Someone much smarter than Bacchus will have to evaluate this resource and report back. There’s a page here advertising “Lesbian GNU/Linux” — a pretty obvious parody of the Debian package, right down to the photoshopped logo. However, the apparent actual purpose of the page (which purpose is only apparent, and not certain, because when linux types make jokes it’s not unheard of for the rest of us mere mortals to miss the point) is this bit: “It comes with a superior package management system called porn-get…”. Which is followed by several tarballs (furballs? salty balls? Something like that, anyway) and man pages and similar related penguin-head paraphernalia, all of which looks pretty authentic even if it does contain oddities like the following:

        (__) 
        (oo) 
  /------\/ 
 / |    ||   *  /\---/\ 
   ~~   ~~   
...."Have you mooed today?"...

The interesting thing is that there does appear to be some sort of functional software for obtaining porn (a linux pornograph?) buried in here…because this artifact was revealed by the discovery in the ErosBlog log files of the following unique user agent ID: (www.linuks.mine.nu/porn-get).

Are there any penguin-heads out there who can tell us what this software does, and whether it is any good?

Via Daze Reader a link to the very secret diaries of characters from The Lord of the Ring. Slash tropes, but tastefully done and funny as heck:

Diary of Peregrine Took, DAY NINE :

Sam all wrong about Boromir. Really very nice man. Invited me to go for a walk with him tonight and said he would let me blow his Horn of Gondor. Can’t wait.

Later that night

Always thought blowing the Horn of Gondor was supposed to summon armies of the West?

Apparently not.

V. educational, all the same.

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A minor link from the Reverse Cowgirl to some of her more literate critics turned up this gem of an idea:

“People are always talking about how great this pornography is, I need to break down and purchase a pornograph so I get see what this is all about!”

Bacchus is all on board this excellent plan. Everyone should get a pornograph for Christmas. Joy to the World!

This post has been brought to you by Highland Mist, the cheap blended Scotch Whiskey that gives Scottish distilling a bad name. “Fine texture through the finish” indeed! (Assuming pumice is a fine texture….)

The nymphs have unionized and are up in arms. They have demands. Updates as events warrant.

Look closely at the smile on the face of the relaxing gentleman below. Bacchus is smiling a smile like that. Why? Because the lucrative but deadly dull job has gone away. Bacchus is now gloriously self-employed.

Or would be, if he felt like working any harder than the guy in the picture. Perhaps come January. Meanwhile, it’s time for whiskey, music, html bashing, and chasing women! (Not necessarily in that order.)

The lovely and mysterious Babs explains a sure-fire strategy for a woman to get a man’s attention:

When Babs asked her friend why she was so sad, she told her that her boyfriend was doing beer bong hits and totally ignoring her. Babs didn’t have any sage advice at the time, so she summoned Trevor, one of her closest guy friends, for help. After talking with him for a few minutes, the depressed girlfriend started to grin and wandered off to find her brew-swillin’ dude.

Babs caught up with her friend in the bathroom about fifteen minutes later.

“You’re pretty happy. What happened?”

“Oh, Trevor just told me to go unzip my boyfriend’s pants. It worked. Now he has eyes only for me.”

Debra Hyde at Pursed Lips has an important discussion [link has unfortunately vanished] about the difficulty of discussing appalling abuses that have a sexual component. It’s a real problem for this blog.

Anyone who has a rich fantasy life can find an erotic component in almost any tale of sexual atrocity. And, since horror is often an unwelcome emotion, the temptation to eroticize horrific stories by translating them into more palatable fantasy terms can be overwhelming. The downside is that the story itself is often trivialized in the process — if one gets too busy picturing Uday Hussein’s pony girls in the mind’s eye, one could forget to empathize sufficiently with their terror, shame, and humiliation. Worse, one could forget to be outraged by Uday’s behavior.

For this reason, sexual atrocities are featured much less often on this blog than they might be. It’s unseemly, at best, to treat actual human suffering as mere fodder for an erotic fantasy — and almost any discussion of real world sexual suffering in the context of this blog is subject to that risk. And yet, having a category of stories about sex be off limits to a sex blog is, itself, rather perverse.

Debrah’s article suggests a path through the maze. She acknowledges, first, the impossibility of discussing such events without the discussion having a pornographic quality. But then she points out that pornography is not always erotic, having a long history as a protest and propaganda tool aimed at political change. And she suggests that we not shrink from such uses of pornography, but rather embrace its power to incite moral outrage. She’s a wise woman.

That’s a lot of preamble for a short block quote about a professional government rapist. Perhaps if Jonah Goldberg had read Debra’s blog, he would have managed a little less flippancy in this story:

There are some professions American colleges simply don’t prepare you for. Consider Aziz Salih Ahmed. He works for the Iraqi government. His technical specialty? He’s a “violator of women’s honor,” according to his Iraqi identity card. In other words, he rapes women. Presumably he likes it. But he does it on the government’s dime so whether he likes brutally raping women or not, he’s probably good at it or at least he’s good enough for government work.