Friday, January 30, 2009

Happy Fishnet Friday - the Red & Black Edition

Retrolife

Happy Fishnet Friday! We made it through another week. Woohoo!

For Muriel's continued NSFW Fishnet Friday fun check out Nuclear Tentacles.

Red and Black by ~Late-Bloomer27

As I commented earlier, the octu-baby generator Nadya Suleman's story just keeps getting more and more unbelievable. Perhaps she should start a blog like Casey Serin. Not only does the Suleman drama include foreclosure, bankruptcy, an unemployed adult living with their parents and government assistance, but 14 f-ing kids and in vitro fertilization and God knows what else will surface. This is beyond insane!

Laid Back Pin up by ~erikfoxjackson

Harlem Shakes - "Winter Water"
Fearing Words and Punishment
... Stupefaction ...

H/T Wagga for this find: Street View vehicle kills Bambi

Oh, this is so fucking groovy:

Fearing Words and Punishment
posted by Dan
Harlem Shakes - "Winter Water"
A worm runs away from home. A short note in the middle of the night, and across the field in the rain. Out of breath and hearts racing, worm reaches the city limits and turns back only for a second before heading out into the cold open air. Barely stopping to sleep, worm eventually meets others, a new gang of friends. Starts a new life, and for weeks doesn't even think about back home. Until one day worm mistakes a worm for someone he knew back home. A beautiful young worm, reminded him of a worm, a special worm, who of course wouldn't still be so young. But it all came flooding back. Now worm sees leaves and bark and earth and water, and thinks, "Yeah, worm would like this." And at nights in the new life, worm finds himself thinking, too much, of a worm.

Doug Randle - "Coloured Plastics". What seems at first like a jingle is in fact a wistful complaint, or rather it's a jingle for post-industrial angst; a psych-pop ditty that sounds as good now as it must have in 1971, warm & catchy & spry. Listening to Randle's rediscovered and reissued masterpiece, Songs For The New Industrial State, it's an outright travesty that he's been left out of the canon. And not just the Canadian pop canon; this is the stuff of John Lennon, Harry Nilsson, the Velvet Underground's Loaded. He quotes Simon & Garfunkel here (sorta), but it's to connect the dots between their NutraSweet folk-music and this world's plastic-wrapper gloss. Nostalgia's a complicated thing in a cellophane present: even the most beleaguered hearts get some battery-powered sun.
Sister Suvi - "Longlegs"

29 comments:

Anonymous said...

Let's see the choices we have as women...

>> Have 14 kids as an unmarried incubator... or...

>> Wear sexy lingerie and shop for fishnets...

Uhmmm... hard choice... but these beautiful women seemed to make a clever decision...

FishnettyMURST...

Anonymous said...

**MURST!!**

Anonymous said...

Sorry flowy, I didn't C U there. (I'm lying like a dog)

Anonymous said...

that womban with all the vitro chitlins is just gross.

Anonymous said...

Hi Edgar... come sit down me... we'll share the Murst first...

TGIFMurst!

Akira said...

I HATE BREEDERS (except for the band) - and this WombNut situation is beyond tolerable. Of course, like Casey the "situation" occurred in California.

Akira said...

Bill Moyers is pretty pissed off about Obama's continuation of bombing Pakistan and such.
Let's take a liberal approach:
Give them poppies!

Akira said...

All these flows, I get confused yet wonder if you might be FMW.

w said...

Wombnuts, I like it. I sense a new tradition. If it stands when it pees its a wingnut. If it sits its a wombnut (and if it attempts to stand to make a point and dribbles down its leg it is still a wombnut).

Please note Casey and the wombnut are foreign immigrants. This may be the result of too much Baywatch viewing. Or Silver Spoons for all I know. Either way, they come here with visions of grandeur and no f'ing clue how to achieve them.

w said...

Note to Akira(possible dribbler): Obama is a baby killer. Emanuel is turning into a modern day Himmler. Together they will keep butchering children. Frankly, poppies would have been change we could believe in.

Anonymous said...

I'm with w, give us the good drugs, the happy drugs!

Hi Flowy, you can sit in my lap whilst I murst for the both of us. ;)

Anonymous said...

Edgar dear... yeah yeah... happy lap sitting with you...

me love winterwater!

Centipede said...

I had really bad replicant dreams about that octuspawn.

Centipede said...

I agree that she has strangely fat ankles and should not be allowed in the AKC dog show.

Bukko Boomeranger said...

Hey Edgar/Buzz/Maggot -- what happened to your blog, you bastard?!? It was one of my (recent) favourite sources of ranting and amusement! Are you fricking clinically depressed or something?

