75,000 hits in 48 hours. Not too scruffy, melad.
raincoaster is not a particular fan, but she knows a bandwagon when she sees it and will proudly jump, if it'll pimp the hits. Although Clay and Michael are donating a significant (and Beautiful Agony-dusting) helping hand today, posting Zach Braff's inaugural YouTube video before getting back to searching for old Banana Splits footage can't hurt a bit.
Thanks to Gawker for the pic of a truly masterful example of front page class. Also, love the Gawker comment alternate bubble suggestion from Steverino:
"Happy Friday, New York! Now you all have to stare uncomfortably at my bloody face sitting nonchalantly by the side of your desk all day while you work. Who has the last laugh now, bitches?! Oh yeah, just try to eat your little Thai takeout at your desk and NOT turn this paper over out of disgust. Yeah, that's what I thought, wuss."
That's right: despite (finally) breaking into the top 140,000 blogs on Technorati (of 43.6 million), raincoaster is heartlessly abandoning the inconsistent, illogical, and inaccurate Technorati rankings for a new favorite toy.
That's right. Something useful on the Huffpo. Whodathunkit, eh? But me wuvs this little tool and will abuse it daily, repeatedly, and with much affection and generous lashings of lube (gin Martinis, "for Mrs. Parker").
From Gawker:
The HuffPo’s virgin media blog Eat the Press has an entertaining new time-waster: the People Ranker, which charts the levels of buzz in the blogosphere. Just enter a string of names, and the fun little gizmo spits out popularity contest-style results. We love it — it’s so much easier to be snotty and judgmental when you have concrete data.
Yes indeedy it is. And why does raincoaster love it so much? Let's take it for a slow and careful, quarter-turn by quarter-turn spin, shall we?
Left to right:
Perez Hilton, raincoaster, Jessica Coen, Sebastian Junger, Michael Lewis
Okay, so what did we learn from yesterday's Scooby adventures? That puppy posts fucking suck for hits.
To rectify the situation:
Clay Aiken and Michael Sandecki are, reports a source I never saw or heard of before, engaged and looking to get married in California before a ban goes into effect.
Does this have anything to do with dogs? Only 50/50 since Clay got that hawt makeover. Do I think it's true? Look, regardless of any and all sterling qualities that may be possessed by Michael Sandecki possibly including the ability to execute quarter-turns, after what Clay Aiken must have learned about fandom over the past few months Aiken would have to be wall-crawlingly, moon-howlingly, alien-talkingly and officially certifiably insane to even consider marrying one of his own fans.
And I speak as a fan.
as in, after pulling the second all-nighter in 72 hours, I’m not sure which of the two of us is more pixillated: me or this ancient Scooby Doo remix video.
Ah, I can’t figure it out. But I’m not the only one with that problem, as you can see from this video of Shaggy and Scooby’s encounter with some of BC’s finest export.
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