mmmm lovely

i don’t know how miss snarker does it, i really don’t, but she always seems to find the most delicious photographs of the yummiest women. case in point:

and then there’s:

thank you, miss snarker, thank you.

poop gloves

caption: ‘fell asleep with hand in diaper’.

link: shit my kids ruined.

my mate rick morton …

… is both scary smart and bloody funny. came across this blog post entitled ‘is pube, therefore is pube’. an extract:

One thing in life that never ceases to amaze me is the ability of pubes to travel against the will of gravity, the laws of physics or the eight common sense rules of fucking reason.

… I make the point that the only time a pube should be at eye level is if you, for instance, are on your knees. All other occasions, such as when you see one clutching dramatically and so resolutely to a picture rail in the living room, are abominations. This was actually the 11th commandment, but all the Disciples giggled too much when they had to write ‘pube’ so many times and then everybody gave up hope.

… It’s possible, even, that the pube was flown in on a summer pre-storm, post pubescent, effervescent breeze where it latched immediately on to the wall in a display of audacious tenancy.

I don’t want to posit that my flatmate, a heterosexual specimen of such force that you can catch his testosterone through osmosis, actually had any kind of sex up against the wall because, frankly, it’s disgusting and inherently impossible as it would require a complicated system of ropes and pulleys.

It seems, at least to the naked eye, that the pube just is.

A sexualised anomaly, a potent metaphor of the loneliness of rampant sexual activity without emotional connection. A beacon of our sexual awakening.

Either that, or it’s just a fucking pube on a wall.

oh, go and read his entire blog … you might want to sit down for this … you won’t regret it. i’m adding him to my blogroll … should have done it a loooooooooooooong time ago.

blogroll additions

i’m adding the crusty bastard to my blogroll. i like the cut of his … *thinks* … or her jib.

also adding alphafemme. anyone who can wax lyrical about watching herself having sex in a mirror and come out of it thinking she looks hot, is all right with me.

All Rachel Maddow, All The Time

i have a new blog, folks. and it’s a place to keep my rachel maddow obsession in one spot.

it’s called All Rachel Maddow, All The Time. Enjoy, fellow smart-and-sexy fans.

adding this to the blogroll

journalistics.