Labor Day, Labour Day

Labour Day isn’t just an excuse for a long weekend. The idea behind a weekend is, some people actually do work hard enough through the week that they need two days of rest at the end of it, or the value of their labour will steadily decline over a relatively short period of time.

I’m no longer (thankfully) in the group for whom that is physically true, but posting seven days a week is exhausting in several rather unexpected ways, and so I’m taking time off the blogs and will see you all on Tuesday.

Of course, quite a lot of people (most people in the US, according to several studies I’ve seen) no longer have full employment with two days off each seven; the average worker has one to three part-time jobs, and substantial difficulties synching up their days off. This, plus the outrageous protests of, say, the fruit industry that they cannot find workers (try having fewer convictions for slavery and assault, more benefits, better wages…you get the picture) to pick one at random, is proof that those battles need to be re-fought. Some day they’ll be won again.

Meanwhile, enjoy this hands across the ocean video of Billy Bragg’s “There is Power in a Union” set to a slideshow of American workers through the 20th Century.

Stolen from Cord at the very good Mollygood, and here you thought gossip blogs were all fluff!

Snarking on Sunshine

I have absolutely zero belief that posting this won’t generate blowback, but what the hell: it’s funny. And it’s not as if I don’t make fun of the non-addicted as well. We are equal-opportunity snark around these parts, I tell you.

And so we at the ol’ raincoaster blog present Allison from Intervention, remixed to her favorite tune, Walking on Sunshine which poppy summer delight will never be the same again.

via ImBringingBloggingBack

Sex Sells

The question is, are you buying?

I forsee different target markets for these two fine celebrity products:

Clay Aiken singing angel music box

Clay Aiken singing angel music box

Oh Come All Ye Faithful indeed. As someone said, this is an historic occasion: the only time Clay Aiken has ever been on top of a box.

The artist’s statement:

I thought about what the average Claymate might appreciate and after careful study, concluded that most are likely to be collectors of the sort of trinkets seen advertised in the back of Ladies Home Journal. There’s a good chance many of them own unicorn figurines, music boxes, frightening dolls, Disney trinkets, or something atrocious by Thomas Kinkade.

Seems logical enough.

Now, the market for the following is rather different. Looks like ScarJo here doesn’t have the net savvy of, say, a David Hasselhoff; she’s let a mangy old cybersquatter offer her up like Miley Cyrus on a platter to the reader who can send the filthiest email. Then again: it might be the real thing. We all know how she loves her email buddies!

Scarjo is ready when you are!

Scarjo is ready when you are!

Every Day I Write the Blog Post

and every night someone complains about it.

Nonetheless, every time someone clicks Play on this YouTube, a new blogger gets her keyboard.

It’s true. It’s a fact.

If you haven’t looked out at a crowd of your friends and family and thought, Ah, material! you’re not really a writer.

Every Day I Write the Book, by Elvis Costello

Lyrics over the jump: Continue reading

Large Hadron Rap

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this blog is rapidly becoming the world’s most concentrated source of really, really white rap videos.

Forget Vanilla Ice. Forget Snow.

I’m talking the Stephen Hawking Christmas Album. I’m talking Tea Partay. I’m talking White and Nerdy. I’m talking Death of a Fruitcake. I’m talking Ghost Whipping the Ride.

I’m talking Large Hadron Rap.

Pour out a G&T or Kir Royale for absent homies in cottage country or the Gulf Islands and enjoy.