Yeah, baby! Boneheaded spelling errors aside, this quiz has nailed it! I’m teh kewlest!
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You scored as RomulanYou Are Romulan, You enjoy structure as long as you’re on top. You sit and wait for people to tell you something. But you are very conceited. You’d rather be with yourself then with your friends, You never know when they’ll stab you in the back.
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Remember that classic phenomenon of the internets, Elf Bowling? Sure you do. If you don’t, download it from here. Be sure to get versions #1 and 2, which are the best. Skip #4 if you value your computer and your time.
Backstory: the elves go on strike. “Higher wages, lower urinals” all that kind of thing. And Santa retaliates, and retaliates hard.
Let’s see how that same premise applies to the WGA writer’s strike in a video starring Ashton Kutcher as Santa and Demi Moore as his piece of venison on the side…
via Defamer
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Note current version is Grinch Jesus, not Wizard of Oz Jesus.
Different holiday entirely!
Wow, this has got to be the bestest online toy ever invented for all your morbid theist gifting needs: the dress-up virtual Christmas crucified Jesus doll; surely just the thing for the loner who’s deep into self-flagellation, wouldn’t you say? It has that whole happy Christmas vibe, with an Eastery Jesus to dress up. Why, there’s even a snarling Grinch costume! Hours of fun for the whole dysfunctional family!
In related news, this woman has a solution to the fact that her Nativity Scene Jesus keeps going missing:
“I think I’ll nail it down.”
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They’re right, but only in certain circumstances. THIS picture, for instance, is worth a thousand words. What’s the union rate for a thousand words during the writer’s strike, though?
by Tom Burns at Threadless, via Neatorama
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My celebrity gossip blogging is catching up to me. I spend so much time reading about Lindsay Lohan‘s latest twelve-stepping breakthrough than I do reading about flaming Swedish assholes or Great Cthulhu. This, obviously, will not do.
But sometimes I do find something of moderate to severe amusement, and such is the following. For those of you who haven’t been reading People at the checkout line, Lindsay Lohan is probably the most talented of the Trainwreck Starlet Cavalcade currently lumbering through Hollywood, and probably the one with the most problems, except of course for Ms. Spears, who is in a class by herself (in so many ways). Lohan‘s father has been in and out of prison for at least a decade for a stunning variety of offences, and her mother is a notorious party cougar. Her sister is being moulded into the next sexpot, despite being 14 years old. And the boys? They’re not so pretty or potentially lucrative, so nobody cares about them.
And then there’s Perez.
Perez Hilton, the world’s most popular blogger (or, to be more specific, the author of the world’s most popular blog; everyone loves to hate Perez) was censored by YouTube yesterday, losing two of his accounts over claims he posted footage of Liza Minelli to which he did not have permission of the copyright holder. This claim appears not to be true, and his account has been reinstated, but he is, quite naturally, rather burnt about the whole experience and not thrilled with YouTube. He therefore went ahead and used a different format for his latest video about the troubled Lohan clan, a format which WP.com forbids us to use here on the ol’ raincoaster blog, but for which we have found a workaround.
We found it on YouTube.
(‘twould be amusing if he asserted copyright and got it deleted, eh?)
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