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SO much better than elfing yourself!
Today, thanks to PopBitch, I ran across this cute little text-to-voice synthesizer that turns your typing into an overblown, overorchestrated Barbra Streisand song: GoBarbra!
Dudes, I don’t think I’m giving away too much when I say my “raincoaster rocks” is going to OWN dancefloors around the world in a few weeks. Does anybody have DeadMau5‘ email?
REAL demons of Cthulhu would never hula-hoop in His Scaly Presence
It’s no surprise to any of our regular readers that we’re big fans of all things tentacly here on the ol’ raincoaster blog, whether they be octopoid, squidderiffic, or straight-out Cthulhoid. And why? we are constantly asked.
Because we like to be on the winning side.
The great Cthulhian Revolution has begun. He has risen. Here, direct from sunken R’lyeh in the non-Euclidian Triangle, comes startling footage of the uprising. Fighting back against the loathesome bipeds who have for too long terrorized the planet, a nameless rebel seizes first the communication channel and then the weaponry.
Iä! Iä! Cthulhu arises!
Julian Assange gets an updo!
Love the new look, baby. Don’t worry about hiding out from The Law; with a ‘do like that, ain’t nobody gonna be looking at your face anyway.
Many thanks to the lovely and apparently multi-multi-talented GDGeek, whose resume now extents past graphic design into hairdressing and even espionage (second-hand)!
And this looks like as good a time as any to get rid of another link dump. Sorry (not really) for the lack of new posts; I’ve been off speaking at WordCamp Victoria and setting up the new schedule for my social media workshops (there’s a special discount code for up to $100 off if you register by noon Monday; ie tomorrow).
Saint Bill of Murray (Lolebrity)
Michael Douglas photobomb! (raincoaster)
Julian Assange is the greatest photoshop opportunity of our time (Ayyyy)
Cheese it! That’s too expensive! (Manolofood)
Katie Holmes and the World’s Ugliest Pants (AgentBedhead)
But did he put it on her FINGER? (AmyGrindhouse)
Are We There Yet contest (BusyBeeBlogger)
Jennifer Aniston pulls a Bridget Jones (CeleBitchy)
Palin putting it around? (CelebDirtyLaundry)
I see dumb people. They don’t know they’re dumb (CelebritySmack)
Annalynne McCord gives a puppy a helping hand (CityRag)
This choice of Catwoman is nuts! (DailyStab)
You can get arrested for just acting weird? (FitFabCeleb)
Xtina is X-ed out in someone else’s bed (GirlsTalkinSmack)
P!nk is F!!!ing Perfect (HaveUHeard)
Rachel Zoe is unapologetically elasticized (INeedMyFix)
Spears for Sears? (PoorBritney)
Prince + Madonna = Tru Luv 4 eva (PopBytes)
David Spade is OLD: FACT of life (SeriouslyOMG)
Julian Assange in custody. At least Swifter let him keep his cup of cocoa.
Ante? UPPED!
When I asked Swifter if I could repurpose this from the crosstalk thread he replied:
Sure, as long as you tell people that I say it’s where he belongs. You may add whatever other commentary you wish from your own viewpoint, of course.
To which I replied, quite naturally, that my own thoughts on this image were far too kinky to post on a nice, family-friendly blog like mine. And now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s difficult to type with no hands free…
Julian is feeling a little blue today. Won't you cheer him up?
Yes, the world contains wonders. The latest marvel is this perfect gem of a book, the Julian Assange Coloring Book. Just a smidge too late for Christmas, dagnabbit! That’s the bad news: the good news is that this exists and it’s free! Download away! Or you can colour them right on the site with their charmingly primitive digital tools. If you want, you can even email your finished artwork back to the website as JPG attachments and they’ll post them in the gallery. How exciting for you, when Julian himself (oh, are we dreaming? Is it too much to imagine him at the end of a work day, exhausted, pale, just surfing the interwebs for a little entertainment on a long, lonely night in a ten-bedroom mansion in the snow-covered English countryside?
Where was I?
Right, closing the parenthetical, so here you go) when Julian Himself, I say, stumbles across your humble effort. His tired eyes open wide in surprise. He starts in his chair. A Spode cup with the dregs of cocoa in it crashes to the floor. Is this a threat? Is this a joke? Is this a ploy of some kind? but then he relaxes as he realizes that, no, there’s nothing hostile here. A smile plays across his lips, at first tenative, then coy, then satisfied, happy, in on the gentle jest. Ah, that’s better, isn’t it Julian?
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