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And now for something completely weird:

I love these weird little things psouper posts to YouTube. I don’t understand any of them, but they are visually interesting and smooth out my frontal cortex nicely, like French ambient music. If Goddard by way of Cocteau is too much for you this time of night, try this:

Drunk Eastern European men attempting to put a log on a bicycle. THIS? This is where Borat came from, my friends. And it is documentary.

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Malevolent Meerkat Conspiracy Caught on Video

Long have we at the ol’ raincoaster blog known of the subtle, nefarious schemes of the meerkat conspiracy. The sadistic subjugation they plan for us would make servitude to the Great Old Ones look like a vacation on the Riviera, yet humans persist in thinking them harmless. Now, finally, we have proof that the meerkat anti-fairy forces are no myth, but instead a strong and active military force boasting snipers of cruel and relentless efficiency.

Click, and watch a little something I call The Death of Glinda:

Thank god fairies have nine lives, and Glinda made a full recovery.

Meerkats. Cutesy little standy-uppy weasel lookin’ bastards. Never take your eyes off those motherfuckers.

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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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MC Shat Attack!

You knew William Shatner was a living god.

Sure you did. You read my last post, didn’t you?

But did you know that William Shatner was a rapaciously raptastic rapscallion who can bring out da funk even in someone as WASPy as Conan O’Brian?

Well, now you do.

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The Secret of Shatner

Longtime readers of the ol’ raincoaster blog, plus all Canadians ever born or made, have long been familiar with the singularly sexy superstar of supernatural superlativenosity known as The Shat. To all others, we say, worry not, o obliviousnosceni, we feel for you. What do we feel for you?

Pity, that’s what.

Ah pity da man who don’t know William Shatner! The patriot, the thinker, the lover, the balladeer, the slasher, the rapper, the cunning linguist, the legend.

The masticator:

Oh, you can HAVE your Paris‘s. You can HAVE your Padma‘s. You can HAVE (for about twenty-five bucks, if I hear rightly) your Audrina’s. But none of them will ever approach the irresistable erotic intensity of this pudding performance of the Shat..

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