Japanese meme (NSFW if you work isn't keen on epilepsy inducing shots of male buttocks)

Oh poo, since I wrote the title, the best example of this bizarreness which included the flashing bumcheeks has been taken offline. Ho hum, such is life..

I found this brilliant article on Gawker today. In a nutshell, the collected works of gay pornstar Billy Herrington have become massive internet hits in Japan, ten odd years after their release. Being massive internet hits, they have been mashed up in various bizarre forms, and this being Japan these are very odd indeed, generally including rhythms beaten out on arsecheeks, baby's faces covering genitals and lots of grunting. Well, watch for yourself really...





Why have they become hits? Quite simply the English for 'You got me mad now', when growled by a beefcake in an echoey locker room sounds a lot like 'You are not distorted' in Japanese and 'Like embarrasing me, huh?' becomes 'You are sloppy recently' respectively. Oh, and it's like, two dudes wrestling and that is huhuhuhuh so gay.

Can someone with more accomplished (a.k.a any) video skills see what happens if we overlay Japanese tenticle porn with Something Kinda Ooh by Girls Aloud? Oh, but cover all the rude bits with photos of Matt Lucas' head? Then speed the whole thing up so it looks like people having a fit in a fishmongers to the sound of chipmunks singing? Internizze hizzle right there yo.

Dragonball Squee

Why yes, your eyes do not deceive you, it is indeed a statue of an ejeculating Manga boy, looking eerily like something out of Dragonball Z if the programme included the cumshots that go with the characters dubious 'gnerrrrrrrrrrrr!' 'urrrrrrhg!' noises they spend half each episode making.

Is it art? Is it one of those things you can buy in Akihabra for about £3? Is it every parent's worst nightmare?

These are all vaguely relevant questions. But more to the point, how much would you pay for it?









How about £2,000,000?

No Joke or a Lie

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

Hello, sorry, been somewhat at a low ebb today due to inactivity, boredom and a chill caused by being too embarrassed to ask for the air con to be turned down AGAIN. I thought I was a champion for the people until I realised that half the people near me were lounging around in T shirts.

Maybe I'm one of those Lizard People David Ike talks about. I was starting to wonder why David Attenborough was hiding in my filing cabinet, filming me from behind a stack of old ASA ajudications.

Aaaanyway, as I have mentioned before, tomorrow I will be blogging the Brits in all their boring glory, so I will save all my inspiration juice for then.
For now I will leave you with a photo of one band mysteriously left off the nominations for Best International Band, the 'Japanese Beatles' aka Bump of Chicken.
I have never actually heard The Bump, but am already in love with them thanks to their wonderful Wikipedia entry (HERE) which features not only their album and single titles, but each member's blood group and the fact that the lead singer "enjoys doing laundry, cannot eat spicy foods, has poor eyesight and likes to eat chicken"

Photo of the Day - "Hello Kitty, Make My Day"

Those of you who read this blog often might remember my post about Hello Kitty Airlines, where I wondered if there was anything you couldn't buy with Kitty on it. Well it now turns out that if you were fed up of eating your Hello Kitty shaped chicken pasta while the Hello Kitty air hostess ignores your request for a Hello Kitty sickbag, you could hold the muthafucker up with this delightful AR-15 rifle.

What next? Hello Kitty machetes? Hello Kitty euthanasia kits? HELLO KITTY GAS CHAMBERS??*

*if anyone has a link for these..

On the merry streets of Soho

For some reason it pleases me immensely that Bathing Ape - sorry Bape - 's flagship store in Soho, perveyor of limited edition £500 trainers and baseball caps that cost £100, is next to a Greggs, perveyor of sausage rolls and steak bakes for less than a pound.
I fondly imagine that I will troll down there one day to see a standoff between the queue of faux Japanese trendies outside Bape and the queue of grey wheezing proles outside Greggs, but that's just the stuff of Jason Nevin's nightmares.

The Pasta of Nightmares

*shudder* and to think I quite like kewpie dolls, to the point where I almost considered collecting them, only they are dead expensive.
I just know I am going to dream about being chased down an ever narrowing corridor by a load of dead eyed pasta dolls.
Join me!
The following videos are less scary btw


Well, that is still faintly menacing..


This last one makes me actually want to join the cult of cod roe ramen named after a make of doll popular in pre war America! (Tarako, in case that wasn't sledgehammer-in -the-face blindingly clear)

Then again, I don't want to look like this douche. Seriously, exactly how hard is the song?

Immature Farting Game

Hide the Fart

Oh dear, this game is quite addictive. You basically need to fart discreetly when a car passes by pressing the space bar, and the left arrow if the pressure gets too much. If the man next to you hears you lose, and you also explode if the fart gas gets too high.

Hours of fun I think you'll agree!

Photo of the day IV

I wish I could remember the site of this delightful Japanese lady who likes to dress up as that evil corporate clown and travels around the Maccy D's of Tokyo spreading love and trans fats as she goes. If someone could send me the link I would love you. And buy you a Chicken Royal.

There Will Be Breakdancing Near a Vagina, Yes?

Apparently that is the English translation of this J-pop song, which could possibly have the best use of pub toilet features since that video when Dannii Minogue dries her armpits under a hand dryer (I Begin to Wonder, if you must know) It's funny, I would never had made the connection had I not been trying to do a Dannii last night, as it turns out a red fitted shirt is not the best choice of attire to a metal gig at the Bull and Gate. It was made all the worse as there was apparently some school disco shitey night going on at the Forum next door, so I was only a tiny skirt and some bunches short of looking like one of those feckin' eejits whose idea of a great time is to dress up like a twelve year old and act like a 6,000 year old caveman. Urrg, they all looked about fifteen as well, which makes me question why they would want to go wear the clothes they wear five times a week to go and dance to Chesney Hawkes, although I suppose it must be hard to ID when everyone is deliberately looking like a paedophile's wet dream.

Utter twats, non? --->

xx