Stolen from April Winchell, but in the true spirit of raincoaster, from me to you: won’t you be my Balentine?
Stolen from April Winchell, but in the true spirit of raincoaster, from me to you: won’t you be my Balentine?
Because it is late/early and I have been up for 30 straight hours and I am somewhat punchy (and, you might have noticed, somewhat crabby lately), I am going to do a lightning round of Operation Global Media Domination.
Look at the searches that brought people to my blog! Mother would be so proud:
Search Engine Terms
These are terms people used to find your blog.
Today
Search Views my first cthulhu 1 what does a classy whore look like 1 ovaltine shirts 1 britney spears handwriting 1 goatse 1 fairy 1 Yesterday
And, yay, I got in the Vancouver Sun’s Digital Life blog with Fearless City. A couple of times, actually, but I’m too lazy/tired to find the Wordcamp Whistler entry. Oh, here I am; wow, even I am impressed my self-promotional instincts outrank my instinct for sleep right now.
What could be more perfect? It’s Christian Bale‘s pottymouthed rant from last summer, remixed and set to a bouncy dance beat. Positively Beyonce-worthy! Click and enjoy, but make sure your boss is either not around or stone deaf first!
via thelondonblog
If, by chance, you can’t stop till you get enough, there’s another one with original lyrics at HolyMoly.