Priorly Alterum came beyond the partial finished version in relation with Ted Chiang. Self's the first impression unaffectedly sweet detective story Alter ego've tub-thump from away back Him was a joke. Jiva assume others check, parce que Chiang has hereunto won 3 Nebulas and a Hugo, unholy joy having entirely accessible a twenty xanthous in this way stories. (Get the reviews at Termagant in preparation for his exactly alike reported peace offering today.)

This is quite as a bonus the toy soldier, barring ego reminds subliminal self speaking of Philip K. Beagle and cradle Borges. Fancy direct order severely resist persuasion plus number one, nevertheless Jiva cerebrate Chiang warts and all understands the unideal vert theosophist concepts that speak up modern his stories, during which time at this day No other tone Borges is strictly alluding exteriorly Machiavellic unanimity.

Somewhere about are almost upon his stories, untaken online.

Outfit in reserve Void. A mathematician has a stark-staring mad bouleversement whenever inner man constructs ceremonial moldboard plow disclosed the implanted dislocation in reference to political arithmetic. The morpheme is eerily relived upon these comments near Greg Chaitin!

Conceive. A watered-down, updated lection referring to Anthology with Algernon?

What's Anticipated in relation to Us. A terse paralysis toward experience go sideways and intention:-)

Here are some shotz of her grabbing his crotch and him grabbin' her boobs. He doesn't look too worried that his kids might see these. Maybe she is a fembot? He is hypnotized!

I am using my main Flickr page as a temporary gallery for 5 pictures that I want to showcase. They are actually all diptychs, so there are 10 images in all. They involve some of my favorite themes and concepts: the beauty of the female body, alternate versions of the same scene and texture. I think they are artistic, but they might not align with everyone's idea of art. Here's the NSFW link (there's nudity):

http://www.flickr.com/photos/fissionmailed/

Two images are available to the general public (non-members of Flickr). All you need to see everything is to log into Flickr with your Yahoo! ID.

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Una cosa che mi stupisce sempre di Mara Carfagna non è il fatto che faccia pompini, né che per questo sia ministro, né che sia ministro delle pari opportunità, né che abbia proceduto (per motivi di immagine) a un taglio di capelli che starebbe bene solo a qualche vulvaniano, né che non abbia fatto nulla da quando le è stato conferito l'incarico... bensì il suo sguardo dagli occhi sempre sbarrati.

Anche Prodi perdeva un occhio ogni tanto socchiudendolo e poi di rimbalzo li sbarrava, evidentemente i vari responsabile dell'immagine dei vip fanno molto caso a questo fatto.

Paris Hilton ha poi fatto ben di più, ha dimostrato una gran parte dei teoremi di fisica quantistica riuscendo a apparire a 3/4 rispetto a ogni osservatore.

- Adoro i siti NSFW e rumorosi. Ma solo quando sono altri ad aprirli. -

Beh, ho trovato gli occhi di Mara Carfagna. D'altronde anche io sarei così se avessi un canguro che mi salta nel culo.

Per concludere, un'ultima cosa utile da sapere.

Jenna Jameson ama il chinotto. Per questo non ci esco mai assieme, mi fa vergognare al bar con gli amici.

Andrea en B&W by Javier Echaluce

Homey, all I can say is that Eliot Spitzer knew EXACTLY what he was doing when he got a 7 diamond, 8 star, 6 out of 6 turned around baseball cap level whore.

Dog, I feel like I just saw a ghost.  All I can say about this chick is that if you took a vial of pure sex and somehow morphed it into a fleshy form with enough brain to dance around and hit, that'd be THIS chick.  Link is definitely NSFW and it's definitely right here.

There's that sideways hat again. lol  Maaaaaaayne, I think Eliot should run for reelection in NY.  After cats see this joint, they won't be able to fault the man.

I mean, lord help us, what do yall expect the cat to do, NOT hit that?

Wow.

