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I’ll bet you’ve always wondered. Now, from MyConfinedSpace via Ectoplasmosis and a tipoff from dissfunktional comes photographic proof of what we at the ol’ raincoaster blog have always suspected. Paging David Icke, paging David Icke, we’re sorry about the misunderstanding…
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But a very amusing one.
Now, I like British newspapers. I particularly like British newspaper websites; sure, the design is horrifically clunky and it’s impossible to find what you want, but you often find what you actually need (hey, is that a British informatics archetype? I seem to have heard it somewhere before). Compared to the CBC, for instance, the layout of the Guardian Online is an impeccable nested article-delivery device. Why the CBC prefers to present no more than a dozen stories on one subject area at one time, no matter how many clicks you may give it, is a mystery to all but the mandarins in Ottawa and they all get the news from their servants. But that is a communications failure rant for another time.
This time, we’re talking about (aboot?) those slight idiosyncratic variations in phrasing and meaning from one continent to the next. You know, how the British sports writing is only seemingly written in English and how we in The Americas still use the word “gotten” and that sort of thing. We’re talking about the truck/lorry issue, really.
Or if we’re not, Britain must be much more lively than I’ve always heard.
We are talking about this harmless-looking article on good places for beach and snorkling holidays with good access to clubs and nightlife. Demanding people, they are. Probably expect to get Newcastle Brown there as well, but that’s beside the point.
The point is that on the front page of The Esteemed Guardian, this article is tagged with the drop-down descriptor:
Can you answer reader questions on water sports holidays?
Well, can you? I’ll start.
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What a surprising topic for our inaugural Blog Post O’ The Day! Indeed, strangeness is no stranger to the ol’ raincoaster blog which I will not link up because Technorati no longer adds status per link but rather per linking blog, so perhaps I should retain my blogging rate but do each single post in a new blog, given that the time to register a new blog is perhaps 2.5 minutes but where was I?
Oh yes. On painkillers.
No doubt the readers at Valleywag are all, like, WTF and many other TLAs besides.
Where was I? Oh yes. On painkillers.
For a blogging injury, of all things.
Imagine.
Where was I?
Oh yes, about to announce the blog post of the day, the person who said, straight or wasted, what I wish I’d said at some point and, no doubt, will do, having conveniently forgotten that I’d stolen it already.
Good artists borrow. Great artists steal.
The smug like to credit free will; the tragic blame the fates. There is a notable pattern throughout the history of writers, philosophers, and drunks. Reader: I happen to be all three.
I don’t care to choose between free will or fate. If I must dole this out to you, I choose chance…
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