The Story of My Life, as told by complete strangers at the New Yorker

First, there’s this:

After a bit more blogging, I decided to become “internet famous”

On the internet, EVERYBODY knows raincoaster

And after awhile in the Internet Famous game, I decided to get a real life.

Boy, was I in for a rude surprise.

Story of my Life

Notice how the lives are getting smaller and smaller as time goes on? Eventually, I will become a pixel.

But it will be a pixel in The New Yorker!

This is a Blogathon post. Don’t just sit there, SPONSOR ME!

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Michael Jackson cause of death

When he died, Michael Jackson left the world confused, frightened, broken. And so was the world. We looked for answers, and now at last the ol’ raincoaster blog can reveal just what happened. Yes, we are about to tell you exactly how Michael Jackson died.
(stolen/adapted from Popbitch)

Farrah Fawcett

Farrah Fawcett died the same day as MJ, a few hours sooner. She reached the Pearly Gates and God was there to meet her, excitedly shoving a long-suffering St Peter out of the way to shake the hand of the blonde bombshell.

“Hi Farrah, I’m God! I’m your biggest fan!” he said, excitedly.

“Gosh, God, that’s terrific. I love my fans. Here, let me sign your toga…” she replied, whipping out a fountain pen. God giggled.

“Farrah, I’m never going to wash this toga again! You’ve made me so happy, I’d like to grant you a wish. Anything you want, just tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

“Gee, God, I guess I’d like for all the little children of the world to be safe.”

And WHAM! Just like that Michael Jackson died.

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Botox Face, by Hedda Lettuce

Yea though I walk through the valley of mashups, I shall fear no dissonance, for I have read the raincoaster blog, and I’ve seen EVERYTHING now.

Right?

Presenting, Miss Hedda Lettuce, with the greatest cover (ever so slightly adapted) of Lady Gaga’s Pokerface:

BotoxFace

via Irina Slutsky of GeekEntertainmentTV

Still not had enough? How about Kurt Cobain singing backup for…well, just watch:

via Mashable

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The Truth About Pirates

Jack Sparrow

Sadly, the truth is, none of them look like Johnny Depp; they actually look exactly like that guy that asked you for change the other day.

The Beggar by Rembrandt

Oh, and it gets worse:

Pirates vs Pirate Movies

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Creativity is hard

and, as we’ve mentioned before, underappreciated. Feel his pain: feel the unassuageable pain of the mighty T Rex:

a giant four-storey utahraptor has come out of nowhere and drenched you in sunscreen from his eyes. is this awesome? y/n

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