Well after all that, Revver allows embedding. Too bad WordPress doesn’t allow it, or I’d post the “approved by producers” version here. All I can do instead is link to it on Raj’s blog here.
For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s a video by two mad scientist types (one is allegedly a mad lawyer/scientist!) of a frolicing fiesta of fountains of diet coke and mentos.
Enjoy. And if you figure out how to embed it in a wordpress blog, let me know.
It seems nobody cares if Harry Potter is dead. Nobody but the BBC, that is, which commented on my post about the story in the Guardian. The BBC is trawling my blog for readers: while I am somewhat stunned at this micro-, nay, nanomanagement, I’m okay with it if they’ll only give me the linkie luv. Translation: they don’t allow you to leave the URL of your blog your signature, ie like this: raincoaster. Frightfully Web 1.0 of them.
In other OGMD news, the Mento and Diet Coke Fountain Madness is dying out as those mad scientists lay the smackdown on YouTube and the video has been kaput for a week now, after nicely threatening the existence of my blog. I wonder how long you have to respond to those threats before the powers that be nuke the blog. Could be tricky, as I do not actually have electricity at home at the moment.
And although for the past several days it’s been beating the coprophilia out of the Beautiful Agony post, today nobody is interested in Watching the World Cup For Free. Is it over or something?
I only care about the Stanley Cup, yo. Do they even have ice in Carolina?
Just ask JK Rowling.
“One character got a reprieve, but I have to say
two die that I did not intend to die.”
“They don’t target extras do they? They go for the main characters. Well I do.” In a phrase sure to be closely analysed by the legions of visitors to Harry Potter fansites that deconstruct the author’s every word, she said she empathised with Agatha Christie, who killed off her detective Hercule Poirot so that other writers would not be able to continue his stories after her death.
“I’ve never been tempted to kill him [Harry] off before the end of book seven, because I always planned seven books and that’s where I want to go,” she said.
“I can completely understand, however, the mentality of an author who thinks ‘Well, I’m going to kill them off because that means there can be no non-author-written sequels … so it will end with me, and after I’m dead and gone they won’t be able to bring back the character‘.”
The Guardian has got themselves quite a scoop with that one. Legions of Hermiowanabees will be crying into their butterbeer tonight.
And a few Rons and Dracos as well.
from Raj, who probably had no idea I’d load it on Youtube. But there ya go; live and learn (to cross me off your forward lists).
Canadian Rock: Bigger! Harder! Boozier!
Meanspirited, isolated, smartassed, underachieving, two-thirds robotic and one-third underemployed, the stars of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 are the Platonic ideal of Generation Xers.
Let's watch as they teach us how to sell Chevys door-to-door:
and possibly the most infamous clip of all, Mister B Natural.
Part One.
"Is that Liberace's mom?"
And Part Two.
"Oscar Wilde only wishes he was this gay."
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