Sunday is apparently all about creative and unlikely juxtapositions, or weird genre collaborations, although in the strictest possible terms I don't think you can actually count a manatee as a genre. Nonetheless! Just because, or at the very least just because they poke beautiful fun at superhero body-fetishism and are also incidentally cute, ( Read more... )

I'm still all wibbly and glandular from the sinus infection, and am moreover wading through third-year exam marking on internet eroticism. The gazelles are being thoughtful and articulate about Facebook, and betray woeful ignorance about even the most basic features of Twitter. I thought it was the young folk who were supposed to grativate to the ( Read more... )

Woe is me! Have stampeded madly through three seasons of Smallville with only occasional pauses to shake my tiny fist at the asinine stupidity of the scriptwriters, and have reached a sudden forced hiatus owing to the weird fact that Season 4 is unaccountably unavailable from any outlet I can find, including the local online ones. (1-3 and 5-8 are ( Read more... )