These Weenies babies are always Happy to see you! We discovered this innovative little teddy bear company based in Hawaii who put a lewd spin on the ever popular and cute Beenie Babies, they call them Weenie Babies for obvious reasons. Upon learning that the Weenie Baby company was in Hawaii, our Senior Product Manager insisted that he needed to go and meet in person with this potential new supplier. Aloha!
]]>With a feast of flavours to choose from, they add on their website "Yes we do have a special relationship with our protein here at Meatwater...By drinking Meatwater you can cut down on exercising and eating time, and have more time to enjoy yourself" WIENER SCHNITZEL Veal and Bread crumbs (liquid) Famed Austrian ex-pat, Field Marshal Radetzky invented this dish from a store of veal, breadcrumbs and meat mallets he found after sacking Milan in the 16th Century. Our version puts the schnitz in the schnitzel with a light carbonation. You can even taste the squeeze of lemon and potato salad on the side! Don't serve chilled!
http://www.thedieline.com/blog/2008/04/mmm-meaty-refre.html#more
]]>After countless requests for this very affordable saber, we've finally brought it back! We've temporarily hired a summer employee to churn out as many as he can over the next month or two but we do not know when we'll have them again after this!
http://www.ultrasabers.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=UK-INI
]]>On Sunday, thousands gathered in Kawasaki for the Kanamara Matsuri (literally the Festival of the Iron Penis), an event with roots dating back centuries and now one of Japan's best-known fertility festivals. Kanamara Matsuri - Japan's Iron Penis Festival Pictures: Kanamara Matsuri had its beginnings...
http://sonletay.vox.com/library/post/pictures-of-japans-iron-penis-festival-kanamara-matsuri.html
]]>On Sunday, thousands gathered in Kawasaki for the Kanamara Matsuri (literally the Festival of the Iron Penis), an event with roots dating back centuries and now one of Japan's best-known fertility festivals. Kanamara Matsuri - Japan's Iron Penis Festival Pictures: Kanamara Matsuri had its beginnings...
http://sonletay.vox.com/library/post/pictures-of-japans-iron-penis-festival-kanamara-matsuri.html
]]>It's a dizzying reversal of traditional gender roles in a country long known for geishas pampering male clients with conversation, singing and dancing. Now a new breed of entertainer has cropped up -- think of them as male geishas.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/04/07/japan.geishas/index.html
]]>Ok, I have some banner themes up on the HP contest site. I was only going to toss in one or two but I got a little carried away. Anyway, I'd appreciate your support!
]]>Far Below the Surface of the World’s Oceans, a Tough Place for Foam Cups - New York Times Left, Peter Batson; above, Tony Cenicola/The New York TimesSEA SHRINKS FOAM Cups and their messages back from the Arctic Ocean: left, from recent Russian dives; right, from an earlier dive, with a landlubber.
]]>TheDieline.com: The Leading Package Design BlogThe Ultimate Package Design Blog! TheDieline.com defines good graphic design and product packaging in consumer products in industries such as food and drink, bath and beauty, alcohol, and more. Well designed packaging establishes consumers' perception of the brand and the product. We showcase the best work out there from around the world.
]]>French President Nicholas Sarkozy, whom Ms Sebire had urged to intervene in her case, said he had asked his chief health adviser to make contact, and help with providing further opinions on her condition.
]]>Story Highlights "After a while, you kind of get used to it," boyfriend says Police say woman lived in bathroom for two years, didn't want to leave Her skin had grown around seat of toilet, police say; it went with her to hospital Boyfriend says he brought her food, water, clothes in bathroomNext Article in U.S. »
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/03/13/woman.in.bathroom.ap/index.html
]]>Today, Cassini will make its closest buzz ever over the surface of the moon, whose surprising giant water geysers hint at a possible hidden ocean of liquid water. The spacecraft will fly right through the tops of the geyser plumes in order to directly sample the material that originated beneath the surface. NASA is offering a trove of videos, interactive guides and image galleries in advance of the event.
