Dark Designs.

Fresh after making his pitch for the Sox, Seth Stevenson tries to wrap his mind around manga. “As for the animated porn I did watch in hopes of gleaning some insight into the Japanese id? I have this to say: Go away, Japanese id! You are scary! I am scared of you!“

Autumn of the Soul.

Woe are the writers of Salon, who’ve soured on both sex and the cinema of the 00‘s. C’mon, y’all, the New Millennium ain’t all that bad.

Napoleons rejoice.

Y’know, I’ve been waiting to hear this type of news for years. Apparently coho salmon and quail males also affect an ironic distance and disaffected world-weariness that make them the apple of females’ eyes.

Wicker Man, Stone Woman.

Speaking of ancient rock formations, a former professor of obstetrics and gynecology believes Stonehenge to represent a large vulva, in honor of the fecundity of the Earth Goddess. Sure, I buy it.

A Bitter Film.

Ah, Spring, when a young man’s thought turn to love…and bitterness. (Grotesque cartoon violence involved, if that sort of thing offends you.)

Playing Doctor.

“The jargon he’d used at the consultation had become bewitching love-talk: … dislocation of the second MTPJ … ‘titanium hemi-implant …. ‘Yes!’ she whispered back.” Wendy Perriam win this year’s Bad Sex Award and, as per usual, it’s pretty bad.