Another Sunday, and another not very serious blog entry. No science news, no self-vivisecting navel-gazing autoanalysis blog entries, no meandering pondering of the meaning of whatever, just some nice fun stuff to make your Sunday a little more sunny.

First off, a picture for our You Should Have Phrased That A Little Differently file. Click for full size!

Damn it, I always miss out on the really good stuff!

That’s the sort of sign that makes you think “Do they not read things out in their head when they write them? ” Because seriously, one second of thought would have prevented this rather unfortunate turn of phrase. “Boy Toy” has a number of not very squeaky clean connotations in North American culture, and just saying “toys for boys” would have kept you clear of them all.

Me, I associate the phrase with Madonna’s belt buckle way back in her denim and silk phase in the Eighties, but that’s because I am stupid old.

Of course, all the usual caveats apply. Perhaps the writer of the sign does not come from this culture, and/or does not have English as their primary language, and hence is unaware of the implications. After all, it’s not like “boy toy” is a common phrase. One could be a quite culturally fluent speaker of English as a second language for years and not come across the phrase in any context.

And of course, everyone makes mistakes, even big dumb ones, now and then.

But damn it, I want a boy toy now!

All done with your appetizer? Good, now on to the main dish : sketch comedy!

This one is from the people behind the occasionally amazingly clever web comic Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal, who have become quite a prolific no-budget skitcom team.

Most of the skit is merely okay, a little painful but kind of amusing, but the ending totally saves it.

I mean, I was already sold on homosexuality a long long time ago. I mean come on, cock is just plain awesome! But when you put it that way, damn…. no wonder we have so much fun!

I completely want to go to a Cocktails and Sodomy party now. Everything done up in Mad Men style Swingin’ Swanky, with hot guys getting it on everywhere and a super ultra hot bartender who can mix me up a really good Long Island Iced Tea.

Sounds like my idea of an evening.

Next up, let’s visit the wonderful worlds of video game nerdity and Eighties nostalgia with this little take on a certain epic video game series and its attempts at something called “continuity”.

A certain amount of video game knowledge is going to be needed to really get it, but even without it, you will probably be able to get the idea.

Me, I have more or less made peace with the fact that every Zelda game is going to be more or less the same broad storyline told with a few of the same elements (Link, Zelda, the TriForce, the swords, Zenny, plenty of mindless violence against crockery… ) and the new stuff will be in the details.

Trying to pretend they all tell one big “legend” is just too damn much work.

And now… it’s been a while, but I am afraid it’s back again…. another entry for our always bulging Oh Dear God No, Japan file, in the Visual Nightmare category : Face Bank 2.

Holy crap, that is evil. Seriously, Japan, what the hell is wrong with you that you don’t see something like that and not only refuse, en masse. to buy it, but get its inventor the serious medical intervention he or she so clearly and desperately needs?

It’s like having your coins devoured by a retarded demon baby trapped in far too small a box.

Maybe it’s the larval stage of the People Inside Your Walls.

Well, after that extended bad acid trip, I owe you nice people something to make you feel really good and help you forget about all that weirdness.

Luckily, I have just the thing for that. This video clip is especially for us cat lovers.

You know how your cats seem to want to curl up on you to nap?

Turns out, big cats do that too.

Awwwww! Both adorable and terrifying. But mostly adorable.

Shanta obviously loves her keeper, and he either loves her just as much back, or at least is smart enough not to argue the point with her.

I must admit, I am insanely jealous. I would love to cuddle with a lion like that. And she’s so sweet!

This is why I could never be a zookeeper. I would die, and my last words would be “Aww, aren’t you a big pretty kitty? What’s wrong? Is someone a grump kitty tod—”