From the same NORFANZ expedition as yesterday’s very attractive Mr Blobby photo. But as always, Squid is exquisitely beautiful while comparatively speaking the other sea creatures resemble nothing so much as a bloated and lethargic 45-year-old Kevin Federline. Who needs neon when they have Firefly Squid, eh? Can’t you imagine a party at the Aquarium beside a wall tank of Squid? Ah, better than a disco ball!
If you can’t see the words SPOILER ALERT don’t blame me for what happens. If you do not already know this movie, do not watch this. I’m serious.
TOTAL, TOTAL SPOILER ALERT, DUDES!!!
BEEP! BEEP!
SPOILER ALERT!!!
IF YOU DON’T WANT SPOILERS DO NOT CLICK ON THIS, DO NOT MOVE FORWARD, DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT FOLD, SPINDLE OR MUTILATE
via Fark. How did this piece of unrestrained glam rock Boraticism and bad Engerish escape me for this long? Long live Molvania!
Hey baby, wake up from your asleep.
We have arrived on to the future and the whole world is become…
Electronik, supersonik. Supersonik, electronik.
Hey baby, ride with me away.
We doesn’t have much time.
My blue jeans is tight,
So on to my love rocket climb.
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel but love,
Above us, there is nothing above
But the stars above.
All systems gone, prepare for downcount!
5
4
3
1!
Offblast!
Fly away in my space rocket.
You no need put money in my pocket.
The door is closed I just lock it.
(Hah!) I put my spark plug in your socket (Hah! Ha ha hah!)
The sun in sky is bright like fire!
You and me gets higher and higher.
Heart of communication fire!
Only thing can stop us is flat tire.
(Hah! Hah! Ha ha hah!)
Hey love crusader, I want to be your space invader.
For you I will descend the deepest moon crater.
I is most stronger than darth vapor.
Obey me, I is your new dictator.
For you is Venus, I am Mars.
With you I is more richer than all the czars.
Make a wishes on a shooting stars, then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars!
Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your beltseats.
We has commenced our descent.
I trust you enjoy this flight as much as you enjoy this accent.
Now, back on earth, is time for down splash.
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash.
People have arrived for to cheer me from near and far.
And as I bloat, I open door and shout:
I am world’s biggest washed-up superstar!
(Supersonik, electronik)
As for sure as the sun rises in the west, of all the singers and poets on earth, I am the bestest.
Come, let me put ring of jupiter on your finger.
Then, like a smell around you, I will forever linger.
Okay, is time for end, no more will I sang.
Let me take you back in time, I want for you to experience big bang.
Long live space race, long live Molvania.
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via Former Frontier Editor: Jackie Mason is speaking:
Frank Sinatra saved my life.
One night at the Sands, four guys started beating and kicking me within an inch of my life. Just when I thought I was going to die, Frank walks by and says,
“That’s enough, boys.”
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Boredom and aesthetic revulsion.
I mean look at this site! Those social bookmarking links work like a charm; not only have I gotten Digged (Dug?) and Stumbled several times (gee, sounds like typical Saturday night round these parts, actually) I’ve gotten on several news services I ain’t never heered of. Of which I ain’t never heered.
We’re extremely correct here on the ol’ raincoaster blog, yo.
But as I was saying, those blogs are a PIA to format and paste in every damn time, easily adding 15 tedious minutes to the posting process, 15 minutes that could be better spent leaving snarky comments asking whether the Gawker Twin Hermiones really think tedious didacticism is the future of blogging, or whether Boris Johnson is ever going to answer my question…despite the meaninglessness of those activities, they’re still more laden with numinosity than formatting social bookmark links.
Besides which, I’m not sure they all work. Do let me know; what’s the point of famewhoring inefficiently?
At some point I suppose I’ll become technologically sophisticated enough to steal some buttons for the links, but until that happy day this blog is going to look like a desperate, clawing catfight of text-based famewhoring. I’m not sure even I think that’s worth it.
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