Operation Global Media Domination: Politics Day

TIAToday, as you may have noticed, was Politics Day at the ol' raincoaster blog. And, surprisingly, I find that the only thing which out-pulls sex and/or curling (curling porn was a top search, btw) is politics. Glad I found something that did. Getting a wee bit tired of the eedjuts coming to this blog via searches for "Mango Porn."

I am indeed a famewhore of the highest order (the lower orders have to sit on the unshaded side of the temple and stick to beige robes) but even I am not gonna be rooting for more dead Canadian soldiers or pissy, self-serving and moronic Tory policies from the remarkably lifelike Stephen Harper or the remarkably simian George W. Bush. Although I do admit a peculiar fondness for the video of that funny little Chaplin impersonator and that funny Turko-American writer fellow.

Operation Global Media Domination: WTF???

Since yesterday, three links have been deleted from the list on Technorati, dropping us 200,000 places in the rankings. I just don't get that place; it's like an occult religion. Doesn't count the links I know are in place, counts certain others, pops you up or drops you down depending, I guess, on whether Mercury is in retrograde. Perhaps I should sacrifice a Microsoft employee?

Operation Global Media Domination: Gay Pirates kick Bloggers Ass

TIAThe raincoaster blog is quite proud and, in fact, almost insufferable about the fact that we have cracked the top 350,000 blogs in Technorati. If you've done better than that, we don't want to hear about it. No, really. We get all weepy and snappish when we hear about that sort of thing unless it's accompanied by a heartfelt "and let me teach you exactly how I did that" email.

PeterPan, I'm talking to you.

And while it's nice to be promoted so my stat counter starts at 30, rather than zero, there's a brief yet heart-stopping period every day when I appear to have negative readers. And we all know my readers are as positive little bundles of human sunshine as it is possible to be, right? Totally, bitches!

In a search term roundup this week, it is quite clear that Gay Pirates kick the ass of all blog-related posts. There are the classic greatest hits: mango porno, Narnia porn, and octopus sewing patterns. And curling. Lotsa curling.

Eagles are good, too. Raptors apparently rank high in the blogosphere; I can see that, you know. Winging through the sky, falling upon their prey like a thunderbolt, soaring in regal isolation, making Technorati their bitch.

Another Reason to Hate LiveJournal

Blue Kitten of Doom!They are watching.

And, apparently, selling the info. While you may think, particularly if you have any familiarity with the morass of self-cutting Angelina Jolie fans and desperate housewives who make up the bulk of LiveJournal users, that there is nothing whatsoever of value there, you'd be wrong.

Moods are worth money.

MoodViews keeps tabs on the "mood tags" Live Journal bloggers often use on approximately 150,000 diary entries every day.

The software has found that the tag "drunk" is most often used on weekends and that "lonely" and "loved" are both common on Valentine's Day, New Scientist reported this week…

But the most interesting application is MoodTeller, a program that actually predicts moods days in advance.

Eventually, businesses will be able to predict exactly when they should release a new product and political operations will be able to manipulate frightened, ignorant voters even more than they do today.

The bouncing blue kitten has much to answer for.

Today in Giant Knitted Squid News: The Great Cat Battle

Cat Squid BattleIs this truly the last thing Cthulhu sees, just before he's ripped to shreds? I thinkest so.

Knitted Giant Squid Baby Hat Instructions

Because hey, who doesn't want their baby to look as if it's being devoured by one of the Elder Gods, eh?

Note: the Giant Squid is a blogger! Who knew?

I, my Semitic friend, am a GIANT SQUID. Archteuthis archteuthis. The terrible kraken of the deep. And my axons are as thick around as the tip of one of my tentacles, or as thick perhaps as your much-vaunted opposable thumb.