It was a Shebeen Club night and you’re lucky I can type at all at this point, but tonight you’re particularly fortunate in that I type to direct you over to Miss604‘s blog, where she has revealed many secrets about raincoaster. And now I sign off, before I pass out.
UPDATE: Wow, I totally tag spam when I’ve had too much to drink!
The question is, are you buying?
I forsee different target markets for these two fine celebrity products:
Clay Aiken singing angel music box
Oh Come All Ye Faithful indeed. As someone said, this is an historic occasion: the only time Clay Aiken has ever been on top of a box.
The artist’s statement:
I thought about what the average Claymate might appreciate and after careful study, concluded that most are likely to be collectors of the sort of trinkets seen advertised in the back of Ladies Home Journal. There’s a good chance many of them own unicorn figurines, music boxes, frightening dolls, Disney trinkets, or something atrocious by Thomas Kinkade.
Seems logical enough.
Now, the market for the following is rather different. Looks like ScarJo here doesn’t have the net savvy of, say, a David Hasselhoff; she’s let a mangy old cybersquatter offer her up like Miley Cyrus on a platter to the reader who can send the filthiest email. Then again: it might be the real thing. We all know how she loves her email buddies!
Scarjo is ready when you are!
Cross-posted from TeenyManolo, becuase it just may be the greatest YouTube ever recorded, including Parliamentary Chicken, the one with the mushroom people and lounge music. And that is saying something.
from Wizard Universe via Defamer
Do I need to explain why?
Seriously, though, I’d have thought he’d have been a little snappier. If he’d had to compete with all the famewhores out there stuffing their blogs with memes, he’d have stepped up his game a bit.
Check out the August 10th entry:
Drizzly. Dense mist in evening. Yellow moon.
Yeah, ACTUAL diaries are never as interesting as blogs. For one thing, fewer amusing YouTubes. The premise is, one post per day, taken straight from Orwell‘s actual diaries. If it weren’t George Fucking Orwell I wouldn’t bother, but I have faith there will be something other than a haircut blog in it eventually.
We’ve now gone a good, solid step beyond asking what happens to a blog when somebody dies (see Theresa Duncan and Olive Riley) and gone straight into blogging for the dead by proxy.
This is his best yet, although it is entirely lacking in that trademark zany WTF-ness we’ve come to know and love (?). If you’ve ever wondered what was the point of Brian Atene, grab a bottle of Coppola Rosso and watch this. And not just because he namechecked me!
Ah, he took it down AGAIN: embedding disabled by request. Oh, fine, BE that way. Here’s the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0R93KZPM7U
raincoaster 