Up On The Roof
March 18th, 2007 by 
Rory Harper
I’d like to briefly depart from my usual Sunday post traditon. We seem to have had our share of chat about drugs and Rock ‘n Roll lately. It’s time to complete the holy menage a trois. Know what I mean, nudge nudge?
I’m finding myself wanting — no, needing — to make two comments about this post, without being able to logically justify them.
First, don’t click on the pic if you’re at work. Or around children. I can’t exactly explain why, even to myself. I think there’s a metaphor or something like that, sneaking around inside this short film. Y’all know that I have problems with interpeting the delicate subtexts sometime. Whatever. It strikes me as being the naughtiest film I’ve ever seen.
Second, this post must be dedicated to Erin O’Brien. Inexplicably, her spirit suffuses the entire clip.
The main site, The First Post, has lots of other cool films, too. Some of them NSFW. I haven’t watched them all yet, but about two-thirds of the ones I’ve seen so far have made me laugh out loud.
Here’s one that might entertain my nice friend Bradley: Amateur Drummer.
And, one for The Dude: Angry Pixels.
Last, we have the web site of the creator of ‘Roof Sex’. More good, twisted stuff there.
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I don’t remember for sure, but I think I first got the link to this site from Rachael, Who Is Awesome.
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13 Comments »
March 18th, 2007 at 1:55 pm
Dude. Clearly you are not getting laid enough.
March 18th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
Come to think of it, neither am I.
March 18th, 2007 at 3:34 pm
Tragically, you are all too perceptive, Morgan.
But this one has a great element of off-kilter surprise, too, and I haven’t been surprised for a loooong time. It’s cute and innocently perverse.
Ahhhh, a return to innocence, however briefly. Refreshing.
March 18th, 2007 at 7:33 pm
This one won’t replace Ms. O’Brien’s Purrrotica link, I’m inclined to agree with your description. (Sadly, in the end of each film, a pussy gets whipped.)
March 18th, 2007 at 8:28 pm
Darling Rory,
I love you.
Yours in letters and upholstered furniture,
Mrs. Erin Elizabeth O’Brien
March 18th, 2007 at 9:23 pm
My dearest Erin,
For the rest of my life, I’ll think of you every time I see a red chair. Thoughts of unnatural, and almost certainly impossible, acts will flit through my brain.
In Scotchgarded adoration,
Rory
March 18th, 2007 at 9:36 pm
Ken said: (Sadly, in the end of each film, a pussy gets whipped.)
You’re a twisted man, Ken. I respect that.
March 18th, 2007 at 10:44 pm
The editing job on “Amateur Drummer” reminds me of this joke:
How many drummers does it take to change a light bulb?
None. We have MACHINES to do that now.
March 19th, 2007 at 8:32 am
Oh Rory,
Please, darling–don’t say Scotchgard. You know what that does to me.
Oh–let me be damned. Say it! Say it! Just say it …
I am a puddle at your feet …
March 19th, 2007 at 11:04 am
She is a puddle at your feet that is beading up instead of soaking in. Thank god for Scotchgard!
March 19th, 2007 at 11:18 am
Yes, with Scotchgard, Erin and I can practice safe… whatever the hell this is… in our affair du chair…
Brad — Yeah, the little disclaimer he does at the end, stating that he plays neither the drums nor the piano gives me hope that, if I can just edit my songs well enough, they won’t suck. It’s such a hopeful delusion.
March 19th, 2007 at 1:38 pm
Oh eff.
I cannot help myself. I am stealing this and posting it at my place. I feel somewhat entitled, seeing as it WAS dedicated to me.
Indulge me, Scotchgard me, drink me baby. After all, I’m your puddle.
March 19th, 2007 at 1:50 pm
You’re entirely and delightedly welcome to steal this post, my little comfy-chair.
EOB and the User’s Manual cross-pollinating….
The offspring will be terrifying.