Stalking Venus

One of Stalking Venus’ advertisement-serving sponsor sites has decided that our content is of an adult nature. This is probably due to yesterdays post that had some boobage and penii, but also could be because I don’t shy away from using adult language. I write the site the same way that I speak to my [...]

Continuing with the snail theme inspired by the Slinkachu post, here are two poems by Gus Ferguson: Conjunction Me&ering along the str& (&ante, stepping, serab&) Where littorally sea joins l& I spied, engraved upon the s& A perfect, snaildrawn ampers& Go to the snail, thou Sluggard The snail, most people think a pest, It spins [...]

Johann Hari is not a banana. What he is, however is a fucking great journalist. He writes for The Independent, which is a little corner shop newspaper if the world is your city, and the United Kingdom is the corner shop. He’s also done major pieces for most international bigwigs like the New York Times, [...]

A lot of Zen-type philosophy (an unsuitable word, but one I’ll use for now) can seem like egotistical posturing by self-absorbed language-wankers – and to be honest, a lot of it is. The annoying thing with Zen kōans – the often nonsensical riddles and word plays of that school of being – is that they directly contravene the structured rules of logic that we require so that our perception of reality doesn’t disintegrate. This means that we have an instant aversion to them that ranges from the mildly amused, to the outraged.

On my way to work this morning, two things happened: A car (or strictly speaking, a person in a car) cut out into the oncoming lane of traffic in order to do a quick turn shortcut that would have placed him in his office 0.5 minutes sooner than if he’d just waited like everyone else, [...]

The only cool thing about having flu (or in my case, flu-like virus that may or may not lead to pneumonia, but we’d better keep an eye on it just in case, and here’s some pills to stop you from suddenly falling over, walking into things and the world from spinning around due to the [...]

Her features held a cruel malevolence that not many people could face, and she used this to maximum effect by dressing in expensive linen and lace outfits that were so severe in colour and texture as to be almost schoolmarmish, while subtly and cleverly custom-tailored to highlight her inordinately sexual physique. Narcissca was a master of manipulating people’s perceptions, and she could instil in most men of decent standing, a kind of lustful revulsion that bordered on lunacy.

The dairy farm on which Bastion was born and grew up was a great sprawling affair that covered the countryside in any direction you cared to look. The farm had been in Bastion’s family for many generations, and the family had been producing cheese for as long as anybody could remember. Bastion was brought forth [...]