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Day of the Ninja: how to become a ninja
As we here at the ol’ raincoaster blog have noted, December 5th is the Day of the Ninja. You may wish to ninjafy yourself, or you may wish to ninja-proof yourself (as if such a thing can be done!) in preparation for the dread event.
Our sympathies, naturally, lie much more towards the Squid quadrant of the Grid of Alignment (Squid, Pirate, Ninja, Robot) than the Ninja quadrant, but we provide the following How To Become A Ninja chart as a public service to our readers.
Click to enlarge. And: Don’t say we never did nuthin for ya.
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SFW Viagra demonstration
No, really. Safe for work, even if you work in Saudi Arabia. Necessity (necessitated by strict religious laws) is the mother of invention…but who is the father? We may never know, but it’s pretty likely that he used this stuff, which is reportedly the second-best-selling pharmaceutical in Saudi Arabia.
found at Bakascorner via Finestkind Clinic and Fishmarket
Natalie Portman wants you to marry your boyfriend (updated)
UPDATED: now that’ I’ve drunk my coffee, I see I completely misinterpreted things. All corrected!)
If Natalie Portman has ever put so much as a pinkie toe wrong since she began her career at, what, 12? I certainly never heard about it.
The accent in V for Vendetta notwithstanding.
And she doesn’t even come from some fringe Yahoos For Jesus cult: she’s a good, old-fashioned Jewish girl.
So it is with relief that we read the following quote attributed to Miss P:
“I’m not convinced about marriage. Divorce is so easy, and that fact that gay people are not allowed to marry takes much of the meaning out of it. … Committing yourself to one person is sacred.”
And the future Natalie Portman Broadway musical gets moved to the fast track!
Halloween Costume of the Year
Seen at the Skytrain Halloween Party on the Broadway Station platform, about which more later…but definitely the best costume out there. More than one group of tourists wanted to get their picture taken with him, although the men generally steered clear of him and pretended he didn’t exist…as they walked slowly by, turning beet red. I told him not to gesticulate too much, for then he lumped up and looked like he was going as “And this is your poontang on HPV”.
Second best was the fellow who dressed as The Son of Man, by Rene Magritte. Apparently, the party was full of art majors, because everyone got it, unlike the time I went as the Empire State Building. You’da thought the airplane deely bobbers and the monkey around my neck would have given it away, but no. Next time I hold the Barbie Doll too.
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