What Your Socks Say About You |
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– Quite delightful – Very colorful – Known as marvelous – A zany person |
Yes. Yes, I am.
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She’s got a point
or two:
When fembots run out of bullets they’re still high calibre.
Quiz: what kind of piercing are you?
Yep, this one rings all the right bells, although we can all agree the LAST thing I need is more holes in my head.
You Are an Eyebrow Piercing |
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You cultivate the weirder sides of your personality, and you don’t mind sharing them. Ever since you were a kid, you’ve had strong opinions. You’ve never been like everyone else, and you’re okay with that. And you’ve always been able to tell people exactly what you think – even when they don’t want to hear it. You love to create, dream, imagine, and communicate. You live in your own universe. And unlike most people who live in their own little world, you’re happy to invite anyone in! |
Do the Math
Now, I don’t know about you, but we at the ol’ raincoaster blog get many, many emails daily. In fact, each of our personalities gets many, many emails daily, some from one another, so the globally-expanding raincoaster email problem is something like the Katamari Damacy of the inbox. This is partly because we are so, so very popular and partly because we superstitiously fear that, if we run out of things to read, the world will end.
And so, so as to save said world because lo, we are softies indeed, we have subscribed to a number of email newsletters. Some, such as everything from the Poynter Institute, are dry enough to take care of those pesky melting ice caps, but some, such at the one I received today, are not.
Those would be the Girly Newsletters. Your Godivas; your Agent Provocateurs.
And today, the Agent Provocateur newsletter contained some enticing sales; indeed, were I possessed of sufficient cash or credit and secure in the expectation of obtaining more of same through, say, employment or something, I would instantly have clicked through and purchased myself a spiffy set of the sexy-yet-not-vulgar Liliana or Francoise without a second thought, but alas, I am not.
Still, what caught my eye was, perhaps, not what would catch yours. Even so, there was one line in the newsletter which, I am sure, will be of as much interest to my readers as to me, regardless of their gender and/or preferences.
The Marilyn. At 70% off.
Click through and take a look at the larger image: I dunno for sure, but that looks a HELL of a lot more like 90% off to me!
The Horror! The Horror!
I cannot even hint what it was like, for it was a compound of all that is unclean, uncanny, unwelcome, abnormal, and detestable. It was the ghoulish shade of decay, antiquity, and dissolution; the putrid, dripping eidolon of unwholesome revelation, the awful baring of that which the merciful earth should always hide. God knows it was not of this world – or no longer of this world – yet to my horror I saw in its eaten-away and bone-revealing outlines a leering, abhorrent travesty on the human shape; and in its mouldy, disintegrating apparel an unspeakable quality that chilled me even more.
HP Lovecraft, The Outsider
So, today I was shopping for a bathing suit and…
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