okay, so now I’m paranoid

TIAThis Monday I found out that, while I was out in Surrey at the Conference, I had been used as a guinea pig in a bold and transformative experiment…

without my permission.

You can imagine how I feel about that.

You’d be wrong.

I can’t say I felt quite normal all weekend: for one thing, I was awake at seven-thirty or eight each morning. Or, okay, eight-twenty the day I accidentally switched my alarm ringer to “silent” (what the hell kinda option is that for an alarm, I ask you???). Still, there was coffee there and I managed to feed myself through a combination of cold, hard cash and making myself useful to the Board members, who plied me with oat cakes, fruit roll-ups, and a whopping big plate of mediocre buffet food on one glorious occasion.

Hey, at least the pasta salad is always a safe choice.

For another, I came down with the cold/flu bug that’s going around. So I was not quite feeling myself; still, it’s traditional that when the rains come so do the germs. I’ll get a hot water bottle and some advil and I’ll live.

I managed to struggle home and blog on Monday, whereupon I checked stats (I know: how unthinkable is that, eh? Me checking stats) and I found a whole raging snotload of hits from some WordPress official page called Trick or Treat.

I could not recall having posted to such a page, so I had no idea why 90-some-odd people were coming to my blog through a link there, so of course I figured I’d go and check it out.

I also noticed a simple comment: HA! from some guy named Andy. Turns out Andy is … hmmmm, if not exactly Mr. WordPress the way the dad was Mr. Brady, he’s one of the handful of wee Wordpressers; in other words, he’s living in the big house and closer to Mr. WordPress than Cousin Oliver: perhaps think of him as Greg. What weirds me out, though, is that he’s just left another comment: what has he done THIS TIME???

FYI: I’d like a small island in the South Pacific

So here I am adding to my scrapbook collection of Inet superstars: Xeni down, Andy down, Scoble, you’re next!

But what does this mean? you’re probably asking, and not for the first or last time on this blog, let me tell you.

WordPress gave me a pressie: in fact, they gave me a promotion. I am now the proud owner of www.raincoaster.com, and this is it.

Yep, WordPress just up and gave me my own domain, which is more than years of Machiavellian efforts on my own behalf have been able to do, let me tell you.

The view is more beautiful now that it is mine.

Ia! Ia! Toyota fhtagn!

Cthulhu fhtagn, Toyota fhtagn! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Prius Tokyo wgah’nagl fhtagn!
Honda r’gnah sukit!

don’t be a douche: listen to Jack Black

via BoingBoing. Jack Black, international rock god, movie idol, and philosopher, wants to stamp out piracy, and he’s sending us this message in the form of an embeddable YouTube vid with a copyright notice and the cover of his latest album one sheet for his new Tenacious D movie. Hmmmmmm…

Bush: Did I say stay the course? I meant weasel out of it…

Isn't he pretty?You can’t lie to my Georgie and get away with it, nosir! Think Progress, via Fark, busts Bush‘s big lie wide open, with footnotes, video, a transcript, and a timeline.

George R. Stephanopoulos pwns George W. Bush.

STEPHANOPOULOS: James Baker says that he’s looking for something between “cut and run” and “stay the course.”

BUSH: Well, hey, listen, we’ve never been “stay the course,” George. We have been — we will complete the mission, we will do our job, and help achieve the goal, but we’re constantly adjusting to tactics. Constantly.

If not to reality.

oh! the huge manatee!

manatee or deep one? 

Sorry, had to.

More sea-critter news today; it must be some wetlands Walpurgis excitement causing them to bust out all over the raincoaster blog. Nonetheless, weird, eh?

“I was just sitting on the barge and this half a Lord of Yha-nthleimountain, half a car just floated right by,” Jackson says.

It is no mountain, or car. “Long head, knots all over. Thought it was an alligator or crocodile,” Peeples says. It’s the kind of thing you just have to see to believe… A manatee swimming in the fresh waters of the Wolf River Harbor on Mud Island. “I couldn’t do anything for about 15 minutes. (Reporter) Scary? (Jackson) Scary,” Jackson says.

The aberrant Mississippi Manatee could be nothing more than a slightly confused Global Warming victim in search of new sea grasses to munch and some soothing steel GIT-tar. On the other hand, it could be just the outrider for an invasion from Y’ha-nthlei.

We distort: you deride.

Seriously, you want to be taking those glasses off any time now