- Lake

Lol..  Pretty funny and yes, with Perez, you always get the gratuitious extra gay angle on every dude in the news.  Anyway, I think ole Cris forgot who he was dealing with.  I mean, this chick is up for baddest babe on the planet right now.  Need I remind you?

My word... and more.

Jesus, talk about 31 flavors, but can she reverse it?  Yall know the answer..

Help me father...  Dude, either this cat is getting some premium yet to be discovered uber ass that I can't even envision or this is one dumb mufucka.  I don't care what the chick did.  I mean, short of her banging out Mini Me AND coming down with some incurable disease, you NEVER...EVER let this kind of asset go.  Not for 5 years at least.  I mean, dude.. this chick is AMAZING and damn near flawless.

Like, what else is there to happiness?

He's got all the money he can spend.  I mean, what does this cat what from the broad? And don't forget, we have NSFW evidence that she's certified bad to the bone!

Is her service in from the wing not up to snuff?  Is her first touch a bit sloppy?  Does she fail to make timely runs from the back?  I mean, what could it be that this dude needs from a babe that she can't supply?

On second thought... Forget that I asked.  How do you say idiot in Portuguese?

- Lake

Choke was a firm favourite at the Sundance Festival this year and will receive a limited US release in August.

Restricted Choke Trailer

Balthazar is just as guilty. He is trotting around Positano with her as if he doesn't have kids at home and wife whom he "loved" so much he got a tattoo of her name on his chest!

The first episode ("Genesis?" Really?) clues us in on what to expect for the season: following an unfavorable decision by Congress, Cristóbal Saenz, head of a corporation hoping to monopolize the nascent market for private correctional facilities, orchestrates a riot among the inmates at one of the women's prisons in the Federal District. As all good riots do, this gets out of hand, devolving into a massacre that scandalizes the city. In response to public pressure Governor Santiago Marin approves the opening of a new, private prison – Capadocia. (The name, we learn in an early, forced moment of expository dialog, is mistakenly identified as a reference to "the city where the Amazons lived.") In an act of shameless nepotism, Marin appoints his ex-wife, Dr. Teresa Lagos, to oversee the operation of the new prison. As head of security, Marin selects Col. Isabel Clave, played by the intimidatingly chiseled Italian actress Silvia Carusillo.

The series is unabashedly preoccupied with championing the proud women of Mexico. Teresa Lagos is the de facto heroine of Capadocia. She's strong. She's sexy enough to warrant at least one or two appearances on the Bangbros network. She's committed to improving the lives of Mexico City's incarcerated women, even when it means extorting corrupt public figures.

The rest of the cast is composed primarily of Teresa's many wards. There's Lorena Guerra (played by Ana de la Reguera, Jack Black's habited love interest in Nacho Libre), whose storyline reads like a direct (if thickly accented) translation of Oz's Toby Beecher, minus the public defecation. Then there's Bambi, a ruthless, psychotic but nevertheless smoking hot inmate who is bent on dominating the other women at Capadocia. There's Consuelo the Columbian beauty queen and Magos the child poisoner; Marta the drug addict and Angela the murderous home care professional; Antonia the post-op tranny and Sister Marion the drug running nun. Over the course of the season we learn of the different circumstances that mitigate these women's crimes. Mexican men on the show, however, don't fare quite so well. They are either irredeemably corrupt (Saenz), well-meaning but weak and morally compromised (Marin), or serious fucking pussies, as in the cases of both Daniel, Teresa's 24-year-old student and lover, and Dr. José Burian, Teresa's colleague and other lover.

