Blogathon #5: Operation Global Media Domination, the Operation Global Media Domination Situation

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note to self: remember to start every blog post with a fight.

Looking at my stats just over two hours into Blogathon, I can see that arguing with TPTB at Blogathon is perhaps the single most effective strategy which I could have employed; as I’ve said before, everyone loves a flamewar. Hits are doubling every 15 minutes. Swwwwwweeeeeeeeeetttttt.

Flamewars are, indeed, a cornerstone of Operation Global Media Domination, and we are well overdue for a good one. It seems years (well, it has been years) since that throwdown I got into with the nation of Albania. And nowadays, there are only nutters, not assholes, in the technical help forum. Fighting is a fine Canadian tradition; remember, we looted and burned the White House!

Which brings me to the quote of the day, from Paul Coelho on Twitter:

Love your enemy. But don’t forget he is not your friend.

If you would like to support my Blogathon efforts, but do not have any money, you may pick a fight with me, which will be good for hits at BOTH our blogs. Just be sure to link directly to http://raincoaster.com, and bring your A Game. No blocking, no wimping, no “the lurkers are with me!”

To the tune of “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean”:

The Lurkers support me in e-mail
They all think I’m great don’t you know.
You posters just don’t understand me
But soon you will reap what you sow.

Lurkers, lurkers, lurkers support me, you’ll see, you’ll see
Off in e-mail the lurkers support me, you’ll see.

The lurkers support me in e-mail
“So why don’t they post?” you all cry
They’re scared of your hostile intentions
They just can’t be as brave as I.

Lurkers, lurkers, lurkers support me, you’ll see, you’ll see
Off in e-mail the lurkers support me, you’ll see.

One day I’ll round up all my lurkers
We’ll have a newsgroup of our own
Without all this flak from you morons
My lurkers will post round my throne.

Lurkers, lurkers, lurkers support me, you’ll see, you’ll see
Off in e-mail the lurkers support me, you’ll see.

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the birth of a notion

Well this should get old real fast:

Fake Raincoaster. What the fuck's it LOOK like?

and another thing…

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For fans of flamewars, of which there is rumoured to be an overrepresentation around these parts although who knows, eh? the following transcripts, taken verbatim from the Twitter accounts of your fine blog hostess, mineownself, and John Berringer, will pay handsome dividends. Apologies for not threading them properly: I’m way lazy, yo. Some say these should be private messages, but since when have I ever been accused of an overabundance of … what’s the word … discretion?

For those of you who, quite sensibly, find you have quite a sufficiency of drama in your own lives without bothering your head about anybody else’s, you may click here for a random, and almost 62% likely to be aggro-free, post from the past.

And now, the transcript of raincoaster, in reverse chronological order (you might wish to read from the bottom up). At a certain point I just closed Twitter and went off and did my work; you can tell virtually the exact moment if you read his stream. His (considerably more amusing) stream is just below mine:

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and drink your milkshake, too

funny pictures of cats with captions

If at first you don’t succeed, lose your temper. Hey, it has always worked for me!

Every Day I Write the Blog Post

and every night someone complains about it.

Nonetheless, every time someone clicks Play on this YouTube, a new blogger gets her keyboard.

It’s true. It’s a fact.

If you haven’t looked out at a crowd of your friends and family and thought, Ah, material! you’re not really a writer.

Every Day I Write the Book, by Elvis Costello

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