Not that I’m entirely sure pugs are dogs. They think they’re fucking lions, just ask them.
Or don’t. Because this is what happens when you do that.
If we could only weaponize them, we could finally have a way to defeat the Chihuahua Army on their own turf!
Short Attention Span Lemur presents: your Occupy Unicorn Chaser!
A day late and $75 billion short on your Unicorn Chaser good news roundup. After what went down last night in Oakland, I think we could all use a Unicorn Chaser, and the sooner the better.
What went down in Oakland, did I hear you ask? This:
But hey, cheer up!
Occupy Rockettes. If Michael Lohan can do it, you can too!
There! All better! Not quite?
Occu-Pumpkin to be turned into Occu-pie!
Now?
Well, I didn’t want to bring out the heavy artillery, but okay. Here goes. Be careful: better sit down for this.
Parental Eagle is not so much angry as disappointed in you
Time to take a trip in the wayback machine, as well as the puddle jumper! These are some shots I took in June at Pat’s Bay on Vancouver Island, more formally known as Patricia Bay, which is doubtless how it was introduced to the Royals. It is, by the way, a $40 cab ride from downtown Victoria, although thanks to faithful charioteer WestcoastDave on Twitter, I didn’t have to pay.
Ah, social media, you spoil me.
I didn’t even have to pay for the plane ride home on Saltspring Air, thanks to the organizers of Social Media Camp! Since I grew up in planes, I was looking forward to this flight: a true puddle-jump from Pat Bay to one of the Gulf Islands, and then to Coal Harbour in Vancouver, from which I could and did walk home. Nothing like living right downtown! Not only that, but they promised me the handsome ex-Olympian who was also the most polite pilot in Canada. Our pilot was indeed handsome and polite, but as to Olympian histories, well, I thought it was too personal a question to ask. And possibly painful. I mean, what if the answer was, “No, actually my bobsled team was knocked out in the semi-finals and my whole life since then has been a slow, downward spiral, like some tragicomic Bruce Springsteen song.”
Incidentally, the plane we flew in was a 1956 DeHavilland Beaver, a plane of which Canuckistan can be justly proud. I’m thinking Hummingbird604‘s flight home must be the first and only time he spent that long in a beaver.
But there are some good reasons to get out of The Big Smoke occasionally. I think I caught most of them in these pictures.
Southeast Asian Sea Life: Memorize and BE PREPARED
I hope that clears up any confusion about spotting the mimic octopus in the wild. Simply put: you can’t.
If you wonder, on occasion, why this blog is quite so tentactular, think about this; the Mimic Octopus was discovered in 1998 off the coast of Sulawesi. In 1997 I was swimming in the ocean off the coast of Sulawesi and THESE THINGS WERE DOWN THERE, probably looking like other things or like no things at all but they were DOWN THERE THE WHOLE TIME BEING STEALTHY AND WE DIDN’T KNOW IT.
Goddam.
Seriously, this is why I don’t swim anymore. Who needs aliens when we have cephalopods?
Steampunk Stainless Steel Cthulhu is my spirit animal
Okay, technically this is a GPOYSA, gratuitous photo of your spirit animal. I think finally, after a lengthy search with candidates as impressive (and bizarre) as Sexually Oblivious Rhino, Courage Wolf, Greek Riot Dog, the raven, and a carnival Carousel, we finally have a winner.
Unless…
Yes. Yes. Looking over all 4178 posts and an estimated 1,044,500 words here on the ol’ raincoaster blog, it seems we have a strong rival to the Stainless Steel Squid here: the Oxford Comma.
The Oxford, Comma
From TheDailyWhat:
Who gives a f*ck about an Oxford comma? Not Oxford University’s branding style guide, which instructs its readers thus:
As a general rule, do not use the serial/Oxford comma: so write ‘a, b and c’ not ‘a, b, and c’.
It should be noted that an exception has been made for sentences where an Oxford comma would “assist in the meaning of the sentence or helps to resolve ambiguity,” such as when “one of the items in the list is already joined by ‘and’.”
So, that clears that right up, then. What, Ever. Any fool can SEE I am in love with this thing. SAVE THE OXFORD, COMMA! I’m a sucker for lost causes.
Help me out here, people.
