Still Dreaming about a childhood flower

As they shouted out with glee,

"Unholy Drink Cloaca

on survival

So for anyone not in the know, the Japanese government decided to fight perversion with censorship.

Specifically you weren't allowed to draw penises.

So they drew things that WEREN'T penises instead. Like tentacles. Fast forward to today and tentacle porn is an entire standalone genre with thousands upon thousands of examples and enjoyers.

The attempt at censorship did not quell perversion, it only caused it to mutate.

And now I'm thinking about tumblr's decision to ban porn and of all the people leaving captions under videos of heavy machinery and industrial accidents like "I need someone to do this to me" and "this wouldn't fix me but it would help" or "everything reminds me of her"

All this to say that without porn on Tumblr

wendigilly has it but its the shitty 2003 dubbed re-release edition that changed half the score and legitimately just, butchered half of the iconic scenes in the film to make it "more appealing to a broader audience." half of it was straight up censorship (Katya's garters, the shot of the razor at the beginning of the opening, the part with the ashtray, the dialogue at the end of the balcony scene) but half of it was just bizarre (changing the name of the laundromat, changing rosemary to fennel in the balcony scene dialogue even though YOU CAN STILL SEE ON THE SCREEN THAT IT'S ROSEMARY, whatever the FUCK was going on with that cgi dog, you know the one)

that's why it annoys me so much when that fuckin grandfather clock appears in Goncharov edits, THAT WASN'T EVEN IN THE ORIGINAL FILM, they edited the shot of the grandfather clock in over the final few seconds of the mirror scene because they decided emilio kissing the fingers of the severed hand and,, doing That was "gratuitous" and "disturbing"

first, an alternative to the doorbell:

We cut the bell away, attached a spring to the wire and to this another piece of wire, which had a block of wood fastened to one end and the whole was so contrived that the least pull of the bell handle at the door woudl send the block of wood with a dull, heavy, thud, to the floor of the room and the ... vibration it caused never failed to attract our attention.

but the one that brought tears of laughter to my eyes was this alternative to an alarm clock:

We had one [alarm for waking deaf sleepers] in our house ... for a long time and it always worked perfectly. The simplest is a cord attached to teh alarm wheel of a clock, passing from the drum to a point in the cieling over the head of the bed, where a small spring or trap is fixed with a little wire, upon which a pillow or cushion can be hung. The alarm being set at the desired hour, when it strikes, the drum winds up the cord and the pillow ... drops upon the sleeper, who is aroused thereby.