Glibertarians.com 2017 Archive

Author: jesse.in.mb

  • Wednesday Afternoon Links

    It’s Wednesday afternoon and your favorite contributor (I AM your favorite, am I not?) is taking an unusual turn at the helm of the Afternoon Links. I promise this will have 93.76% less hunky content than my normal posting.

     

    Alliterative assertions allay apostatic angst
    Proper Papal palace
    • TED Talks 2017 is officially a techno-rite church service in communion with the Roman Papacy (I was hoping they’d join up with the Pope in Exile in Avignon, but apparently that’s not a thing anymore, so whatevs). CNN summarizes, “Essentially, he told the academics and innovators, scientists and techies, there is no ‘you,’ without an ‘us.’” full transcript with link to the ~20 minutes sermon talk here.
    • Jeff Goldblum is planning to reprise his role as Dr. Ian Malcolm. The internet responds with a vexing amount of genital moistness, which confuses this author, but I’m certainly not going to yuck someone else’s yum.
    • Side of English beef, Ben Cohen, may soon be single. His professional dancer lady love wants a Hollywood career, but he wants her to stay in jolly ol’ England. *tidies cave, polishes club* I’ll be right back.
    • Passenger found dead after United flight from Heathrow to O’Hare. Passenger was rabbit on track to be a world record holder for size, owner was a former model turned rabbit breeder. Fuck it just click through it’s all weird.
    • Serge Brin apparently wishes he was as interesting as Sir Richard Branson and is “reportedly building his own secret airship,” which “apparently looks like a classic zeppelin.” While it isn’t partying naked with my favorite ginger prince on a private island, we at Glibertarians welcome our Steampunk zeppliney future with open arms and freshly brushed top hats and polished monocles and brass doodads.

      Go 'way, touching myself inappropriately while dressed as a Victorian dandy
      Not pictured: Brin’s airship

  • Manly Monday

    Work has been a bear already (and not in a good way), so I’m gonna keep it short and sweet. When I was but a wee lad and unwise in the way of manly men my mother was a HUGE fan of Magnum PI. At the time I thought she just found the show compelling. Hindsight being 20/20, I realize now that Tom Selleck is a retro bit of beefcake who liked his shorts short, his women thicc and his cars very red.

    I am retroactively horrified that she was so insistent I’d go outside and play during summer break when it was on.

  • Fur Friday

    It has been brought to my attention that my posts have been a bit monochromatic. We here at Manly Monday/Fur Friday of course strive to bring you the full United Colors of Benneton ad experience less the women and savage depilatory regimen of the ’90s/’00s.

    This brings us to today’s Fur Friday choice. Another site I frequent usually has a roundup of attractive fellows on the Instagrams at the bottom of their daily links and a photo of these two fellows caught my attention for both their scruffiness and their interesting use of fur in winter apparel.

    https://www.instagram.com/p/BQA3n5olRb2/

    What I didn’t realize until I clicked through their respective instagrams is that they are married (and an adorable one at that). Who are promoting wholesome family values. I’ll let Midnighter express how I feel about these pics in panels three and four.

    Also there’s some great great otteriness going on in some of these pics and perfectly on-point beards in others.

  • Manly Monday

    I have recently been made aware of a YouTube content producers The Kilted Coaches (Stephen and Rab) who are frequently wearing kilts (and only kilts) in their videos while giving athletic advice, which has not been vetted by Warty. As you may have noticed I have a terrible weakness for the intersection of affable goofball and hotness (mildly NSFW), and these fellows punch these buttons aggressively. Also Scottish accents. Did I mention the accents?

    Some of their stuff is goofy to the point of being ridiculous and their inspirational quotes can be…schmaltzy (though I do like this one), but overall flipping through 10 months of Twitter, Instagram and YouTube content has been delightful. So make some bad decisions, and kill some time watching two dudes, in kilts, enjoy the shit out of their days. Also they know what’s going to get them buzzed about on the internet so here is How to get great glutes which ends with them walking bare-arsed off into the sunset.

    https://www.instagram.com/p/BRFim6QhnH7/

  • Fur Friday

    I know most of you want me to get back to nothing but (NSFW) sexy otters for Fur Fridays, but beloved commenter Pope Jimbo sent in a story that I just couldn’t pass up: Unsuspecting Woman Brings Therapy Dog to Local Furry Convention.

    Before last weekend, Cheryl Wassus had no idea what a “furry” was. So naturally, when the Motor City Furry Convention chose Pets for Vets (a nonprofit that pairs dogs with military veterans) as its charity of choice, she assumed that she and Link, her one-year-old Bernese mountain dog, would be spending the day at an animal event. She wasn’t wrong, necessarily — it’s just that the animals were maybe slightly more anthropomorphized than she had envisioned.

    Seriously though click through and read the whole interview, it’s charming as all get out. Also the Dog’s name is “Link” and there’s a Legend of Zelda shield in there.

