Funny thing about that Avatar movie that came out recently. While I thought it had a fairly cringe-worthy script and, for the most part, rather cringe-tastic acting (not to mention an unlikeable and boastful braggart as the hero), the thing was a god damn fucking joy to watch. The visual splendor of the thing was so god-fuckin-damn impressive that I threw all of my film-school-induced bitchiness out the window and enjoyed the fuck out of the movie. This was no doubt because of the whole 3-D & IMAX aspect of my moviewatchin' experience. The shit was just god-damn-mothershittin' impressive as uncle's day in a whorehouse, you know? Because 3-D is the wave of the future.

Nobody is ever going to accuse me of being a fan of the pro-lifer’s cause. It’s not that I enjoy killing the unborn, it’s just that I’m a big supporter of giving a woman the right to choose what happens to her body. But you know something, as much as I can’t come around to the pro-life way of thinking I can, at the very least, appreciate that they have an opinion that they (hopefully) formed rationally.

Every 365 and a quarter days the people of Western civilization chuck out their old calendars, hang up new ones (preferably the Nerdcore 2010: Horror calendar), and resolve to stop fucking up their lives and start taking steps toward self-improvement. After a series of holidays that involve repeatedly gorging yourself with fatty foods, guzzling down booze, and spending wads of cash, it's not surprising to find yourself in a state of introspection during that final week of vacation, wondering why you're still fat, broke, and no better off than you were the previous year. At this point, it seems appropriate to set a few goals for yourself so that you don't find yourself in the same predicament at the end of the following year. Unfortunately, the majority of these goals end up falling by the wayside by the time summer rolls around, but occasionally one survives long enough to find itself realized, and if you never set any goals in the first place, you'll probably never achieve anything. Let's take a minute to examine a few of the more common goals people set for themselves at the beginning of each year.

I know what you're thinking . . .

You're thinking, "Damn, I wish I could live the life of a porn star." While you're sitting at work entering data into a computer, convincing customers that they really need that extended warranty, or whipping up a grande caramel macchiato, some people are getting paid to engage in copious copulation with beautiful people all day.

It's been a long day at work. You're belly is starting to grumble, and you don't have nearly enough energy to cook dinner. As you drive past a McDonald's, you think, "Damn, I could really go for a Big Mac right about now." (This wouldn't be my personal preference, but with billions and billions served, I suspect this craving is experienced by many.) The building looks suspiciously deserted, and as you pull up to the drive through window, you find it closed and obscured by a notice stating, "Closed by the US Supreme Court for distributing unhealthy products within the community."

I came across a letter by a gentleman named Frank DeFevre published on Xbiz's blog earlier this week, and while I am loathe to outright steal content from another adult-themed blog, I thought the thing was interesting. it raised a couple questions that lots of folks in this business are concerned about, and thus, I wanted to bring the discussion over here to POPPORN. Because, hey, without porno, we'd be nothing but an awesome comic-book themed blog known for it's righteous Star Wars jokes and Dark Avengers links. And who wants to read that?

As you may have noticed, we've been spending some time over the past few days discussing different news items that revolve around the topic of abortion. In fact, we've been discussing here in the office that we wanted to make this week, "Abortion Week" here at POPPORN. Not because we're insensitive to the topic but rather, no other topic save religion generates such heated debate. Thus, it's always an interesting topic to bring up.

The other day some man offered me $3000 dollars to sleep with him. Not gonna lie the thought did cross my mind but the first question I asked myself was not if I would be ok after or would I feel used. It was, I wonder if he is hot, otherwise this aint’ going to happen. This is when I realized I could never be a hooker. I’m too picky.

So apparently the supreme court of the great state of Kentucky has just struck down a law that requires sex offenders, convicted prior to the enactment of the 2006 law prohibiting them from living and working in certain areas (near schools, daycares and the like), to abide by the same set of laws restricting those convicted after the law was passed.

Being the understanding and generally magnanimous person that I am I try not to judge people when they say stupid shit. Hell, who am I kidding, I live for it. But I do try to stay away from judging beauty queens and other people of that ilk because truthfully nobody typically cares what they say anyway and because we should, by now, pretty much know going in that they are, for all intents and purposes, dumber than shit. Take for instance Dayana Mendoza. The Venezuelan and reigning Miss Universe who while visiting Guantanamo Bay courtesy of the U.S.O. remarked that it was “soooo beautiful!” “a loooot of fun!” and that she “ didn't want to leave, it was such a relaxing place, so calm and beautiful”. And those are exact fucking quotes from her blog. I couldn’t make this shit up.

Now, you're gonna have to fill me in. Are these pics old news or not? A friend sent them to me earlier this week and I loved the fuck out of 'em, but for some reason, I feel like I've seen them before.

You may not have noticed, but we recently added a few staff members to the site. One of them goes by the name Micio. We're not exactly sure where to start with this guy but his Bio sort of explains it all. The trade for him helping us work on the site was to assist him getting his, "film" made. While we honestly have no idea how we will do that, we need the design work so we'll sort that out later...so, here we give you, Micio!

I have used a baseball bat to kill an unarmed woman for her wallet. I have machete-stabbed a wounded man who was trying to crawl away from me. I have shot a groom with a high-powered rifle as he stood at his wedding altar taking his vows, and garrote wired a maid who witnessed this crime.

If you've spent any time poking around POPPORN lately, you may have come across a few comments from Butterman. He's got a lot of strong opinions, and what appears to be a fair amount of knowledge regarding the history and personnel of the adult entertainment industry, also known as "fuckmaking" or "porno". All of this would lead us to become rather staunch allies of the guy, right?

We thought so. But then he went and fucked with one of our own! This shit is ON, Butterman.

One of our most favorite people in the world is James "Two-Scene" Deen. We're not sure if it's because of his charming personality, flawless hair or his ability to drink like the old Jewish uncle we never had.

From time to time, James likes to text us late at night with his thoughts on the world in which he lives. Sure, he gets to have sex with the biggest names in porn, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have issues with the world. Remember, happiness is relative. James dropped us a note recently complaining about the abundance of exposed butt cracks in the world and it seems as tho he's simply had enough. We asked him to consider an online petition.