]]>Sexually unfulfilling marriages aren't limited to new parents or aging baby boomers with hormone imbalances. They can ensnare even the relatively young and the recently married. When they are unable to blame kids, stress or physical issues, many couples struggle unhappily to identify -- and resolve -- the problems behind their lackluster sex life.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/personal/03/03/sexless.marriage/index.html
]]>Recently over beers, some female friends described a common and upsetting situation: The boys they liked (and who liked them) were more interested in cuddling than they werealmost to the complete exclusion of sex. As I listened to their stories, it became clear that, culturally speaking, we are facing a chicken-or-egg predicament. While the real world may be seeing a drastic influx in the numbers of sensitive, sexless boy-men, this upsetting rise is paralleled by increasing numbers of the same male type on film. It must be asked: Are movies the groinless loins from whence all these sad bastards have sprung? Because something has happened to men on film. There was once a man, a beloved character, who, when in action, flailed, and when in silence, churned. Life, with all its superficial niceties, unreliable relationships, and exhausting endlessness, was frequently too much for this (often young) mantry as he might to break through and find some peace. And did he try: He drank, he fucked, he fought, he floundered, but he rarely found any peace, except in glimpses. He was a sad, sad bastard with way too much on his mind. But of late he seems to have had his balls cut off, and all his life and passion has apparently leaked from this open wound. This gaping absence of manhood in today’s sad bastard is obvious when you think back on an early Jack Nicholson, who more than once in the 1970s played our beloved type to perfection: removed and pensive one moment, witty and quick the next, and throwing women against bed frames a minute later. You might remember the first time you realized you wanted a sad bastard of your own, to love and revive, despite the common sense that told you he was more trouble than he was worth. Or you might remember watching him and thinking: That is one conflicted individual, but I kind of want to be him. These days, though, the sad bastard is no longer sad; he’s pathetica sedated sap, terrified of anger and rejection, and scared shitless of sex.* * * Up until the ‘50s, male leads, especially in American films, had mostly been dashing and suave, having never known the dark shadow of self-doubt. It’s true, Bogart may have shouldered his share of worldly weight, but you’d never catch him writhing over the meaninglessness of it all, paralyzed by indecision. You’d certainly never catch him telling a throaty broad that he’d rather talk for hours (or days) before making any sort of remotely physical advance. Any talk he engaged them in was just wordy heavy petting, the precursor to getting down to serious business. But post-war European films hell-bent on emotional and social realism, some slow and sparse, others meandering and anxious, were almost all driven by a male character with no drive. In the late ‘40s, Italian filmmakers adopted Neo-Realism, a movement populated almost exclusively by despondent male citizens, and the French and Brits soon followed suit. Jean Paul Belmondo’s Michel Poiccard (aka Laszlo Kovacsin) in Jean-Luc Godard’s French New Wave go-to, Breathless, made up for his lack of job or money with a wealth of passionate, self-centered opinions and grand, un-thought-out plans. The British brought their Angry Young Men, troubled male protagonists attempting to find their way through society with the help of, among other things, sex and alcoholor, in the case of Billy Liar, an entirely fictional interior life that is finally a pleasanter option than reality, disappointing as it is for a young man without a plan. Around the same time, American films began sporting their own breed of male malaise and girls everywhere began to get their panties in knots over the new cinematic anti-hero.Female fantasies no longer revolved around Hollywood’s can-do men, cads, and cowboys, but around damaged, overgrown boys. In these now-classics, Brando yelped and moaned while his muscles flexed under a tight white T-shirt and the weight of the world. James Dean had a whole lot of feeling and no way to express it. He was hard to love and he loved hard, he tended to drink and cry and was quick to fight, and there was nary a thought in young women’s minds that he might make a better patient than lover. Female fantasies no longer revolved around Hollywood’s can-do men, cads, and cowboys, but around damaged, overgrown boys. The bastard born in the ‘50s came into full pubescent torment in the ‘60s and ‘70s. John Cassavetes’s films, starting with his debut, Shadows, in ‘59, were populated with the aimless, the aggressive, and the unreachable. Sure, Hollywood gave us cowboys and jocks, surfers and detectives, and other ambitious, goal-oriented male types, but for the thinking lady, the man with the existential crisis was the pin-up of choice. Bonnie knew Clyde wasn’t just a barrel of bank robberies, and Benjamin Braddock navigated the terrible limbo between adolescence and adulthood by wobbling between Elaine Robinson and her smoldering mom. And of course, there were the Easy Riders.* * * Comparing sad bastards from the ‘70s to the wisps of men that we are being forced to tend to now is like comparing McMurphy at the beginning of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest to McMurphy at the endand we just want to put him out of his misery. We would do well to recall Nicholson as Robert Dupea in Five Easy Pieces (the quintessential sad bastard biopic): He was as anguished as they come, but he still managed to bed his girlfriend, his brother’s fiancé, and a gal from the bowling alley within 90 minutes, and tell a sour diner waitress to go hold a chicken between her legs. He never found redemption, but at least he went out fighting. Only a few years later, Woody Allen balanced his preoccupation with death and his preoccupation with getting laid in Annie Hall. Having a sex drive was not antithetical to feeling generally lost; in fact, sex was one of the ways sad bastards used to try and find their footing. But after the ‘70s heyday of American cinema, our unhealthy love interest and idol was promptly treated for his depression and doped up with medication and helpful therapeutic vernacular. Timothy Hutton in Ordinary People could have grown up into a handsome, perfectly fucked-up individual, if it weren’t for his sensitive