Two more in the series of Why I Don’t Swim in the Ocean. I would, if I could convince a pair of divers to swim below me at all times. Watch these videos and you’ll see why.
The Octopus
and
The Mantis Shrimp, ancestor to all clowns. Have a good time trying to sleep tonight.
Enjoy your next swim!
h/t Griffin Boyce
I have, for some time, suspected that my bucket list might differ substantially from those of other, lesser mortals. A swift peruse through the Bucket List tag on WordPress confirms this.
AIM HIGHER PEOPLE!
I have no idea whether or not you have the capability to achieve higher aims, but just reading “go to Six Flags” umpteen times is fucking depressing, okay? AIM HIGHER. For me.
And now to my bucket list:
Well, this should end well.
Flounce Bingo, the national game of the Internet
There are some people the internet will miss, and me as well. And then there are some who…well…
So, I’m an admin in a hacker group on Facebook. This is challenging enough with people who are real, rather than made-up personas, and who speak English rather than some garbled patois known only to troll forums, intelligible only to RealGirls and other similarly mentally-challenged persons or entities. But not everyone who is there is real, sane, fluent in English, or respectful of boundaries.
Since I am identifiably and undeniably female on Facebook, those persons feel that I must be the most welcoming, friendly, helpful, and empathic admin.
This is a mistake.
Here is one of them. Let’s mock him, shall we?
Via completely, utterly unsolicited private message on Facebook:
Am sorry for asking dude, but Did this Edward have a security Guards? If he not, I thinks I & my sister will have a lots of fun with him
- Monday
How would I know?
- Tuesday
Sorry, just because my sister ask bout him, BECUZE we want to visited him and made him do what we want , remove some bad peo
People form Google and Facebook and take down all they dam games 2!what does that have to do with whether or not Edward Snowden has bodyguards?
Well, just talk to him, Not hit him or not made him fear
That all, trust me, Even if he have guards that may not problems to usBut thank a lots man,Am sorry for asking but,but what should with GirlyBoy, it almost done, all I have to do now is wait for 3 or 5 days that all,
1- Talk a good talking with him, %70 2- give him what he want , %0 3-Rape him , %12 4-take down my Facebook , %2 5-Kill him , %-10000
One of these can be done with him
That is not my problem.
…But since you ask, I advise taking down your Facebook
Ok, I will give the victories to all the 2600 , is that ok?
Ok, I understand , bye
Well, gee. Glad I could help.
Found on Robson Street. That’s either a Cthulhu whose wings have been plucked (Nodens, that fucker, without a doubt) or a portrait in site-appropriate rainforest marble of some random douchebro on Granville street at about 3am, puking his virgin guts out.
Spring Heeled Jack also apparently kitten heeled
Regulars here at the ol’ raincoaster blog will be familiar with our partiality for cryptids, Illuminatuses, and similiar phantoms of the night. They will also be familiar with our somewhat impractical, but extensive, erudition on the subject. Imagine our surprise, then, when we discovered a supernatural evil-doer with which we were unfamiliar!
Spring Heeled Jack.
Maybe it’s just that I find someone whose superpower is going BOING! into the sky not all that intimidating. Maybe that he never actually killed anybody. I mean, it’s all well and good to spit out blue phosphorescent flames, but at a certain point you gotta DO something with them, right? Ah well. Here is the gloriously-voiced Tom Slemen of Liverpool to tell you about Spring Heeled Jack and his friend’s mother…
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