I wouldn’t watch this at work. Or with your mom. As The Daily What put it:

Something worth keeping in mind while watching this short clip from Japanese erotic horror flick The Big Tits Dragon: Hot Spring Zombies Vs. Strippers: You are awake and this is real.

Mind-boggling in its oddness, though.

I love single-serving websites* and I am kind of fanatical about checking the weather. Also, I love profanity. So when I happened across the website The Fucking Weather, I knew I was basically in (fucking) heaven.

Here’s a link to tell you what the weather’s like in Brandon, in Celsius.

Or, just go to TheFuckingWeather.com and enter in your own coordinates. It defaults to Rochester NY.

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* I’ve even created a few. Now you can tell whether 10th Street is open, whether the Brandon Sun air conditioner is working, or whether it’s Juel’s birthday.

[Edit 1: Boo-runs, the video can't be embedded -- check it out here, or at Wired, below.]

[[Edit 2: And now it can. Huzzah!]]

Oh my this is hilarious. And I’ll bet if you were a maker, you could make your own for a few hundred bucks. Anyone want to make me one?

More info at Wired: Interactive Periodic Table of Swearing Extends Your Rude Vocabulary | Underwire | Wired.com.

I always wondered about spinning it in different directions!

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I’d never heard of the Rubberbandits before, but I am enchanted by this song, despite that fact that even the 40 per cent or so of the lyrics that I can decipher are mighty filthy. Actually, that probably helps, not hinders.

But more than being just dirty hip-hop comedy from the group who also sing about getting wrecked on “Bags of Glue,” I like to think of this song as an Emerald Isle repudiation of our North American car-based culture, co-opting a potent symbol of the freedom of the mythological American West, then, by contrasting it with flashy modern import vehicles, selling us on the desirability of what we’ve lost by using sex and foul language.

Classic.

Over at Scientopia, they’ve got a fantastic roundup of a lot of recent research into the mystery of orgasm. And yes, it really is a mystery to scientists (no under-sexed nerd jokes, please).

I cannot possibly recommend enough that you dig into that post and start reading.

So yes, everything you wanted to know about the biology, biochemistry and physiology of orgasm (is on another blog). Sorry ’bout the link-bait title.

(From @carnal_carnival, via @anthinpractice)

In honour of my friend Doug, who is leaving to go teach English in Korea, some inspiration: Reward your students with some explanation about swearing in English — not so that they can use them, no! but so they can understand when a foreigner swears at them.

I like this video because the teacher actually seems really good! I watched the whole eight minutes, and I already know how to swear in English. I’m, like, a pro.

He even helped me pick up a bit of Korean slang. This video is jolla pickled.

Not for children or pregnant women, though.

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Creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker talked to Boing Boing about it:

But what I really liked was this live-action re-enactment!

These tokens are from ancient Rome, and they’re called spintriae. They were only manufactured for a few years (perhaps as few as 15) in the first century, and they have no real intrinsic value, being made from brass or bronze.

Oh, and they depict sexual activity, rather than the more-common profile of an emperor. View a gallery of them here.

All of that leads many people to believe that they were used as “tokens” in Roman brothels — you pay the cashier, then redeem your coupon upstairs.

But not everyone agrees. Both Salon and Cecil at the Straight Dope point to an influential 2007 essay by Geoffrey Fishburn called “Is that a spintriae in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?” (pdf).

I read it, and he makes some interesting points — there’s no evidence of Romans having a token-based sub-economy in any area, let alone brothels; there’s no real correlation between the numbers on one side of the coin and the acts depicted on the other; Romans didn’t have the same hangups about sex that we do, so the coins may not mean much of anything; and frankly, it’s so far back in time that we may never be able to definitively say what they were for.

In fact, they were so cheaply made that they may have just been intended as slightly titillating amusements — and they’re still good at that.

So let’s take a page from the Roman playbook. Here’s my modest proposal: Next time the Mint wants to do a commemorative run of quarters, why not the Kama Sutra edition?