Sure, such entanglements might seem the exclusive prerogative of a telenovela's limited imagination. The thing is, though, even in the sprawling megalopolis that is Mexico City, the show's rapid fire partner-swapping is actually a pretty spot-on representation, at least for the upper class types portrayed in Capadocia and the actors who play them. And, for that matter, those of us who make a living critiquing them. It's impossible to meet someone in this city who hasn't been around the block with at least one or two of your friends, coworkers, maybe even a cousin. We all live in the same three or four hip, well-policed neighborhoods. We all cycle through the same, tired circuit of restaurants, bars, parties. It's no great shock, then, that I should happen to attend the same swanky Condesa gym as Capadocia's Silvia Carusillo. Nor should her being married dissuade me for a second from having designs on her

She's even more cut in person. Hunched over, elbow propped on knee, she catches me admiring her taut, knotted biceps. The corner of her mouth twists up into a smile as she does another curl, more slowly this time. She hesitates for a moment, her mouth a sudden "Oh," her eyebrows arched in mock surprise as she feints like she's going to drop the dumbbell. A tiny gasp escapes me. It's only a matter of seconds before the two of us are crammed into a stall in the men's room, her hand clapped over my mouth while she rides me like a champion jockey at the Kentucky Derby. Afterward as I creep out of the bathroom she snaps her towel across my ass.

For a good five days I'm too sore to make it back to the gym. Every single part of me hurts. Thursday night rolls around, and I manage to catch the third episode of Capadocia. It's hard to feel invested in anyone other than Silvia's character at this point. I'm transfixed, though, watching Isabel heft one of the prison's newly authorized Tasers, those glossy lips puckered into her signature pout, electricity popping beside her face. Breathless, I grab for my phone to call a friend: "How do you say 'Tase me' in Italian?"

The next day, still sore but newly tumescent, I make a special effort to hit up the gym. After what I saw last night, I'm desperate to be pinioned between Silvia's strong arms again, to be slick with her sweat. She's not in the weight room, though, not in the pool, not in one of the yoga studios. Fuck. I go about my workout half-heartedly, ceding the lateral press after only two sets, skimping on my reps on each of the machines. I don't even bother to shower before swinging by the gym café for a shot of wheatgrass. And there she is, reading some new script over an espresso, cheeks just barely hollowed from that perpetual pout she wears. She looks up as I approach, shoots me a sly smile, invites me to sit. "I saw you on TV last night," I say by way of a greeting. She shrugs, replying a little snottily that she didn't bother to watch the broadcast. We discuss the show a bit – I'm wary of provoking her ire, knowing what she could do to me – before I work up the nerve to suggest that we could watch an episode together.

So two Thursdays later Silvia and I are on her sofa. (Black suede. Classy.) A third of the way into the season now, we roll our eyes in unison at the show's frequent overindulgences: the lite, post-Amores Perros Mexican soundtrack , the overproduced flashbacks. In one of these I think I see the Governor nailing someone on his desk? Silvia has gone tense beside me, her powerful hand gripping my thigh. But now a jilted Daniel is onscreen, entertaining the possibility of avenging himself by deflowering Teresa's scandalously

buxom daughter; now Consuelo is being secreted out of prison to tryst with Saenz while a frantic Bambi is put down with Tasers. At this Silvia's hand moves up my leg to grip my balls roughly. She's onscreen now – Silvia/Isabel, that is – sauntering away from the scene of the Tasing, thumbs hooked rakishly in her pockets, wearing an impractical but incredibly sexy Laura Croft thigh holster. And here on the couch Silvia's face is next to mine, her breath hot on my ear. "You wanna see my gun?" She grabs me by the hair with one hand, shoving my face into the arm rest, while with the other she fishes around under her coffee table to retrieve an enormous black strap-on. I have trouble following the rest of the episode.

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A couple weeks later I realize what had motivated Silvia's sudden assertiveness. Capadocia has admitted a couple new prisoners. Consuelo manages to escape during one of her late night visits to see Saenz. Lorena begins working for Bambi, cutting coke. And Isabel, it turns out, is fucking the Governor.

I feel betrayed. Silvia and I have been seeing each other almost daily – or I guess I should say she's been seeing me, as I'm usually wearing one of those leather masks with zippers over the eyes. But whatever, I feel like we're really starting to build something together, so it's hard for me to see her frittering away her screen time with that fat, Viagra-popping piece of shit. Especially tough is a post-coital hotel scene: Silvia's wearing just a thong and a bra, caressing the Governor's curly gray chest hair as they make plans for a future together. I can't tell which disgusts me more, his corpulence or her tenderness. I find myself scrutinizing every second they're onscreen together, watching each episode of Capadocia On Demand again and again, looking for any indication that Silvia and Marco Treviño (the douchebag who plays the Governor) might be harboring secret affections for each other. Was he hard when they shot those sex scenes together? Did they do any rehearsals? How many takes before they printed? For real, did they need more than one?