dad and that meddling Dr. Berger. In the ‘80s, when the blockbuster broke onto the scene and the lifestyles of the rich and famous outshone the meanderings of the discontented youth, our little depressive was often not only sad, but from the lower-middle class to boote.g., Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club, Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing. When indie cinema had its Sundance-induced resuscitation in the ‘90s, we saw more of him, either with a total absence of sex drive or as a pervert trying to self-medicate through a variety of fetishes, thanks to Cronenberg, Lynch, Solondz, and Co. Now, a few years into the new millennia, the sad bastard is out and about again, but sex-starved and refusing to acknowledge his hunger.We’ve had a smattering of boys on screen, without any apparent faculty to release some of this tension, until some final, triumphant scene where they let it all out, usually accompanied by a power-ballad of some variety. Andersons, P.T and Wes, ensure sad men are well represented in their ensemble casts, and these characters almost always dig their heels into the ground, avoiding sexual attraction until they nearly kill themselves or someone else. A while back, Igby (Goes Down) and Donnie (Darko) filled out the adolescent sector, with the former displaying more interest in sex than the latter, who was more preoccupied with time travel and magic rabbits. Bill Murray has signed up as spokesman for the over-the-hill sad lads and, as ever, exudes more sexuality than you’d expect (see Lost in Translation, Broken Flowers) though audiences loved him most lavishly when he performed the unthinkable and restrained himself in the face of Scarlett Johansson. Unfortunately, the lost-boy film that has received the most attention in recent years was the castrated, simpering Garden State. Zach Braff quivered and shook, even nearly wet himself in the presence of Natalie Portman’s quirky epileptic. Medicated into a waking coma, Braff’s Andrew Largeman was bereft of emotion, lacking any passion, rage, or libido. His face remains frozen in non-expression, not so much what-does-it-all-mean as just, wha-at ? He continued along in this timid stupor, until he finally told his crush that he liked her like that, and a while later they made love off-screen, and then they spooned. Since then, we’ve had a smattering of boys on screen, all coiled up in their own neuroses, without any apparent faculty to release some of this tension, until some final, triumphant scene where they let it all out, usually accompanied by a power-ballad of some variety. See: Elizabethtown, The Squid and the Whale, Thumbsucker, Lonesome Jim, et al. We have to think of the children. Horrific to fathom a generation of boys who are looking to these wet blankets for instruction on manhood, to say nothing of the young girls tacking Garden State stills to their bedroom ceiling. Who will bear the solemn news to these hopeful young ladies that these cold posters they kiss at night are offering more reciprocity than their three-dimensional counterparts? I am far from suggesting that the sad bastards (or as my friend refers to them, men with ovaries) be wiped out completely. My friends and I agree: Men who carry the weight of torment and sleepless nights are more than welcome in our beds. We cannot, however, condone this new sexlessness. Ladies, perhaps it is time to roll up our sleeves, and skirts, and dish out some mandated tough, hard love; our silence in this matter only makes us complicit. Bring them to the bedroom, but if they should begin to sigh, or assume any position reminiscent of spoons, or become concerned that copping a feel will be disrespectful, they will surely be jostled awake and shown the door, so they can wander the streets and prey on some other, sorely deceived young lady. We will not be fooled again.—Published September 28, 2006
http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/oped/longing_for_the_sad_bastards.php
]]>The last sunlit rim of the Moon was about to slip into the Earth's red shadow when Sean Walker of Sky & Telescope magazine took this picture on Aug. 28, 2007. It's easy to take good eclipse shots. Use a long lens and a tripod for your camera if you have an SLR, or just point any digital camera into a telescope. For best results see our lunar eclipse photography guide.
http://www.skyandtelescope.com/observing/highlights/15357796.html
]]>"Its has been confirmed that there has been a shooting on campus and several people have been taken away by ambulance," the school said in a posting on its DeKalb campus Web site. "All classes are canceled on the DeKalb campus. People are urged not to come to campus."
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/02/14/university.shooting/index.html
]]>Story Highlights Hospital: Scheider had been treated for multiple myeloma for 2 years Scheider's famous "Jaws" line: "You're gonna need a bigger boat" Scheider had two Oscar nominations, for "French Connection," "All that Jazz" Scheider also participated in rallies protesting the war in IraqNext Article in Entertainment »
http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/02/10/obit.scheider.ap/index.html
]]>Since time immemorial, mankind has dreamed of traveling to the stars. But it's only been in the last fifty or so years that he actually dreamed of doing it in a way that didn't suck. Yep, we've come a long way since Jules Verne dreamed of mankind traveling to the moon in a giant bullet, with tons of theoretical advances in spaceship design: warp drives, lasers, hell, even windows. Here are the 15 best spaceships mankind has managed to imagine up with so farâand stay tuned for the 10 Worst Spaceships of All Time later today.
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2008/01/15_greatest_spaceships_of_all_timephp.php?page=1
]]>He ain't so perfect after all! TMZ shot exclusive video of Super Bowl bound QB Tom Brady wearing some sort of cast on his right foot and limping to the doorway of Gisele's doorway in NYC earlier today! This is a big deal! Even ESPN.com says so! Maybe the Giants do have a chance!?!
http://www.tmz.com/2008/01/22/brady-and-his-bundchen-new-england-traitors/
]]>Story Highlights Several dozen people in and around Stephenville report UFO sightings Military spokesman: "I'm 90 percent sure this was an airliner" Witnesses say object's lights changed configuration, unlike those of a plane The Air Force no longer investigates UFOsNext Article in U.S. »
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/01/14/ufo.sightings.ap/index.html?iref=mpstoryview
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