What’s Your Roller Derby Name?

It’s kind of funny: actually those are my middle names.

Along with Danger.

breakfast of champions

My brand-new Roller Derby Name is Action DominateHer.
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White Slavery in the Twenty-First Century

If Eliza Armstrong were alive today, I know exactly what she’d be doing: running interference on her overlord’s stalker, fighting over table scraps, and contributing keyword-heavy posts on the state of the chimney sweeping industry to some faceless blog network for five bucks a post.

Oh, a blogger’s life is not all Champagne and Caviar, my friends. No, nor Skittles and Beer neither.

Alas, not even Smarties and Orange Crush, most days.

It all starts so innocently. You LiveJournal, perhaps, or you get a bit of a reputation as a Tumblr.

You see a blog job listed on MediaBistro. You think it’ll be fun. A laugh. Something you do in between vigorous rounds of Scrabulous and the performance of whatever lucrative, yet cushy, professional tasks the future holds in store for you. Someday.

As this video exposé from BarelyPolitical (via Valleywag) demonstrates, you could not be more wrong. Long hours in murky darkness, scant rations of Chex mix and RedBull ( or cheap knockoffs, if you work outside Silicon Valley), and a polyester duvet that you have to share with the owner’s poorly-housebroken bulldogs are the lot of a typical blogger.

And your overlords? Raising a toast to themselves at Balthazar.

Relativity and Seafood: An Update

That's just the steam escaping

If Einstein taught us anything, my friends, it’s that perspective is reality. Now, we’ve looked at the issue of perspective and seafood before on the ol’ raincoaster blog. Lately the meme has spread, yea even unto the highest reaches of Automattic, where Matt has examined the eternal question from the Anuran point of view.

With the passage of time often comes new angles, new viewpoints, new horizons, and raincoaster herself is not exempt from the machinations and wearings of temporal transit. Indeed, from my new vantage point as a parenting blogger, I find myself shunning the simple, yet easy and cheap, cartoons of yesteryear and engaging more authentically with photographs, as they are more accurate, indeed almost narcissistically so, representations of the real world and thus, more relevant to my more introspective, navel-gazey daily life now. No more cheap jokes with line-drawn crustaceans! No, our new standard demands more; it demands typical scenes that could be taken from my very life!

Baby Lobster, and doesn\'t she look pleased?

Quiz: are you disturbingly profound or just profoundly disturbing?

Guess which I am!!!


You Are Profoundly Disturbing


You’re weird, freaky, and maybe even a little psycho.

You aren’t just attracted to darkness – you thrive in it.

Your interests are downright creepy, and you may even lack normal human empathy.

While there’s no harm in enjoying the macabre, remember to keep your vilest thoughts to yourself!

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Control your Seafood: Cookin’ with Coolio

In a world where our most revered chef is a nattering, giggling, chainsmoking, Botox-riddled second-rate Mary Richards impersonator, it is heartening at last to find a show featuring someone so singlemindedly dedicated to the pursuit of culinary perfection. Someone for whom the mysteries of the roux are as deserving of attention as the mysteries of geopolitics, or the Dead Sea Scrolls.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present: Cookin’ With Coolio: Swashbuckling Shrimp!

Did he say “a dime bag of pepper?”

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