  • Manly Monday

    Some links mildly NSFW*

    I have it on good authority the that snow is melting rapidly on the SoCal ski slopes, but before it does I figured I’d get in a crack about biathletes. I figure everyone here can get behind a sport comprised of skiing and shooting things AND as a National Siblings Day bonus we have the Fourcade brothers. Now Martin is ostensibly the better biathlete, and he’s not hard on the eyes either, but I’d let Simon eat crackers in bed. He’s got a great body, likes to show off (I dare not do more than happy baby on a paddleboard), is very photogenic and knows it. He balances goofy and sexpot with aplomb, much like other jesse.in.mb favorite Chris Pratt. It doesn’t hurt that he’s perfectly happy to bare dat ass.

    I’m not sure why, but he was photographed twice for the Dieux Du Stade calendar, this year (see link for “aplomb”) and in 2015 where he posed on a 55 gallon drum (because Santa came early…and so did jesse.in.mb).

    *Specifically biathletes (woman) and shooting (women), sexpot (man), aplomb (man), dat ass (man) and 55 gallon drum (man).

     

  • Fur Friday

    So I assume you saw the excerpt and automatically assumed that I was going to do a post about fur-persons who identified as dogs or ladies who dabble in pup play or those that go all out, and maybe a trio of men in the most wholesome (and SFW) picture linked in this sentence, but no! Today I’m talking about the bastardized spawn of corgis and other breeds of dogs. They are fucking adorable.

    Look at that good pupper!

    Because internet there are entire blogs dedicated to husky/corgi mixes, and lists of the most adorable corgi mixes. In closing here is a picture of Ein because a bunch of you are inveterate nerds.

  • Manly Monday

    Work has the better of me so I’m going to keep the analytics you don’t read anyway short and get to the video of strong men picking things up, setting them down in slightly different places, hugging, and ripping each others’ shirts off. Bonus points for those who find burly fellows attractive, one of the men is Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson, aka The Mountain, who is not only strong, but adorable. The other is British strongman Eddie Hall who is large in a way I find somewhat unappealing, but the man is impressive both in picking things up and putting them down again in slightly different places, but also swimming.

    Warty sent me a link to a paywalled video of this event which is much better, but–you know–paywalled, so you’ll have to make do with the potato-quality one here. I highly recommend watching to the end:

     

  • Fur Friday

    In a world run by animals, It’ll take more than a man to survive.

    Florida Man accidentally set me on a disastrous quest last night, dear reader; a disastrous quest to find a furry spoof of Mad Max Fury Road. The disaster came about because he misremembered the title and set me looking on Amazon and Google for “Furry Road” and have since had to raze my internet identity to the ground and start fresh as Ásbjӧrn Bernhard of Oshkosh, WI. I have also learned important lessons about using the term furry in GIS with safe search disabled.

    After letting me twist in the wind for a bit, FM found the correct name for the movie Furry Fury and let me know it was only six minutes long. Back to Amazon, more searching for furry-related content, and I’m settling in for six minutes of the worst cinema I’ve seen in a long time… possibly since I saw Battlefield Earth in theaters, which has a 3% on Rotten Tomatoes. That said, at only six minutes, I didn’t come away feeling cheated for time, though certainly this movie lacked the muzzled post-apocalyptic Tom Hardy which made Fury Road watchable. We live in an era where even fan films can have a significant amount of polish; Furry Fury feels like an intentional nostalgia trip to low-budget ’80s movies. Every element of it is poorly executed and somehow that works as an homage to the B-movies of yesteryear. I’m sure Gojira would love this film were he not so triggered by furries (and homemade ice cream, but that’s a tale for another time).

    The plot is elegant: Wolf encounters the feline Furryosa in some post-apocalyptic ruins while she is running away from a gang comprised of Bear, Dog, and Kangareau (with puppet joey) and must battle to save her. The action is delightfully gory in classic B-movie style, and the cuts and edits are painfully obvious. There is no yiffing and the film is entirely safe for work (although if your coworkers catch you watching a movie with entirely furry actors they may judge you).

    Available on Amazon with Prime and YouTube

  • Manly Monday

    Several years ago, before 55 gallon drums of personal lubricant were even a glimmer in my eye (incidentally they’ve sexed up their promotional material in an offensively heterosexist way), I would frequently find a reason to link this or similar videos of swarthy Greek and Turkish men helping each other lubricate for wrestling matches. Now if you watched the video all the way through you may have noticed that the combatants really get into their pants to lubricate themselves and that’s because it’s perfectly cricket for your opponent to get inside your pants and use your nether bits as a hand hold. While I hate to eroticize a purely platonic traditional sport, matches can fairly quickly look like a party in the back room of a Castro bar.

    Anyway, I’m experiencing some severe hypotension (ICD 10 code I95.9) after slaving over a hot keyboard for hours to give you this serving of beef. I’ll leave you all with a pair of tumblrs where you can research this fascinating sport more thoroughly.