The Box girls (Bex and TJ being the blog-represented among them) have come up with a rather ingenious way to get through the holiday blahs: rather than spending twenty bucks per person on a host of smaller presents for one another, they're pooling the funds and going Christmas sex-toy shopping at Come As You Are. Clearly, I live in the wrong household. (I mean, no downwards on Chris and Brandy, but 3QF ain't takin' CAYA anytime soon.)

The list of CAYA toys I could populate my tickle trunk with (well it's more of a tickle drawer right now) is as long as my... erm... right foreleg, but the big discovery of the past month came when Matty Price stumbled across the Liberator Shapes Bedroom Adventure Gear web site. Sex furniture. Seems so obvious, and yet. (Tell me that the Wedge wouldn't come in handy in just about any household.) Still, the furniture is just the warm-up act to the real stroke of genius: the line of portable, moisture-barriered throws for use in protecting furniture from fluid spillage. I mean, come the fuck on. (Literally.) How has nobody thought of this before? Just whip one into your kit, and bingo: sex anywhere, anytime. No more embarassing guest-room morning-afters. No more naughty rearranging of couch-cushions to conceal the unexpected tryst. Period sex unbound by the laws of stainage. It's a brave new world.

Between that and the iBuzz I'd say we're doing pretty spectacularly here, folks. Who wants to start a revolution?