Boats, Floats, Horses, Courses, Strokes, Folks

When you’re this bored and depressed and permanently sweaty, blogging anything more eloquent than a series of blehs becomes quite a challenge. I could regale you with thrilling tales of my afternoons on the couch watching whatever’s on Animal Planet (generally, too many proboscis monkeys), or go off on a rant about how Jamie Cullum makes jazz for lobotomy patients, or make dark statements about how if Fantasia Barrino doesn’t win American Idol there will be no truth, beauty or justice left in this world, but I really think it’s better for everyone if I do one of those links-as-substitutes-for-real-content posts, don’t you?

Here are some about porn.

I found this dictionary of Japanese porn perversions through Tamara’s livejournal, but it really needs to be shared with the world. To give you an idea of what’s apparently available to the average Japanese porn consumer, Fundoshi (women in traditional Sumo g-strings rolling around giving each other “really harsh wedgies”) is I guess fairly understandable, Pantsu To Kao involves putting panties which are several sizes too small over someone’s face so that they squish the nose, Shokku-shu kei involves tentacles, and Unagi (eels) may quite possibly no longer be my favourite Japanese dish.

People who know me should not be surprised that my favourite entries in The 100 Worst Porn Movie Titles are the ones that involve really bad puns (on Hollywood movie titles). To this effect, I offer you “Big Trouble In Little Vagina” and “Sperms Of Endearment”. However, I acknowledge that some people may find more esoteric joys in “Let’s Play Anal Twister”, “Airtight Granny” and “Beyond The Valley Of The Ultra Milkmaids”.

Alec once told me a Simpsons quote where Homer meets Billy Corgan at some rock festival. Billy says “Billy Corgan, Smashing Pumpkins”. Homer says “Homer Simpson, smiling politely.” The alternate title for this post should probably be “Michelle’s Readers, Smiling Politely.”

Flat Chronicles: Shit Moving Day

Today has been designated official Shit Moving Day.

The enema will begin from Russ’s attic, potentially include Alec’s bedroom floor, and ultimately end in my new flat.

There are far too many dumb cracks (oops, there goes the first one) I could be making here about loads, piles, boxes, messes, etc. but I’ll hold back. Recently I inadvertently disgusted Alec when, while talking about the latest cast lineup for the Vagina Monologues, I described it as “really scraping the bottom of the barrel.” Perhaps I should try to move myself on to higher forms of wit.

Star Wars Cockney Rhyming Slang

On Wednesday morning Xfm was giving out Attack Of The Clones tickets (still can’t say that without making it into ATTACK!!!! of the clones) for the best Star Wars Cockney rhyming-slang listeners could come up with. One guy’s contribution was “Imperial Fleet”, to be used in the context of “let’s go into the bedroom and I’ll show you my Imperial Fleet”. Another guy called up later, suggesting “Trade Federation”, which is “something you can do with your Imperial Fleet”.

Store-Naming Genius

From E|a:
“I once had plans to open a store called “The Ottoman Empire” which exclusively sold ottomans.”

Sonic Nursing

My sister deals with personnel in the Ministry of Health, and part of her job includes promoting the nursing profession – overseeing scholarship schemes, running advertising campaigns, stuff like that.

Today she had a sudden flash of inspiration, while we were listening to the Kings’ Singers do Wind Beneath My Wings (it wasn’t great, but their rendition of Live And Let Die was very much worse) – perhaps the nursing profession could do with a theme song!

I made several suggestions.

  • Bad Medicine
  • Sexual Healing
  • Knocking On Heaven’s Door
  • Breathe Again
  • Died In Your Arms Tonight

I don’t know why she wasn’t more receptive.