Some of the discussions I’ve been having recently have got me a bit touchy on certain subjects, which some of the quicker on the draw of you may have noticed. This relates to one of them, and William Powell says things so much better than I could that I figure I should just stand back and let him have at it.
From My Man Godfrey, and as true now as it was then. Skip ahead to 2:30-4:00 to watch the real fun:
Now, I don’t know about you, but we at the ol’ raincoaster blog get many, many emails daily. In fact, each of our personalities gets many, many emails daily, some from one another, so the globally-expanding raincoaster email problem is something like the Katamari Damacy of the inbox. This is partly because we are so, so very popular and partly because we superstitiously fear that, if we run out of things to read, the world will end.
And so, so as to save said world because lo, we are softies indeed, we have subscribed to a number of email newsletters. Some, such as everything from the Poynter Institute, are dry enough to take care of those pesky melting ice caps, but some, such at the one I received today, are not.
Those would be the Girly Newsletters. Your Godivas; your Agent Provocateurs.
And today, the Agent Provocateur newsletter contained some enticing sales; indeed, were I possessed of sufficient cash or credit and secure in the expectation of obtaining more of same through, say, employment or something, I would instantly have clicked through and purchased myself a spiffy set of the sexy-yet-not-vulgar Liliana or Francoise without a second thought, but alas, I am not.
Still, what caught my eye was, perhaps, not what would catch yours. Even so, there was one line in the newsletter which, I am sure, will be of as much interest to my readers as to me, regardless of their gender and/or preferences.
The Marilyn. At 70% off.
Click through and take a look at the larger image: I dunno for sure, but that looks a HELL of a lot more like 90% off to me!
Oh god. I’m so, so sorry for that one. But I had to: it was there. I’ve been hanging around FFE and Archie too much, obviously.
Here is a pretty and unaltered photo of Alaskan volcano Mount Augustine erupting on March 27, 2006.
Mount Augustine Eruption
By Cyrus Read on behalf of the AVO/USGS the via Paul LeBlanc on Twitter.
Didn’t get the pun in the title? Click here.
It was Lisanti that started it, on Twitter. Cultural phenomena used to start in Rome and were carried, over the course of years, to the outer reaches of Europe, Africa and the Middle East. Now they start on Twitter.
Sic transit Gloria I didn’t know Gloria took public transit, now where was I?
Oh yes, talking about decadence and cultural devolution and short attention spans. And Twits. Tweets. Whatevers.
@lianamaeby Have you considered the possibility that Jason Schwartzman is fucking atop your building’s dryer?
He sez. And he goes on, all unashamed-like:
It occurred to me that some of you may not be interested in who might be fucking atop @lianamaeby dryer.But I say dryer-humping is beautiful.
It is at this point that I recall hazily that it was on Lisanti‘s watch that Defamer posted the notorious Peer Pressure video. Peer Pressure? you ask, or you do if you’re not too undercaffeinated to recognize a cue when you see one. Peer Pressure, the glorious YouTube record of the Pathetic, Skeezy, Gangsta-Lite, Ottoman Gang-Banging Empire.
This:
Previously, of course, there was the brain-scarring Chachi Loves Couches incident, of which we shall not speak. It is still too painful.
And where has it gone from there? From the obviously diseased mind of a broken and twisted blogger, cast aside by Technorati and wandering now in the wilds of Tumblr, where the tumblrweeds are all following one another. Also: size queen!
Which he stole from BrianVan.
But now the meme (I said meme; shoot me if you must) has broken free of its moorings and is careening about the memosphere, infecting all in its path. First Silverstar, then Az:
Where will it end???
Boston?
Even the Germans?
This one’s for Raul
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