Today’s Last Call might be a work in progress. I’ve not been at home on my computer for much of today. The 6 of you who still read this post will have to bear with me.
Musical Interlude:
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Warming Glow: What’s on tonight. I swear I’ll be revisiting the On Deck post’s at a later, less busy time. By the way, watch Lone Star tonight. If you don’t, the genius’ at Fox will cancel it after its second episode. DJ Phoenix: A friend of mine has released a new free album as a sort of counter point to the album of his that’s for sale on iTunes and what not. I recommend it if you’re into electronic music. It’s got hints of NIN as well as some more chill influences and minor dance influences. Sculptor, this one’s for you. Daddys Sugar Ball: The thinker’s five thoughts on the NFL’s week three.
HBO’s True Blood has garnered a reputation as one of television’s raciest shows, and rightfully so: It’s rife with copious amounts of sex graphically depicted on screen (that last line almost sounds more at home in a letter written by an angry mom to the network). Not just any old sex, either: There’s chicks screwing vampires, guys screwing vampires, vampires screwing each other (this scene of Vampire Bill banging another vampire is possibly the most unintentionally funny thing ever put to film), dudes banging dudes, dude vampires banging dude vampires…you get my point.
The one place the show has played things strangely conservatively, however, is with the various shape-shifters that inhabit the show. There are werewolves, werepanthers, weredogs (I’m still holding my breath for a werewhale), yet any time they’re shown getting it on, it is invariably in human form. As the French say, “Le WTF!” You’re telling me that, if you had the power to turn into a wolf at will, you wouldn’t morph into one mid-coitus as a joke to freak out a girlfriend you were about to dump? Any time I see the shape-shifting Sam Merlotte getting some, the thought of him delivering the line “How about some real doggiestyle?” with a straight face right before he morphs into a canine consumes me. So how about it, HBO? You ready to give me my 15-dollars-a-month’s worth? Ya stinkin’ puritans…
So Olivia Munn is in this Friday’s Playboy, as the cover model and this is the cover. Yes, Olivia Munn Playboy. Oh hi there websearchers, you may as well stay now that you’re here. So I’ve mentioned Ms. Munn before, to some of you more than others. I’m kind of an Olivia Munn homer if you would.
She’s smart, funny, completely sexy, loves pie and is essentially doing my dreamjob. Well I drifted off there for a bit, but after the jump will be a video of the photo shoot and a sample photo. continue
