Category Archives: Blogathon

Mugshot of the Day

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I am unsure whether this is some new emo style thing or whether this woman designs connect-the-dots puzzles for a living and just! cant’! stop! working!

In either case, this is unquestionably the best mugshot of the day. This is the kind of picture that Johnny Depp flips through Match.com to find, you just know it.

emo mugshot

emo mugshot

Before you click over to DListed and TheSmokingGun to find out what she was arrested for, how about putting your guesses down in the comments section? I say she’s a Latvian mail order bride, arrested for murdering her 18-year-old, mother’s basement-dwelling husband with one of his own collector’s Civil War rifles.

This is a Blogathon post. Don’t just sit there, SPONSOR ME!

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Blogathon Post Number Have I Lost Count ALREADY? Yes, Yes I Have.

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The fabulous Eustace Tilley makeover post is up over at the Shebeen Club. YOU try maintaining this many blogs and see how sane you end up. There, that should cover pretty much any madness I come up with for the next six months. Right? AMIRITE?

quiz: what frozen treat are you? what shorts are you?

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Ah, I knew it wouldn’t be long till I busted out the Blogthings. I’ve been slaving away since 6:23 am without food…can’t…blog… much … lon  …  ger.


You Are an Ice Cream Sandwich


You are well grounded, reliable, and very balanced.

You love to work hard, but you also know how to take it easy.

People might be surprised to know you have a very goofy side to you.

You like to let loose and have fun. You just don’t let yourself go too crazy!
Also: I am SO FUCKING NOT an ice-cream sandwich! I am a root beer popsicle, and don’t you mofos forget it!

Now THIS is more like it:


You Are Short Shorts


You are a very independent person. Even if you’re not breaking the rules, you’re at least trying to bend them.

You dare to be different, and you tend to be on the leading edge of trends. You make bold choices.

You are super sexy, even when you’re not trying to be. Something about you is naturally seductive.

You can’t help but be a little vain. You love what you’ve got.

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Michael Jackson cause of death

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When he died, Michael Jackson left the world confused, frightened, broken. And so was the world. We looked for answers, and now at last the ol’ raincoaster blog can reveal just what happened. Yes, we are about to tell you exactly how Michael Jackson died.
(stolen/adapted from Popbitch)

Farrah Fawcett

Farrah Fawcett died the same day as MJ, a few hours sooner. She reached the Pearly Gates and God was there to meet her, excitedly shoving a long-suffering St Peter out of the way to shake the hand of the blonde bombshell.

“Hi Farrah, I’m God! I’m your biggest fan!” he said, excitedly.

“Gosh, God, that’s terrific. I love my fans. Here, let me sign your toga…” she replied, whipping out a fountain pen. God giggled.

“Farrah, I’m never going to wash this toga again! You’ve made me so happy, I’d like to grant you a wish. Anything you want, just tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

“Gee, God, I guess I’d like for all the little children of the world to be safe.”

And WHAM! Just like that Michael Jackson died.

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Blogathon #7: How blogs were invented

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Seriously, I have it on GOOD authority that this is JUST how it went down:

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