The Armed Liberal has a benevolent prescription for rewarding an actor of exceptional skill:

“I don’t care that Kenneth Branagh is reduced to being Harry Potter’s foil; I hope he’s happy and healthy and being banged into insensibility by starlets every day for his incredible version of Prince Hal, in Henry V.”

It was a good performance to be sure. Don’t pay any attention to Beavis and Butthead as you replay this bit in your mind:

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

Much beloved as was the little script that showed recent referrals to ErosBlog, it was ill-behaved. Certain long URLs refused to wrap, and the nymphs who toil over the molten lead and inky type molds in the Stygian ErosBlog press room proclaimed that studious research did not reveal any known block element that would contain them at a fixed width. And thus the width of the left bar fluctuated daily — an intolerable circumstance as all must agree.

So it’s gone. It might come back someday, especially if anybody out there can volunteer a trick for beating it into submission.

A link from Totalitarianism Today to the wonderfully named Modern Drunkard Magazine leads to a detailed history and review of absinthe, complete with authorial confirmation of its much-touted but sometimes-disputed unusual mental effects. There’s really only one sentence that makes the article on topic for ErosBlog, but sometimes one sentence is enough:

What’s more, the drink had the reputation of being an aphrodisiac and you know where that leads: sex.

Besides which, if you are a drinker or a writer the article is a good read.

…and the world will beat a path away from your door.

Being perhaps readers of other blogs than this one, it’s likely that you my loyal readers have heard of the “Jackhammer Jesus” dildo, the “Baby Jesus” butt plug, and other similar religious-themed sex toys from Divine Interventions.

But this article from the San Francisco Bay Guardian profiles the inventor and promoter of this line, and follows him as he roams sex-positive San Francisco getting the cold shoulder from sex toy buyers.

Picking his way through the brightly lit displays of adult videos, cock rings, and calendars emblazoned with oiled and rippling pectorals, he greeted the bespectacled sales assistant, hoisted a large sports bag onto the counter, rummaged through the contents, and selected an item. When the guy behind the counter saw what the man, whom I shall call Nigel R., was pulling out of the bag, he gave a nervous little laugh and said one word: “Sacrilegious.”

As the home of storefront live-sex Halloween performances, magnificent transvestites, and guys with no qualms about showing off their ass cheeks in leather chaps, the Castro District has traditionally enjoyed a healthy disregard for the status quo. Yet when Nigel R. whipped out a seven-and-a-half-inch marble-white silicone Jackhammer Jesus dildo in the shape of Christ on the cross, the Castro Gulch sales assistant blanched.

Ironic to see that as cutting-edge a paper as the SFBG is still so stuck in the past that even when it prints a URL, it can’t (or won’t) make it an active link in the online edition. Old media, bah.

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Here’s some hardcore stick figure porn from The Petting Zoo:

Don’t miss their unique version of the hamster dance.

“Recycling” is also…special.

Other people’s children…what can one do?

Alert readers will note that ErosBlog does not link to a lot of actual porn sites. Mostly this is a reader protection measure. Commercial online porn tends to be hideously abusive to its potential customers, punishing them for their curious visit with endless loops of browser-killing pop-ups, browser modification scripts, spyware installers, dialer programs, and other malicious treats.

However, another reason porn sites aren’t discussed more on ErosBlog is that commercial porn tends to be boring. There’s a fetishistic focus on distorted plastic boobs, fake blond hair, and shaved oiled surfaces that frankly don’t look like anything ordinary folks generally manage to have sex with.

Via a link found at Totalitarianism Today, we learn the hopeful news that folks trying to break with the oiled shaved plastic blonde tradition are making money. Good on them; perhaps it will catch on.

Confession time: Bacchus has acted in a fashion not entirely neighborly.

One advantage of a new month is a new set of server logs, which are easy to peruse for anomalous activity. Investigation of a string of hits from an unfamiliar source, which shall remain unlinked, turned up a blog reference to the December story about boob scarves in Japan. However, the link credit was given to the original link source and the only reference to ErosBlog was the silent hot-linking of the image off the ErosBlog server.

That’s just unfriendly; although any unprotected resource on the web is free game for linking, it seems fair that if you are going to burn somebody else’s bandwidth you ought to do them the courtesy of a link credit. Especially where, as here, it appears they discovered the story via ErosBlog.

So the image file has been renamed, and Erosblog rejiggered to point to the new file name. The file now bearing the original name is, um, slightly rude. (One supposes, anyway, that a close camera angle on double penetration is rude?)

Next time, drop a link credit, OK?