(Sorry to thread-jack Akira. I was just checking in on Petropest for some shits 'n' giggles, and there was nothing there. So I reckoned your toilet mate would see this comment here.)

Anonymous said...

Aussies now... they're flooding back...

Non-in-vitro OctoBoss

Let's have a Super Pool party...

Anonymous said...

Every capitalist has a terrorist in the family.

Anonymous said...

Hey guyz,
I've been offline quite a bit this weekend, but WTF is going on?
Edgar killed Petropest Launchpad?
Hey Edgar,
WTF were you thinking?

Anonymous said...

I would never kill my blog, because it's not mine to kill - the commenters make it interesting - not me. Yes, I save everything, backup everything, etc. which may explain the general state of affairs in my condo.
If I have more space, my future will involve being a weird hermit with 23 dogs and 7 cats - and 7 pigs and 6 monkeys too.
There's no way in hell the monkeys would be human though. That's fucked up.
Essentially, I'm a bore.

Anonymous said...

Hi OriginalFlowy,
I think a Super *Pool* party sounds a hell of a lot better than football.

Hi Centipede,
Agreed.

Hi Bukko,
Thx for the heads up. I like your rants too. (Where did all of the Australians come from anyway?)

Anonymous said...

Anon,
I assume you're referring to Sartre's interview with an "anarchist"....?
Was he the one in drag and prison and such? Can't remember. Probably not.

Anonymous said...

7 pigs could babysit all the other animals in those brief moments of non-hermitage...

Yeah... I put on my fishnets and cruised the neighborhood and no one was out to play... they were inside eatings wings and dogs and pigs in blankets and watching these giant screens... stranget day more quiet than Christmas

Bukko Boomeranger said...

I reckon Buzz had to kill his blog -- and even his Blogger profile! -- because he insulted the Great and powerful Mish. He must have gotten attacked by a pack of flying monkeys. I hope he's OK, not snatched up and flown to the Wicked Mish of the Wisconsin's castle.

FWIW, I'm not Australian, just a bloody Yank living in political exile Down Under. I plan on repatriating after the economic collapse is over. I'm about the same age as Buzz, so there's a chance I might live that long...

Anonymous said...

@OrginalFlowy(tm)
... they were inside eatings wings and dogs and pigs in blankets and watching these giant screens... stranget day more quiet than Christmas

What horrible imagery! BTW, are you serious about the fishnets?

@Bukko,
I reckon Buzz had to kill his blog -- and even his Blogger profile! -- because he insulted the Great and powerful Mish.

What could he possibly do to warrant killing his blog and profile? Anyone who spends as much time ranting on the intertubz as Edgar is bound to insult someone. So what?
Yeah, I just noticed his profile no longer shows up on Edgar's Toilet. Luckily he doesn't have the ability to delete *that* blog.

@Edgar,
WTF is going on?
When you have a new account, let me know if you'd like to contribute to Edgar's Toilet again.

BTW, the Edgar's Toilet invite is open to all. There are so many toilet-related finds, I can't keep up with it on my own.

Anonymous said...

OMG Akubi...

I have shoes and fishnets just like the photo on Edgar's Toilet... the one with the pinky underwear...cutie...

How can Edgar's Toilet work without Edgar?

Anonymous said...

Speaking of Edgar-related rants, didn't Mammoth have a blog...?
Feel free to double post here.

In other news, it smells like someone is having a barbeque around here which is against regulations. I can't stand the smell of burning flesh and lighter fluid - which reminds me of the former (idiotic) head of our HOA association who somehow managed to barbeque his big, ugly gas guzzling pick-up truck. He returned from a barbeque with the coals still lit (like him) in the back of his truck. The smell of the burning paint, plastic and such was even worse than a standard barbeque.

Anonymous said...

How can Edgar's Toilet work without Edgar?
Well, it was originally created as an ode to Edgar's deleted toilet appreciation blog. When I posted too many "artistic nudes on toilets" he signed off about a year or so ago, so I toned it down and he felt comfortable contributing again.
If Edgar doesn't show up soon, I guess I'll have to mine my lovely pile of toilet nudes.

In other news, the shriveled up Boomers upstairs are playing the cheesy music they prefer when they attempt their weekly Viagra/Cialis/whatever assisted intercourse that grosses me out. Someday I hope to have a house with plenty of physical space between me and everyone else.

Anonymous said...

BTW, Anon was me - I was getting disturbed by action upstairs.

Anonymous said...

Senior action upstairs?

How about earplugs ... ? ... ?

But I'm happy for them... even if scheduled friskiness ... granny slip him some viagra in the tapioca some lunch hour... toss the cheesy music and get some R Kelly girl... blow his brains out...

Leave her some fishnets Akubi...