The "Sex in Space" episode of the series The Universe on The History Channel this Saturday, Dec 20, at 3:00 p.m. (unfortunately, the afternoon airing does not bode well for titillation):

As man moves to colonize the cosmos, the realities of sexual relationships and reproduction need to be addressed. Probe the physiological, psychological and cultural challenges of sex in space. From the sex act through birth, look at how the extreme environments of space exploration might affect copulation, conception and developing human tissues, as well as how issues around sex might impact the emotional lives of astronauts. Get to the bottom of the rumors to find out if space sex has already happened, and look at how the burgeoning space tourism business may soon lead to a boom in space sex. --The History Channel

[via BoingBoing]

An amazing "Special Comment" from Keith Olbermann last night on gay marriage.

We watched the latest episode of True Blood last night on HBO. Anna Paquin's annoying face-twitching method of acting made us almost quit the show for good, but the hilarious side plot about her brother's troubled relationship with his penis will keep us tuning in for at least another week. After the episode, we caught a promotional clip for HBO, which Ad Freak says is directed by Oscar-winning Sam Mendes. We see a couple ferociously getting it on in the bathroom of an airplane. They clean up and sneak back to their seats one at a time -- her first, then him. When he takes his seat, it's -- get this -- beside her, and their hands clasp to reveal her wedding ring.

Awwww! We totally weren't expecting that. The cliché, at least on television and in movies, is two strangers deciding to join the mile high club together. Only people who don't know each other that well could muster that kind of unbridled passion -- or so the lame conventional wisdom goes. So we were so delighted and surprised to see hot naughty sex between committed partners. Refreshing!

But wait, the promo continues and we see the exact same thing begin again: the couple ferociously getting it on in the airplane bathroom, cleaning up and sneaking back to their seats one at a time. But this time, when he takes his seat, it's beside his unsuspecting wife -- the lady in the loo is directly across the aisle from him giving him a secret, knowing side glance. Fade to black, followed by the words on the screen "There are stories... And there are HBO stories." Boooooo! Booooooooooooo!

Football season is upon us, and a recent poll found that 1 in 4 male sports fans would give up sex for a month if it meant his favorite team would win the Super Bowl. Fifteen percent said they'd give up booty for the whole season, and 11 percent said they'd remain celibate "for however long it takes." Seeing as we're both the kind of football "fans" who fast-forward through the football to see the ads on Super Bowl Sunday, we thought we'd host a different kind of poll: What TV-related cause would you be most likely to break out the chastity belt for? Cast your vote, after the jump.

Tango's excellent article "Top Eight Love Slogans That Lie" (because every kiss does not begin with Kay) got us thinking about ad slogans that aren't about sex but could be. Or should be. Here are our ten favorite...

1. A little dab'll do ya. They were talking about Brylcreem, but every time we hear this we remember it's time to stock up on lube.

2. Let your fingers do the walking. We're think we've probably co-opted this Yellow Pages slogan pretty much every time we've written about the importance of a little handwork during intercourse.

3. Breakfast of Champions. Because a high-fiber cereal like Wheaties is one of the best damn things you can do for your (anal) sex life.

Did you see Cloris Leachman on the Bob Saget roast on Comedy Central Sunday night? She was the pottiest mouth amongst a crowd of potty mouths and she was hi-larious ("I have vibrators older than most of you"). Also, she totally made out with John Stamos. Click here for the Stamos/Leachman make-out flip-book. That was more than just a fake-out kiss for TV--he held her face like a John Hughes movie kiss and we swear there was tongue. Seriously, that kiss lasted for like 10 seconds--we were totally blushing. Stamos went in for the smooch after Leachman opened her roast by saying, "I am not here to roast Bob Saget. I am here to fuck John Stamos. You heard me pretty boy, I'm going to strap on my Oscar and take you right there in that filthy beanbag chair." You hear that, Sarah Silverman? She's fucking John Stamos.