Turbo Tango is a new sort of a beverage that can’t be sipped.
“The soft drink-meets-squirty cream” is an aerosol soft drink, which when sprayed into the mouth will deliver a foamy blast of orange. It’s targeted at teens in the U.K., and will be sold at $2.50 per bottle.
The pack looks deliberately edgy and disruptive to engage with its target audience.
“Soft drink meets squirty cream?”
I’m not sure Goth culture in the US had a fascination with dolls until the gothloli culture from Japan spread to here. But I could be wrong. Anyway, it’s here to stay - both in the Goths dressed like dolls and the dolls dressed like Goths.
There has also always been an enormous bundle-of-fetishes culture having to do with dolls, and I don’t just mean sex toys either - many of the doll fetishes are chaste almost by definition.
Adding the Goth elements to that - which has happened prominently only in my adult lifetime - has created some very murky waters indeed.
Here are some beautiful and creepy porcelain dolls, sent to me by my correspondent in Estonia.
I probably should not link this, it’s not really suitable here, but damn it, it made me laugh. And exposed some hypocrisies. And really sort of dovetails neatly with the previous item. Um. Apologies in advance?
[Yes, of course it’s a parody. As far as anyone will admit in public. Who knows what really goes on in the brains of people like these? However, Perkins is actually boss of the Family Research Council.]
This word from my people’s language makes many humans very confused.
For example, if you you work in a restaurant, and one day the tele-phone rings, and a person asks you if you have “a table for sex”, you will probably not know what to say.
(Unless you live in a famous city called New…
Cécile Jarsaillon, the contrast of the embroidery and the pornographic images is really quite shocking but brilliant. The bottom left one is awful but really funny, these are like extreme playing cards.
The Chitty Chitty Bang Bang clip from yesterday reminded Ajakiri of the one above. I suppose it is no odder than the other; it just seems odder to me because it’s in Russian. (I wish my Cyrillic were better so I could try to dig the title of the film out so I could find out more about it!)
I’m sure the doll fetishists would like this one too!
EDIT: Ajakiri tells me the film is “Tri tolstyaka” (Three Fat Men). Its IMDb page is one of the emptiest I have ever seen; not even a plot synopsis. However, it is apparently an adaptation of a 1928 book by Yuri Olesha, and its plot is summarized here (with most excellent illustrations).
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is a film I’m always tempted to write about as an adjunct to my James Bond writing. The film is the unholy offspring of a lot of people who were noted for much better work in other places (Albert Broccoli, Roald Dahl, the Sherman Brothers) - a messy collision at best. That it was considered a success probably has a lot to do with the landscape for children’s films in 1968. It is certainly not because of any actual quality. It’s not so much the actively bad parts, which are few; it’s that most of the film is indifferent, tedious. The one thing a children’s film can never be is boring, and this film frequently is.
Here’s the only scene that I ever end up rewatching these days, probably because every new generation of ASFR fetishists rediscovers it and thinks no one else has ever seen it. That said, pretending to be a windup doll is definitely playing to Sally Howes’ strengths - it’s probably the most natural she is in the whole film.
And look - it’s Anna Quayle! It’s Gert Frobe! It’s … my god, is that Benny Hill? It’s always fascinating to see talented character actors get utterly lost in muck like this.
And about damned time.
“The idea really came from consumers. They kept telling us vibrators, vibrators. And we just laughed. And then we realized they were serious.”
(Hat tip: Rose.)
You know, I HAD been harboring a small dread that eventually The Rhumboogie was going to wander over here to see who was relinking/following, and be offended by my occasional veers into the rude and crude.
I am not going to worry about that anymore!
I couldn’t resist, these are just hilarious. From Brune & Woehlke, I can imagine these being an interesting conversational topic.
Why, yes. Yes indeed.
