow.”
Her kleptomania, just for the hell of it
It’s burned in my retinas
The only ad I’ll
ever fear.
Selling perfume is child’s play
once you’ve endorsed pedophilia.
Calvin Klein’s commercial
Ah, YouTube has it.
I thought his was the weirdest perfume moment I would ever know in my life. I was wrong.
So Wrong, yet so right
Saturday, July 1st, 2006Who likes Spock/Kirk Slash? (worksafe) (more…)
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