Baked Lobster Caught!

Psychadelic Lobster, Carlin CarlinusHalf-baked, anyway. I suggest a scientific name Carlin Cheechinigus, but that’s subject to (dis-) approval.

This hallucinogenic beauty was caught off the coast of Maine, so the possibility exists that he was just on his way back from a wild party on the Gaspe, which would explain why he still looks half-baked.

Although it no doubt has an ironclad alibi. It’s underage, too, as are some of its most vociferous fans. Here is the report from the Bangor newspaper:

“Dude, it’s half orange and half, like, regular color for a lobster,” exclaimed Alyssa Bonin, 12, of Webster, Mass.

Sharp eyes there, Alyssa. Maybe a little bloodshot from the sounds of things, but still, sharp.

Mills intends to keep the two-toned lobster over the winter and have him on display for educational purposes, though he has no plans to name him.

“Lobsters are interesting but not personable,” he said.

We at the raincoaster blog beg, of course, to differ. Even our on the one hand shall not know what our on the other hand is doing

The rare 1-pound crustacean, caught earlier this week in Steuben, is a genetic mutation with a two-toned shell.

One side is the usual mottled dark green. The other side is the orange-red shade of a lobster that’s already spent some time in the hot pot.

The odds of this kind of mutation occurring are very rare – something like one in 50 million to 100 million, according to oceanarium staff. The chance of finding a blue lobster is far more common, at one in a million.

“Isn’t he pretty?” Bette Spurling of Southwest Harbor cooed Thursday as she stroked the lobster’s shell to calm him down.

Now that is the proper way to treat an addled celebrity. Not at all the way Jon Stewart did with the poor, hapless and handsome Butterscotch Stallion here (heartlessly stolen from Defamer):

 

Summer’s Hottest Movie

Can’t wait. Can you?

Penguin vs Predator

From Worth 1000

Laughing Yoga

Check out Laughing Yoda here, currently standing at over 110,000 hits on YouTube. Dressed like Elizabeth Taylor at Studio 54, sounding like a cross between a bald eagle being burnt alive and that smiley guy in The Shining, the wee wonder reminds me of nothing so much as a diminutive Jedi on crack.

And ether

I know we’ve been video-heavy today, and I saw this days ago but didn’t click on it, but this is just unmissable. Really, you cannot look yourself in the face (in the mirror) as a time-waster and thoughtless pursuer of mindless amusement if you haven’t watched this video.

Once again, Perez was the source for this insanity. Blame Perez.

Bird Flu strikes Sesame Street

I guess it’s Death to Muppets Day on the ol’ raincoaster blog. Just go with it.

MP3 o’ the Day: The Rite of Exorcism

Now that’s what I call long-playing. Going since the zero-th century Daily Exorcise(BC and AD, although not AC or DC) and still popular. Here is the Catholic Rite of Exorcism, available for all your home exorcision needs.

From WFMU’s Beware of the Blog:

The Rite of Exorcism

Now that the dreaded date of 6/6/06 has passed seemingly without incident, will the apocalyptic religious hysteria (and the mockery thereof) cease?  Heavens, no!  Not if Beware of The Blog has anything to say about it.  And where would the God franchise be anyway without its archenemy and eternal whipping boy—Lucifer, the Bringer of Light?  Are we all so confident that “nothing happened” on June 6?  How could we possibly be?  Babies were born, to be sure—so we’ll see, I guess.

If, in the coming weeks, you find yourself speaking in unfamiliar, ancient tongues, exhibiting Tourette’s-like symptoms, or contorting your body in new, unusual ways (without the benefit of a Yoga class), you may in fact be in need of a ritual demonectomy—an exorcism—one of the oldest and most hushed ceremonies of the Christian church…

“Knowing when to exorcise and when to refer for psychiatric treatment is a nagging problem for priests.”  Wow.  And you thought the priesthood was a cakewalk.

The Rite of Exorcism Part the First

The Rite of Exorcism Part the Second

We assume no liability. We do, however, want to hear all about it after you try this at home. Kinda reminds me of that book “Sex for Dummies” in that Dummies, of all the people in the world, are the last ones who deserve or, for the sake of the species should be having, sex. Do-it-yourselfers, trundling happily around Rona or Home Depot or Canadian Tire, looking for calico cow stencils and whatever Debbie Travis told them to buy that day, are perhaps the last people on the planet who should be entrusted with the task of expelling demons.

They have power tools. And cow stencils. That’s all I’m saying.