So, you’re not sure what perfume you should use. Perhaps you have heard of natural pheromones? Like, really natural? Try this on for size:

Or, check out the pornography at it’s official website, SmellMeAnd.com.

But whatever you do, absolutely do not miss the interview at Vice magazine.

(via Adfreak and Copyranter. Thanks, Ryan!)

Here’s a video that proves it:

The video above is edited to be SFW, but this is is a co-ed sport, as the BBC’s video clearly shows — they were the only mainstream news organization I could find with the temerity to show jiggly lady-bits, but they are too staid to allow external embedding of their video.

Now, as you can clearly deduce, the Germans are way ahead of us in this sport. I say we must start to practice now — this evening! — if we expect to Own The Podium in Sochi, 2014.

UPDATE: Don’t think it’ll be popular? According to this German website (in English) 14,000 people showed up to the event, where some 30 people participated. Them’s Olympic-sized crowds! Oh, and photo gallery.

The thing is, her ex-boyfriend caught them in the act. And there was some stabbing. And, apparently, a hole was made in both the stomach and the uterus, allowing a fluke pregnancy.

How do they know that it had to be the stabbing? Well, when she came to the hospital nine months later, complaining of abdominal pain, this is what they found:

Abdominal examination revealed a term pregnancy with a cephalic fetal presentation. The uterus was contracting regularly and the fetal heart was heard. Inspection of the vulva showed no vagina, only a shallow skin dimple was present below the external urethral meatus and between the labia minora. An emergency lower segment caesarean section was performed under spinal anaesthesia and a live male infant weighing 2800 g was born. (emphasis mine)

Apparently, everyone has reconciled themselves to the situation.

But I’m surprised that evangelicals haven’t seized on it.

When Roger gets to an intimate stage with a woman these days, it usually doesn’t take long until the sexy photos start. His dating partners either request that he send them a suggestive—or downright explicit—photo from his cell phone to theirs, or they just send one themselves, completely unsolicited.

“I’ll say, ‘You have an amazing body. You have amazing breasts,’” he reports. “The next thing you know, you’ll get a picture of a breast,” he says with a hearty laugh.

Roger’s 59. Not old, really … but certainly not the sexting youngins that you always hear scare-stories about.

As Al Tompkin notes, “the line between amusing and creepy is thin.” He also points out the “how-to” guide that accompanies the AARP article, which offers tips on how to do it — and clean up after.

The pros, obviously, are that older adults need lovin’ too — plus even if it does embarrass them and follow them their whole life (the common warning given to sexting teens), well, seniors just don’t have as much to worry about there.

However, seniors may be less likely to be aware of STDs — and therefore more at risk for AIDS, syphilis, etc.

I’m just going to go out on a limb here, and say that this is yet another area in which our moral outrage hasn’t caught up to technology yet.

I like that this video is promoting safe sex while not shying away from the actual genitalia. It does it in a clever way, although I thought it took a little too long to get to the point. I guess they were going for an “ah-ha!” moment.

Either way, a PSA promoting safe sex = good in my books.

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Every day on the winter solstice (that’s today), it’s International Orgasm Day. According to the official website, globalorgasm.org, the purpose is for as many people as possible to dedicate an orgasm to the cause of peace — as close as possible to the official solstice time of 17:47 GMT on Monday, Dec. 21, 2009 (but really, anytime within a 24 hour period will do).

Why?

To effect positive change in the energy field of the earth through conscious dedication of orgasmic energy to the vibration of Peace.  Our minds and our biology influence Matter and Quantum Energy fields, so by concentrating our thoughts before, during, and after orgasm on peace and loving-kindness, the synergy of high orgasmic physical energy combined with the power of positive visualization could help reduce global levels of violence, hatred and fear.  Orgasm is the largest possible instantaneous surge of human biological and spiritual energies. It is a biological gift!  What better way to achieve your resolution for Peace?

Well, I’m convinced!

And you don’t even need a partner.