mercury spill found: Voldemort sought for questioning

Killingly, you say? 

Has the bodiless villain of the Harry Potter novels crossed the Atlantic to spread death and horror on fresh turf? Could unicorns all over North America soon fear for their innocent lives? And, more importantly:

Does this mean that sexy bitch Alan Rickman is around here somewhere?

This chilling report from the aptly-named Killingly, Connecticut would lead one to believe so…

A “significant amount” of mercury from an unknown source was discovered on Putnam Road Saturday, causing an undetermined amount of soil contamination, according to the state Department of Environmental Protection.
While state environmental officials declined to discuss the possible threat to public health, mercury is a highly toxic substance known to cause a variety of health problems, such as nervous and immune system damage.

“The fact that someone could be so callous as to discard this type of material so near the Five Mile River is outrageous,” said Terry Chambers, who lives close to the contamination site and first reported the mercury. “An event like this could have environmental repercussions for the next 100 years.”

If not longer…

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quiz: what poetic form are you?

That last quiz sucked quite horribly.
On this, you see, we can agree.

This quiz is better; smarter too!
Take this one too. Tell us what’s you.
 

I’m terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.I’m rarely on my own – a wasted day
Is any day that’s spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

What Poetry Form Are You?

I totally thought I’d be cheap doggerel; that’s definitely the kind of poetry I feel like when I wake up hungover at least. First runner-up, though, was Blank Verse, and now we’re getting somewhere…

I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
I don’t know where I’m going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I’m relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn’t want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It’s not to do with laziness, as such.
It’s just that one the whole I’d rather not
Be bothered – so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.

What Poetry Form Are You?

Quiz stolen from Word Document.

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my hunch

From the twisted genius that brought the world Hinterland’s Who’s Who: The Crack Spider comes this new masterpiece, a heartwrenching ballad of juvenile tuburculosis, deformity, unrequited love, and sanctuary. All more or less to the tune of My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas. See also Alanis Morissette‘s angsty, emo effort.

lyrics over the jump…

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when parents fail: parrots!

macaw, y'allPolly want an honorary degree, consulting fee and reality show?

Well it IS the Twenty-First Century. Even parrots have gone upscale.

It seems that there’s this kid Dylan, and he was, not unlike the great Tennyson, moving forward in age while showing no respect for some of the great milestones of childhood such as learning speech. Indeed, from our vantage spot somewhat farther along in space/time, we ourselves tend to think that such activities are highly overrated; all our alter personalities agree.

So language was all like, Dylan, learn me, and Dylan was all like, talk to the Lego and his parents were all like, OMG he’s autistic! Let’s get a parrot, and that solved things.

Dylan Hargreaves, four, has severe learning difficulties and had never uttered a single word.

But after listening to macaw Barney, he can now say “Night, night”, “Dad”, “Mum”, “Ta”, “Hello” and “Bye”.

And experts think he is close to his first two-syllable word

Michelle reckons her son’s first two-syllable word will be Barney, because he loves his pet so much.

Hell-O?

Okay, so it looks like the gene pool isn’t very deep here, but what is the excuse for A) these so-called “experts” and B) the hacks at the Sun who presumably know the meaning of the word syllable?

HELLO???

Dylan, boy, when you grow up to be Poet Laureate, please remember raincoaster was in your corner back in the early days. Good luck; with a team of supporters like this, you’re going to need it.

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10 counting cat, the motion picture

From the Shebeen Club‘s April presenter, artist and publisher Robert Chaplin. This short film, based on his book 10 Counting Cat, is obviously the perfect present for your budding Goth. You can see the world’s smallest book, Teeny Ted from Turnip Town, right here on the ol’ raincoaster blog.

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