Today’s Bizarro/Wayno collaboration drops us into the world of cartoon doctors:
(#1) (If you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Dan Piraro says there are 2 in this strip — see this Page.)
The doctor already has the lab coat, the stethoscope, and the clipboard. Missing: the stereotypical head mirror.
A piece languishing in my posting queue since the beginning of December. The title alone should tell you that this posting is not for kids or the sexually modest. There will be plain talk about men’s bodies and mansex, and decidedly racy (though not actually X-rated) pictures.
Offered in two sales from TitanMen: the 2014 compilation Cumshots Vol. 1; and among several new releases, Muscle Daddies. So, in addition to notes on the gay porn flicks, linguistic notes about the compounds cumshot (ambiguous between reference to an act and to a depiction of this act in a photograph or film) and muscle daddy (referring to a gay sociotype, combining muscle-hunk and daddy).
As a bonus, a note on a cocktail called, among other things, the Cum Shot.
An abstract for a Stanford linguistics dissertation to be defended this coming Monday (March 19th): Teresa Pratt, Affective sociolinguistic style: an ethnography of embodied linguistic variation in an arts high school:
On the MillerCoors blog yesterday, “Henry’s Hard Soda unveils new television ads in time for summer hard soda spike” by Peter Frost:
(#1) Both ads can be viewed via the link
Yes, pork cloud. What the Bacon’s Heir company has re-named their version of chicharrones, aka (fried) pork rinds, which they believe are so fluffy that they have to be thought of as pork puffs:
We take fresh pork skin, melt off the fat, cure the skin in salt, and rapidly puff it in olive oil [so: pork skin puffs]. The result is so outrageously fluffy we had to change the name.
To my ear, the name is risible, very close to oxymoronic.
Today’s Zippy, touring the center of historic Dingburg:
A great compendium of Zippy preoccupations: Hostess cupcakes and Little Debbie snack cakes, bowling, Poindexter barbats, topknots, beatniks, and much more. Somehow frozen in a past between 1885 and 1945, so that it’s historical, fantastical, and absurd, all at once.
And then there’s the conversational language: beep, honk, and urp.
From AdWeek on February 1st, “Poseidon and a Couple of Mer-Bros Vouch for Gorton’s in the Best Fish-Stick Ads Ever: Plus, an incredibly grateful castaway” by Gabriel Beltrone:
MerBros appreciating the protein they get from the Gorton fisherman (not from his fish, mind you, but from the fisherman)
Gorton’s frozen fish is so good, even Poseidon, God of the Sea, loves it, says a new campaign from Connelly Partners.
The mythological Greek deity joins other unlikely — but ocean-savvy — endorsers in the comedic series of ads. There’s a bedraggled island castaway who’ll naturally evoke a more cracked-up version of Tom Hanks’ character from the 2000 film. And there’s a pair of fitness-obsessed “mer-bros” — jacked surfer dudes with fishtails instead of legs — who just can’t get enough clean protein.
A late entry in the Pi Day sweepstakes: a Scott Hilburn cartoon from 2013:
Today’s the Ides of March and also Penis Festival in Japan, but neither of these fits the cartoon.
(About gay porn and a notable actor in the business, who’s been having hot mansex on-screen since 2002 and is still going at it. Meanwhile, writing thoughtfully about his life. But, yes, lots of stuff about men’s bodies and about mansex, mostly in street language. Not for kids or the sexually modest.)
Dirk Yates Amateur Str8 Marines e-mail ad on the 10th, with four hard-core stills sequestered in a posting on AZBlogX and with the ad copy:
Just released on the site today is this scene from Dirk Yate’s film, Duty Weekend. Watch Nick Capra have sex with sexy Marine DJ Carlton. Now streaming on dirkyates.com
On this blog on the 13th, some examples of a type of phrasal overlap portmanteau sometimes known as name chains: Billy Zane Grey, Billy Joel Grey, Fletcher Christian Grey. On reading this, Elizabeth Daingerfield Zwicky pointed me to a different way in which names can be chained, in a series of associations that’s sometimes used as a comedy routine. Elizabeth then sent me a wonderful example from Neil Gaiman’s Tumblr account.