In the fine tradition of sulz’s postcard project, we present the New York Post’s Postcard for Paris. Download it from them here, for printing and mailing fun! Up to you which still from One Night in Paris you use for the reverse.
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we’ve got mail
cross-posted from runningthroughrain
Remember sulz‘s postcard project from last month? Well, we registered right away and it’s arrived and we finally got a scan for your delectification. Yay, we’ve got a penpal in Malaysia! Unfortunately, half the text is in Malay and my Malay is just the teensiest bit rusty. Can anyone help a sister out?
The text on the reverse reads (at least I think it does: her writing is very neat but the postmark goes right over parts of it):
Helo raincoaster!
Apa khabar? Bagaimana dengan statistik blog hari ini? Ada makan sos mumbu baru-baru ini tak? =P
Terima kasih banyak-banyak kerana menyertai projek blog saya!
Dear raincoaster,
Have fun figuring that out! =)
I’ll toss in one more:
Saya harap postad ini tela meyerikan hari anda!
Which means, as far as I can make out:
Hi raincoaster, how’s it going? Are your blog stats doing well? Have you eaten any bum sauce lately? Thanks for participating in the postcard project. Now I know where you live, fool! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Upper Yankistan, here I come!
Or something like that.
You can see our post about the project here, and her original post announcing the postcard project here. Officially it’s closed, but if getting a postcard from a total stranger in a foreign country would brighten your day a little, this might be just the thing…or it might inspire you to do some postcarding of your own. sulz has used the WordPress.com contact form so that people can post their information and it remains confidential, going straight to her private email. Don’t ask people to put their addresses in your comments section, because you just never know who’s reading it; confidentiality matters.
Think about this the next time you look at your stats and see nothing but a gaggle of numbers. Each of those little blips is a person, some of them people you’ve never met (maybe ALL of them people you’ve never met), each one with a beating heart and a hope that reading your blog will inform, entertain, educate, or cheer them. Don’t be afraid to get real with them; the postcard project is a great way to start. Didn’t Griffin and Sabine start this way, after all?
New York, as seen from Canada
Wow, I think I must be related to this guy. We’re not so different after all, us Canuckistanis and you Upper Mexicans.
Karl Rove as math equation
Why not? I mean, he’s a crappy human being; maybe this is a step up for him.
From Mock, Paper, Scissors.
Boba Fett crashes wedding
In a move that simultaneously thrilled fans around the galaxy and opened up a new revenue stream for the aging actor, Jeremy Bulloch , the original Boba Fett, crashed the wedding of Rose Coe and Jonathan Wollack. Wollack, who was costumed as Boba Fett himself at the time, was a good sport about it, at least as far as we could tell under the helmet. From KnoxNews, via Fark.
When fiancee Rose Coe, dressed as Sarah from the movie “Labyrinth,” approached the altar, Wollack simply smiled. Even the gaggle of curious onlookers didn’t faze the soon-to-be husband.
Midway through the Louisville couple’s sci-fi/fantasy-themed wedding, everything changed.
Ordained minister Corey “Atim” Miller, dressed as an Imperial Officer, asked if there were any objections to the marriage. From the back of the crowd, another Boba Fett yelled, “Yes!” rushed to the stage and pushed Wollack aside.
Then, to the astonishment of Wollack and the loud cheering of Coe and the audience, the intruder lifted his helmet to reveal his true identity: Jeremy Bulloch, the actor who portrayed Boba Fett in some of the “Stars Wars” movies.
Bulloch was among the celebrities taking part in the nearby AdventureCon.
“That’s a really big deal,” Wollack said afterward, “at least to a ‘Star Wars’ fan.”
And yes, the guests were all costumed fans as well, so for once not just the bride but everyone was dressed as a virgin.














