I can only imagine Carry On My Wayward Son now as performed by GWAR. Thanks, AV Club!

Matin Donovan and Adrienne Shelly are up there with Cary Grant and Grace Kelly as far as my pantheon of onscreen couples. Perfect.

I somehow stumbled across Trust, then The Unbelievable Truth, then Amateur. I have no idea why I never saw Henry Fool or any of his others.

* bats lashes suggestively * Buongiorno, bella.

Weirdly I kind of like small boobs. Maybe it's just aesthetics, or maybe it's just "Ooooh, she can go braless. I like braless" or perhaps I have a deeply unsettling need to be young and adolescent again. I'm going to go with number one, though.

So it's you who's been staring at my hands while I try to read Against the Day on the train to work.

Most of my turn-ons are hopelessly boring. And truthfully they end up being specific to my partner. I'm kind of a sexual shape-shifter I guess. You're into ropes? Snuggling? Exhibitionism? Spanking? Hand jobs on public transit? Superhero costumes? Eh… I love you and in a few weeks I'll adjust my likes and probably be…

I'm going to be a contrary sunofabitch and wish you the best, sympathies, and some good luck anyway. Quite a few weeks you're having there. But we still love you here. Just don't sit too close to me. *Searches for surgical mask and hand sanitizer*

Didn't Man Ray do a photo that was a nude/cello combination like that? Okay I'd melt for that too. Nice.

Yeah, growing up in a trailer park in north Florida pretty much ruined the allure of tattoos, mesh trucker hats, and ironic appreciation of "low" culture for me. I've put as much distance as possible between my asz and my past, perhaps pathologically so.

Amen. The Jim Jones Revue were FURIOUS. Made Jon Spencer seem like a genteel satire of da blooze. Which they sort of are.

+1 on IUDs being a good choice. They seem to be awfully secure in my experience. Now I'm racking my brain to recall if I've ever felt the string.

Black Liquid Shits. That's the third band name to pop up in this thread.

Re: pounding. I've had more than one female friend complain that men often tend to rate their sexual prowess on duration. Going for the burn, marathon man, etc. when she really would prefer 30 minutes of inventive foreplay with a three-minute vaginal penetration dessert over 20 minutes of numbing-bordering-on-painful…

Try dirty talk as a segue from one sexy-fun-time activity to another. It works… I mean I'm told it's effective. By a friend.

I see Grampa Munster. Really. Google it.

They're not much fun unless you can make the Sheathing of The Penis part of foreplay. With the right attitude, you can make it part of sex instead of a "damn, have to put the fucking glove on" and the loss of sensation CAN have an upside, I guess…

The couple of videos I saw convinced me that were she not famous for doing something else she couldn't get on the afternoon side stage at a skatepark opening. The songs were atrocious, and her caterwauling and costuming were like some clueless casting director's idea of what a riot grrl might be. Just astonishingly…

It's what I'd call a charming movie. I don't mean that as a slight, because not everything should be dark and gritty. The cast are sharp, the music great, and Judy Davis is at once powerful and vulnerable. I think Grant was actually very good for this role, too.

Two whole minutes? What are you, some kind of marathon man?