quiz: what flavour Margarita are you?

This works. And why does it work? Because I’d never order any other kind of Margarita, of course! Because I am over 16.

It came to pass that one middle of the afternoon I was at Chez Jay’s, a very cool restaurant at the Santa Monica/Venice Beach border, with my two friends, killing time before flying back home. It was, if memory serves, the very day that Janet Jackson suffered her “wardrobe malfunction” and thus, the kitchen had been shut down in anticipation thereof, for very it is a fact well-known among the wise that cooks all have the Second Sight.

And it so happened that each of my friends ordered a diet Coke.

And I ordered, “A double Sauza Conmemorativo Margarita, on the rocks.”

And the waiter said, “At least you’re fun!”


You Are a Lime Margarita


Realistic and grounded, you have the energy to tackle any obstacle that stands in your way.

Hyper and driven, you despise lazy behavior of all kinds… especially lazy drunks too tired to dance!

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National Cleavage Day

That caught your attention, didn’t it?

Well, yesterday really was National Cleavage Day in South Africa, presumably the only podunk nation/state that Wonderbra could talk into this pulchritudinous publicity stunt. Which is not to say we look upon it as a cynically synthetic corporate holiday (although we do) but rather to say we think that Wonderbra is picking a nation that needs all the help it can get, seriously.

When was the last time you heard of a Playboy Bunny from South Africa? Come on, try. And have you eyeballed Winnie Mandela? The woman’s waist outmeasures her boobage by nearly two to one. I know middle-aged basement-dwelling geeks who have three cup sizes on her, and they’re men!

Speaking of which, it’s time to address the sexism inherent in a National Cleavage Day which includes only potential consumers of the Wonderbra. Surely we should, in the name of fairness, open it up to potential consumers of the Brossiere as well. And among those, there is one clear winner.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen and those of both genders who are less than ladylike or gentlemanly, the best chest in the world belongs to one person, and one person only, and that person does not use a Wonderbra.

Hugh Jackman, the perfect chest

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quiz: what would your body taste like to a cannibal?

Seriously, what does a woman have to do to get eaten around here? I consider this brand-building at its most primitive. Now that I think of it, I should have hacked it to say “beer” instead.

What would you taste like to a cannibal?

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Quiz: what kind of boots are you?

All of this works, every single bit of it. And, in fact, I’m saving up for some cowboy boots, right after I’ve saved enough for some Fluevog boots. And, given that the Co-op just discovered that I’d overpaid my housing charges last year and charged me only $26 for a full month’s occupancy, I figure I’m getting closer by the day.


You Are Cowboy Boots


You are incredibly down to earth and happy with yourself. You don’t pretend to be someone else.

You also tend to be very practical. You don’t really have a lot of room for fluff in your life.

You are a very honest and direct person. You will give anyone a straight answer, even if it’s a bit uncomfortable.

While you’re quite sensible, you always like a little bit of flash in your life. You don’t overdo it, but you do like turning heads.

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Quantum of Dynamite trailer

Easily the most hotly-anticipated film of 2009, and potentially the most explosive spy thriller of all time, the tsunami of testosterone which is Quantum of Dynamite is the tentpole holding up the hopes of an entire industry. If it succeeds, it will take entertainment itself to a new level. If it fails, all of the major studios, who collectively have invested over three hundred quintillionbillion dollars in the extravagant production, will be sold to roving gangs of Uzbek pawnbrokers, to be broken up and sold for scrap in the bazaars of the former Silk Road breakaway republics (Sharmuzistan, Szatinia, Kraypistan, and Georgette).

We at the ol’ raincoaster blog have obtained a worldwide exclusive, procured at great personal cost (I know it was only one child, but everyone loves their eldest, don’t they?) an exclusive print of the fabled trailer for this monumental motion picture. Pour yourself a chocolate milk, shaken, not stirred, and settle down to watch the film that is to change the entertainment industry forever: