I am voluntarily taking an internet-free vacation for a month (although I will have my phone, just in case). Call it rehab for an internet addiction.

I’ll be back in May.

Some online sources you should look for:

Johnny Moronic. It’s unbelievable how much material can be created and hosted by one man, much of it unique to his site. GREAT site.

Hot Celebs Home. He is always on top of the everyday matters of pop culture, and is very thorough in his approach.

The Nip-Slip. Self-explanatory.

Popoholic – great friend of Other Crap, and the world’s biggest fan of female celebrities. Not much nudity on his site, but it’s always sexy and upbeat. He’s not currently updating, for reasons unknown to me.

Drunken Stepfather. The internet’s bad boy. This is a guilty pleasure site for me, but others find his negative energy to be a turn-off. (He writes in a character voice.) He’s incredibly prolific, especially with his themed, non-celeb material. He obviously lives on a planet with longer days than hours.

A message from Charlie.

A page turns: THE SITE WILL NO LONGER BE UPDATED! The triggering factor is the state of health of my business partner who hosts the site on his servers; his worries push him to stop his activities. At the moment, I have neither the time nor the motivation to look for an alternative solution to host the site (which protects me from the mood swings of actresses). But it is also true that for some time the desire has been less there, no doubt driven by the drying up of French productions. In 25 years, I will have published a little less than 9000 photos, after watching probably between 30,000 and 40,000 films, television films, soap operas and short films (not counting the very short Nikon style ones). This will have been the way to exchange with enthusiasts from all over the world, often film lovers, with actresses who are sometimes benevolent, but I admit generally irritated. Although I will stop producing collages, I will for now continue to post videos on the forums www.france-vidcaps.org and www.posteursfous.fr. The archives (all my collages) will remain online but will no longer be updated.

The new pics are below. If you don’t see thumbnails below, this link should work.

  • Dorcas Coppin in “comme mon fils”:   If you fly Air France you watch her in the safety instructions before take off

  • Johanna Landau Menuteau in “Babyblueseuses”:

  • Lou Cantor in “full moon”:


It is Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day in the Year of Our Shatner 92.

A repeated word of warning for those who attend: do NOT try to smuggle giant pink penises into Japan from other countries. In addition to the fact that you would face the dire legal penalties for giant penis smuggling (imagine Midnight Express, except with giant penises), there are simply good reasons why you should not do so.

  • First of all, they would not be sacred. Only giant pink Japanese penises have been blessed. That would be like trying to pass off a bottle of Ozarka from 7-Eleven as Holy Water in the Vatican.
  • Second, the Most Honorable Japanese Department of Agriculture and Giant Genitalia is concerned that introducing a new strain of giant pink penises into their eco-system could cause the native strain to mutate or die out. It’s the same reason why you can’t take frogs to Australia.

The main thing to remember is that there is simply no need for you to take such a risk. There are plenty of giant pink Japanese penises to go around, and that means a fun day for one and all.


On a serious note –

Amid all the merriment, we should never forget the true meaning of Giant Pink Japanese Day.

As one commenter noted last year:

“Maybe Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day means a little bit more.”

Hemingway once wrote, “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” The same is true of Giant Pink Japanese Penis Day, for no matter where we roam, there is always a Giant Pink Japanese Penis inside all of us.