hit me baby, one more time…with your accordion!

Looks like it’s Britney Day on the ol’ raincoaster blog. Yeah, might as well just go with it.

Rowan Lipkovits, the highly entertaining poet/singer/accordionist/comic from the Naughty Limerick Contest,  turned us on to his truly remarkable cover version of Britney‘s hit, Hit Me Baby, One More Time. And who among us would argue that the girl needs a good slap, eh? If her parents didn’t do it when she was younger, it’s about bloody time someone did.

Enjoy.

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quiz: what’s your pretentious dissertation title

Passed along by defrostindoors at Bridlepath.

The Pretentious Dissertation Title Mini-Quiz by MagnaMaxima
Username raincoaster
Your Field Philosophy
Your Dissertation’s Pretentious Title California Dreaming:
Your Dissertation’s Pretentious Subtitle The Poetics of Ugliness

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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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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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Teeny Ted from Turnip Town: the Text

Teeny Ted from Turnip Town

Click to enlarge: if only the actual book were so easy to read!

Here, ladies and gentlemen, with the permission of the publisher Robert Chaplin, is the entire text of the smallest book ever produced, Teeny Ted from Turnip Town. The book was produced in association with nanotechnologists Dr. Li Yang and Dr. Karen L. Kavanagh from Simon Fraser University, and is so small that when you look at the plain sheet of polished silicon on which it is carved, you cannot see anything but the scratches laid down by the point of a diamond so that the electron microscope can navigate. That is the huge rut in the image above; the finest scratch visible to the naked eye. The eye does not register this thirty-page book, even as a tiny speck. It is an invisibook, unless, that is, one happens to be carrying in one’s book bag a scanning electron microscope, which possibility we at the ol’ raincoaster blog are not prepared to deny on a categorical or any other basis.  We know our readers are a tricksy bunch, yo.

Teeny Ted from Turnip Town is a tale of triumph, a story of success. Ted grows the biggest turnip; Ted wins the Biggest Turnip contest.

Ah, if only life were that simple.

Chaplin points out, rightly, that we do not know the mysterious Ted‘s back story; we don’t know if he poisoned the other turnips, if he’s obsessed with size because he’s so short, or if winning the prize won him the heart of his true love. Back story be damned! Ted grows the biggest turnip, Ted wins the contest.

End of story.

The book is available from the publisher (contact him here) in a limited edition of one hundred copies, for $20,000. As it can be read only by those who can afford to have a spare scanning electron microscope lying around, price should be no object.

Suggested additional reading: Leaf by Niggle, by JRR Tolkien.

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