PREPARATIONS ARE WELL UNDERWAY
April 30, 2009 in WORDSMOKER MEETUP
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by Senor Wences
Couple Caught Fucking On Queen’s Lawn
April 30, 2009 in sex
That unelected relic of imperialism and Michelle Obama hugee, the Queen of England*, probably didn’t get a shock today as a couple in their 30′s were caught inflagranté defucko on the lawn at Windsor Castle, one of the many residences she lives in now and again, rent-free with servants and solid-gold coaches and shit (mostly horse and corgi shit, actually).
The old bag wasn’t in residence, but that’s not important, because actual humans were fucking on her grass, which I’m guessing was pretty sweet as it would have been weed-free and nice and flat and warm and maybe bouncy, because a Queen’s lawn is prime fucking material, you know? Yes you do.
Anyway, it seems that they never completed the dreadful act of teh sex, as those sexus-interrupters – the police – came and put at stop to it after a while.
No word about anyone seeing tits or cock or bush or anything like that, although there seems to have been a heavy Japanese tourist presence (as there always is) so maybe some footage will creep onto PornoTube later. I’ll keep checking in the meantime and will keep you updated.
*I know she’s not actually the “Queen of England” – she’s technically the Queen of The United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, but she can fuck right off if she thinks she’s my Queen. And that goes for the rest of the inbred fuckers too. And their stupid little dogs.
Full story here from The Guardian.
Sexy image from daringpublicsex.com
by Rene Sance
Word of the Day – Velleity, Fatuous
April 30, 2009 in Wordsmoker Word Of The Day
In Thomas Mann’s 1912 novella “Death in Venice,” Gustav Aschenbach is portrayed as a middle-aged, celebrated, and sanctimonious author of morally uplifting novels and historical treatises. The problematic role of the artist in society was a recurring theme for Mann, and stalwart, stodgy Aschenbach is tormented by the conflicting appeals of Apollo and Dionysus. Early on he thunders against the horrors of moral relativism and laxity:
How else could [Aschenbach’s] famous short story “A True Wretch” be understood except as an outburst of contempt against the vulgar pseudo-psychology of his age, embodied in that ridiculous weakling… who, inspired by moral velleity, weakness, and turpitude, attempts to glorify his own pathetic existence by driving his wife into the arms of a fresh-faced boy…?
(Thomas Mann, “Death in Venice,” in Death in Venice and Other Stories, trans. Jefferson S. Chase, Signet Classics, 1999, p. 150.)
According to the Oxford English Dictionary, Velleity is the “fact or quality of merely willing, wishing, or desiring, without any effort or advance towards action or realization.” It’s wanting something, but not enough to expend any significant effort towards getting it. (I know that Mann actually wrote some 17-syallable German word that might just as easily be translated differently, but work with me here, OK?)
Gilroy’s Custodial Diary – Part One
April 29, 2009 in Sexless Diary, Wordsmoker Short Fiction
4:30 pm: Super’s in a bad way today. Said if I was late again I’d be written up. I explained the car trouble, but she said it wouldn’t fly, not again, even with the car still smoking in the parking lot. Better start saving where I can. I’m going to start keeping the loose change I find in the halls instead of dropping it off in the tip jars in the cafeteria
5:50 pm: Students have all cleared out, just about. A few stragglers and studiers here and there. The chairs in the main hallway don’t seem so out of place today, and it’s going quickly. Spring is just around the corner. I can tell because the tops are getting shorter and tan lines are showing. Read the rest of this entry →
Final Sentences
April 28, 2009 in Final Sentences
And with that last cigarette, still smoldering in the ash tray between us on the bedsheet, we renew our bond, a bond so strong the vegitation creeping up around the edges of the walls and furniture couldn’t break it, try as it might, try as it might, and as the smoke slinks upwards toward the open sky above us, we seccumb to our passion one last time, and this time without the jelly.
Movie Night At The Movies Reminder – Monday, May 11th @ 9:30PM EST
April 27, 2009 in Wordsmoker Movie Night At The Movies!
If there were just one word to describe the action of rubbing ones palms together in excitement while grinning ecstatically, I would put that word here.
Two weeks from tonight is Movie Night, and the film we will be viewing and discussing via Chatzy, if you all recall, is Alain Resnais’ Hiroshima Mon Amour.
I’ve also discovered that the link I posted to stream this movie doesn’t work in the United States. So check your local library or video store or push it to the top of your Netflix queue, whatever you’ve got to do to see this film. Or just show up to the film discussion drunk and pretend you watched it. I doubt anyone would know the difference.
That date again is Monday, May 11th @ 9:30PM EST. Happy viewing!
The Smokies – Saturday Morning Surprise Edition
April 25, 2009 in The Smokie Awards
Good morning all! Hope the hangover finds you well. Hope these awards find you better.
Sorry I didn’t post about this post, giving you all some notice, perhaps allowing some time to drop some more wit-bombs and wordsmoker double and triple entendres.
I love that word. Entendre. Read the rest of this entry →
Things Unnecessary: Stickers That Go Bump
April 24, 2009 in Rants, Things Unnecessary
Oh, how I long for a simpler day. A day in which one can drive, or steer the cart, rather, down the empty cobblestone avenues, taking your sweet, sweet ass time staring at the clouds and daydreaming about one day maybe being chosen by the Jonas Brothers to play bass in the backup band.
A better time indeed.
Instead, I get cut off by a middle-aged fatty making damn sure all around her know exactly how she feels Read the rest of this entry →
