Breakin' the chains of love
This week so far I’ve mortally offended a blood relation, an ex-boyfriend, and a dear friend of the family by responding to their no-doubt-heartfelt emails with this.
If you have the same kind of relatives, exes, and friends, I suggest you do the same. Lyrics (and bonus video) over the jump, and is it my imagination or does Weird Al simply continue to evolve to higher and higher planes? Eventually, we will all worship Weird Al, and we will be right to.
Julian Assange needs his personal space. About nine inches of it in fact
While there is no shortage of Assangeology on teh interwebs, this particular interview has never surfaced in the mainstream media: why would that be? Willful suppression? Court order? Self-censorship among a craven, and job-insecure group of journalistic jackals each and every one of which would tear his own grandmother’s living eyeballs out of her skull for the chance at an internship at the Grauniad?
or all of the above?
We at the ol’ raincoaster blog (four million hits! FOUR MILLION HITS! Operation Global Media Domination accepts worldwide accolades; now shut up and buy me some Champagne!) have long had an interest in Assangeology and honest reporting, and it is in furtherance of these twin goals that we present the following, excerpted from that respected media outlet, TheWashingtonFancy:
NYTimes: Why couldn’t you just let real journalists handle these leaks?
Assange: That’s a great question. Why don’t you ask all the whistleblowers.
Heather Brooks: Let’s cut to the chase, sir. Why is your hair gray? There’s been conflicting reports; one claims that it went gray after a sustained custody battle against your ex-wife and the system, while the other maintains that you had a childhood accident with a cathode-ray tube that gave you superpowers. Which is it?
That's not what the photog meant by "show us what you got"
Would you buy this edition of Playgirl?
- Yes
- No
Assange: The tube thing. Definitely.
Heather Brooks: You know I still find you incredibly sexy.
Assange: I know, Miss Brooke. Please let go of my leg.
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Guardian: What about the rumor that you’ve agreed to pose naked for Playgirl? Is this true?
Assange: What? Ridiculous. Absolutely not.
Guardian: But you agree that there exists such a thing as Playgirl Magazine? Yes or no?
Assange: Yes.
Guardian: Aha!
Now, do we have any faithful, leaky readers on staff at THAT prestigious publication?
No reason I ask.
I...what?
Car Free Day Vancouver
I understand Summer has come late to the Southlands, and that they are currently reveling in hour after hour of sunlight, near-perfect temperatures and cool, meadow-scented breezes. When this rare occurrence … um … occurs, there’s only one thing to do: ditch the vehicle and spend as much time as possible en plein air, as enthusiastically demonstrated by the hero of our little video here:
Tragically, he is stopped in his tracks by an architectural befuddlement so befuddling it has foiled such capable combatants as the Police and the Daleks! That’ll teach him to play in the shade when the sun is out!
Daleks rule the world but only on the ground level
Whut, whut? How do I cross post this to Facebook, LinkedIn, Google+, Twitter, WordPress...
Yeppers, that’s pretty much it.
Let’s do the time warp again!
Oh Julian, maybe next Christmas!
It’s about time I answered all those people asking me why I find Julian Assange so interesting. This video answers that question.
You see, it’s not actually Julian Assange I have a crush on at all: it’s Bill Hader AS Julian Assange. And no bloody wonder, eh?
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