Buildups and Holdbacks: The World of Sneezing Fetishists

Whenever I see someone request their freaky, ultra-specific fetish on Craigslist, I immediately fear for human civilization, then take solace in the fact that these people are pretty much the only ones on the planet looking for a partner who will “fart all over the place before making it too the toilet” or whatever. But somehow Crasstalk’s own SusanBAwesome and I stumbled upon a sprawling world of widespread freakiness that defies all logical explanation.

Did you know that YouTube fetish videos of girls (and a few guys) sneezing routinely get thousands and thousands of views? Oh, you didn’t know that and would have been perfectly content to someday die without ever realizing that insane nutballs get their jollies from watching girls sneeze? WELL TOO BAD.  Continue reading

President McGovern is Dead

Former President George McGovern died Sunday morning at the age of ninety, at his home in Sioux Falls, S.D. A two-term senator from South Dakota, McGovern served as vice-president under Robert Kennedy from 1969 to 1977. After a contentious primary battle, McGovern narrowly lost the presidential election of 1976 to the Republican ticket of Ronald Reagan and Richard Nixon. He was elected President in 1980, and re-elected in 1984. He won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1982, and the American Society of Historians ranked President McGovern ninth in their list of Ten Greatest Presidents in 2004. Continue reading

The Road to Karakul Lake

We are heading south. A surprisingly well-paved, two lane road connects us from Kashgar all the way to our final destination. Ever since 9/11, China has made a point of making sure its borders with Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Tajikistan, all within a few hours’ drive from here, are secure. To that end, this road has been paved and regularly cleared of falling rocks. On the way to Karakul, I see about a half dozen army trucks filled to the brim with stone faced, young People’s Liberation Army soldiers.

A few minutes out of Kashgar, the landscape opens up. Near the horizon stands the Pamir range, my destination. The road is lined with pencil thin poplar trees on either side. Parallel to the southbound lane is a narrow canal used for irrigation. It runs for miles. Continue reading

Recipe Sunday: Hello Dolly Bars


One of the best things about Fall weather (even in hot-ass Florida) is that it feels “right” to start baking. Although it is not quite cool here yet, I find myself fantasizing about baking all sorts of pies, tarts, cakes, and cookies. I like this recipe because it is so easy to make, even on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and it only ties up the oven for about 30 minutes, which means the house won’t get unbearably hot. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find a good explanation for the name. Be warned, these bars are like crack. Continue reading

QOTD: What Exactly is a Hipster?

Honest question. I don’t seem to see many where I live so I’m not sure what their distinguishing characteristics are. The fedora hat, yeah, I got that. Skinny pants, check. General air of ennui, got it. Messy hair, but not floppy (that would be emo, right?) (hahahaha emop, lol).

But after that, what am I looking for? Where do they hang out? Are there more boys and than girls? Do the two genders dress differently, or pretty much the same?

What music do they listen to?  What do they do all day? What is their dream job? Continue reading

The Only Presidential Debate Recap You’ll Need to Read

Willard Mittonicum Jackassticus Lannister Romney, Lord of the Robo-men, debated Barack Obama, President of the United States,  before a crowd of nitwits, ne’er-do-wells, Richard Dreyfus impersonators, mildly unhappy women, short-term memory loss sufferers, and a kid named Jeremy at the Manhattan Clam Chowder Institute in Montauk on Tuesday.

This was their second debate. The first debate, in Denver, was something of a disaster for Obama. Bill Clinton had given him some terrible debate advice at the previous week’s Presidential Poker Game in the White House basement rumpus room. “Before ah whupped ol’ man Bush,” the ex-president declaimed, his mouth full of ranch dip, “ah et a whole turkey. You eatcha a WHOLE turkey, right before your debate, and you’ll tan ol’ Mitty’s ass. Also, don’t wear no underwear. It’ll make ya feel looser, think better.” Clinton liked to talk like a yokel because it infuriated Jimmy Carter and threw him off his game. Obama was skeptical of the turkey plan, but Clinton’s poker advice had been spot-on. Jimmy Carter bluffed constantly, and the robot with FDR’s brain NEVER bluffed. Obama decided that maybe Clinton’s debate tips were good, too. This was a mistake. Continue reading