Pretty simple, when you think about it. Look again: that isn’t really Disneyland, but those are really breasts.
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Category Archives: Humour
the Unbearable Lightness of Sunday Afternoon
So it’s Sunday afternoon, the sun is shining (for once), the birds are singing, all my work is done for the week, and I can’t think of a single damn thing to do. Not one.
So here is a YouTube of Brian Atene philosophizing about prunes, CS Lewis, and social media. It takes awhile to get to the payoff, but it’s there, trust me.
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Control Space and Time
So.
Here it is, 7:53pm and I’m finally ready to experience the Kentucky Derby.
Here’s the thing: I was teaching till mid-afternoon. I knew, if I pushed it, that I could get home in time to watch the Derby live via webcast. I mean, I have no idea if there’s an authorized webcast, but if there isn’t there’s a guy streaming it to YouTube as it happens anyway, so there. And I figured that, of the many, many livecasts that would take place, at least some of them would still be around when I got around to getting there.
You see?
So, there I was in class, and there class was, dismissed, and there I sat and sat and sat, for lo, the woman with the keys failed to manifest until I called her at home and got her to trundle down and lock the door behind me some measurable length of time after class ended, so I’ve had a merry afternoon of posting to the forum, answering email, and playing Garbage really, really loudly.
And there are few better ways to spend an afternoon, actually.
But. At some point I got home and started anticipating the Kentucky Derby, which was over by that point. At first, I was sad, because it was already over; then I realized it was only over as far as millions of strangers were concerned, but not for me. And I’m an eogist egoist. And, apparently, a drunk.
For me, the derby won’t be over till I’ve seen it. And commented on my homies’ blogs: with-malice and theaspiringhorseplayer.
And so, with that in mind, I’ve been tanking up on the Mint Juleps and posting to the technical forum (apparently i develop a fondness for the term ‘sweetie’ when I am being both condescending and drunk) until I’m good and ready to watch the race.
Which I shall do now.
London Calling
Hello to my funnily-accented friends from various quaint backwaters across the Pond.
I understand that congratulations are in order for the multi-ethnic immigrant underdog Al Kemal, new Grand High Vizier of Londonistan.
Yes, the long shot has triumphed over the Career Bureaucrat, despite a few false starts and a campaign website optimized for and displaying correctly on no browser known to science or religion. We at the ol’ raincoaster blog are vastly relieved to be on the other side of the planet, well away from the anticipated violently uncontrollable celebrations of the cricket louts, the derby-topped swarms of bankers lumbering down sidewalks high on Earl Grey and looking for trouble, and of course the looming presence of his old homies in the Bullingdon Crips, who will now become quite impossible to deal with on a reasonable level. One of the most cosmopolitan cities in the world will be under the ruthless control of a small, formerly marginalized group of cronies whose life experiences fall so far outside the norm as to constitute positive aberration.
The hordes have already destroyed Boris’ website (which has crashed) and so the mob furls their umbrellas and moves on to Boriswatch.
Smashing.
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Anita Loos on the Zeta Male
I once witnessed more ardent emotions between men at an Elks’ Rally in Pasadena
than they could ever have felt for the type of woman available to an Elk.
Anita Loos
raincoaster 