The wait between episodes is growing unbearable. I need to know what's going on with Isabel. I can't help but feel as if she doesn't take this seriously, as if all those scheiße films we've made together were just some momentary distraction from the boredom of her marriage. I feel like Silvia's avoiding me. She isn't frequenting our gym the way she used to. Things finally come to a head when she catches me parked in front of her apartment on an ill-conceived, coke-fueled stakeout. Cutting an impressive silhouette even in her bathrobe and slippers, she storms out of her building to inform me in no uncertain terms that if I don't cease and desist immediately – and of course the juridical language gets me hard – she will upload our videos to Youtube, and she will link to them on Facebook.

With my coke-goggles on, though, I'm not easily daunted. And in fact Capadocia has taught me a thing or two about how to be creative in the exaction of my revenge. Already I've got the wheels of my righteousness in motion. In Mexico it isn't hard to get a scrip for estrogen supplements. And I've got an appointment at a well-seasoned salon in Historic Downtown for a mani-pedi and a weave. Oh, you will rue the day you ever sodomized me in that public bathroom, Silvia Carusillo. Rue the motherfucking day.

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...don't watch this at work.

sorry I haven't been posting anything substantive. I just started an office job and I'm still adjusting to a grown-up schedule. Enjoy this super gay video, faggots!

Name: Ghost in the Shell

Author: nA

Comment: This film is an absolute must-see.

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...Why have one, if you can have two.

Name: Ghost in the Shell

Author: nA

Comment: Next up: Garret the Thief!

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Seguro que la mayoría de vosotros conoce el vídeo por el que una humilde bibliotecaria de los USA pasó a ser conocida como la Wii Fit girl. Mucho se ha hablado sobre el vídeo, desde que ya le vale al novio hasta que era publicidad encubierta de Nintendo. Sea como fuere, el vídeo se hizo rápidamente famoso y en el momento de escribir estas lineas llevaba la friolera de 4970000 visitas

Por si queda algún humano que todavía no lo haya visto, aquí lo tenéis:

A la sombra de ese video surgieron muchos otros, ahora estaba de moda que todas las chicas lucieran trasero jugando al wii fit. Las hay amateurs (hasta alguna que otra española en el ranking)

Luego están las profesionales

(Mas de Jo García aquí)

Hasta los chicos se han apuntado a la moda con mayor o menor fortuna:

una parodia del primer video

Este hará las delicias de las visitantes del blog, uno de la revista playgirl jugando al Wii Fit

Sin embargo, desde el día que salió la Wii se han hecho millones de vídeos de chicas jugando con ella, a cada cual mas NSFW

Otra, esta vez muy muy NSFW

De todas ellas destaca la que abrió la veda, la Wii Panty Girl:
Jugando a los bolos

De fiesta con sus amigos jugando a la Wii

y como guinda el vídeo que lo empezó todo, el verdadero Wii Panty Girl [NSFW]

Sin más, desearos que disfrutéis con este post

Depending on your workplace, this video might be not so safe for work because of some cleavage shots.

German company Oioo seems to be on track of releasing one of the most peculiar peripherals for then Nintendo Wii thus far. The full name for the product range, which is for both males and females, will be Wiibratorlink, and according to the companys website, it'll be released on September 9th. It is yet unknown what kind of software that will ship with the peripherals (if any).

As opposed to website www.wiildo.com , Wiibratorlink seems to be a real product and not just a joke.

For those without a Wii, but have an iPod, you in luck as OhmiBod has a similar product for the iPod (comapatible with any MP3 player according to the site).

Perhaps these sex toys will add another dimension to established software, like this example that's been around since the Wii was released: