Category Archives: Weird

Blame Australia

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Darth Vader and Priests

Okay, WTF?

And I do not say WTF? lightly. I only break out the WTF? for truly WTF?-worthy occasions.

Such as this one.

WTF?

I blame Australia. Weren’t the Aussies the ones who got Jediism recognized as a religion? Yes, it’s a real religion now. And so Darth Vader is either their Pope or their Anton LaVey, depending on your perspective. So, naturally, from that point ten years ago to this it’s an easy stroll to this photo, which was apparently (my Icelandic is somewhat rusty; Paging Bjork!?!?!?!) snapped at a 100% legit ecumenical networking meeting.

Which is not to imply that there is a samizdat or heretical ecumenical meeting underground, although that would be post-worthy as well, if somewhat of a logical impossibility. But we have certainly never let impossibility or logic stop us, as Metro will be only too happy to attest in the comments.

UPDATE:

Bloody Hell! None of the major online translators have an Icelandic-to-English web page translation service. Why, this is SCANDALOUS! SCANDALOUS, I tell you! I finally found one at InterTran, praise be to Cthulhu!

Blackface{Svarthöfði} riverstalk, laumast að, slope off, laumast burt, infiltrate, stream, {á} vegum félagsmanna intoat, during, for, in, {í} UnbeliefDisbelief, Incredulity, Scepticism, Skepticism, {Vantrú}

OrganisationAssociation, Company, Fellowship, Partnership, Society, {Félagar} intoat, during, for, in, {í} samtökunum UnbeliefDisbelief, Incredulity, Scepticism, Skepticism, {Vantrú} pack of horsesstud, {stóðu} pay lip service to{fyrir} participationinvolvement, {þátttöku} Blackface{Svarthöfða}  intoat, during, for, in, {í} walkingambulatory, peripatetic, {göngu} sacerdotalclerical, {presta} whomas, that, which, who, {sem} voru riverstalk, laumast að, slope off, laumast burt, infiltrate, stream, {á} leið riverstalk, laumast að, slope off, laumast burt, infiltrate, stream, {á} clausesentence, simple sentence, typesetting, {setningu} Synod{Prestastefnu} intoat, during, for, in, {í} Cathedral{Dómkirkjunni} yesterday{í gær}.

Snuggle up toAdvanee, Eneourage, Promote, Nuzzle up against, {Að} verbbid, {sögn} Matthíasar Ásgeirssonar, shapeformat, {formanns} UnbeliefDisbelief, Incredulity, Scepticism, Skepticism, {Vantrúar}, var ;fn)þetta þarna, that, this, it, {þetta} onlynone but, but, exclusively, simply, strictly, just, {aðeins} jokingly{í gríni} gert whilebut, only, than, whenas, whereas, {en} themall, þeim mun, {þeim} – finna{fannst} verya great many, a great, widely, all, greatly, highly, immensely, {afar} drolly{spaugilegt} snuggle up toadvanee, eneourage, promote, nuzzle up against, {að} improvecompensate, mend, repair, {bæta} Blackface{Svarthöfða} intoat, during, for, in, {í} hópinn.

Aðspurður sayestsayst, {segir} Matthías goings-on{viðburðinn} beef upbuild up, bolster, boost, favour, fortify, further, hype, intensify, promote, redound, reinforce, {eflaust} notdon’t, never, {ekki} becomegot to, get, grow, occur, take, will, remain, must, need, {verða} yearly{árlegan} whilebut, only, than, whenas, whereas, {en} neverne’er, , nevermore, aldrei framar, {aldrei} sé snuggle up toadvanee, eneourage, promote, nuzzle up against, {að} knowwit, {vita} totalstudy, tot, tot up to, work out at, amount to, {nema} Blackface{Svarthöfði} departeddeceased, defunct, {láti} aft{aftur á} scrape togetherrestrain oneself, hoard, {sér} kræla.

Well, that clears that up!

The Laughing Baby of YouTube

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I know we’re all about the YouTubes this week, but this one is just too damn good to miss. A sweet, wee baby laughing and having fun. Awwww! Isn’t she cute? So why am I reflexively clutching this crucifix?

Britney Spears’s favorite sex tape: I Love You Cheetos!

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Nine minutes of the most hardcore, cheez-food-product-dusted, size queeniest, sock wearingest action ever to grace the intertubes. This may not be safe for work, and it certainly isn’t safe for lunch. Make sure your digestive tract is clean before clicking Play.

From Jeff Ostergren, via Fleshbot

Those zombies on his site? Don’t look like my zombies. And the brains likewise; no wonder his zombies are so underfed and peaked looking!

Killer Croc!

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You may notice a theme here at the ol’ raincoaster blog; an aquatic, perhaps even amphibious theme: water monsters. And in the pantheon of water monsters, Gustave the Killer Croc ranks very high indeed.

Gustave is just your average Burundian crocodile. He minds his own business, he keeps to himself, he weighs over a ton, he’s the length of a schoolbus, he kills and eats a few fishermen from time to time (estimates range up to 300, although this may be subject to the “African Hyperbole Discount“). There is some hesitation to take issue with his murderous ways, however, because he is indeed quite large and, apparently, impervious to bullets. He even has a colourful French nemesis, just like in the comic books: Patrice Faye, an obsessed Gustave-hunter:

Like Captain Ahab, the self-taught naturalist is preoccupied with one monster in particular: Gustave, the largest, most fabled crocodile in all of Africa—a demonic Loch Ness Monster of incredible proportions and, according to legend, appetite. Gustave is reputed to have devoured hundreds of villagers, snatching them from the banks of the Rusizi and the northeastern shores of Lake Tanganyika. Faye estimates that the massive croc measures 20 feet (6 meters) long, weighs one ton (907 kilograms), and is 60 years old (wild crocs, on average, live to age 45). Trained herpetologists agree that Gustave could be that large and that he is certainly one of the most infamous man-eaters of all time. But Faye’s assertion that Gustave kills for sport—knocking off villager after villager like some killing machine—leaves skeptics clearing their throats.

Well, personally I don’t think reptiles are that bright, but then I don’t think country-western fans are smart enough to walk on their hind legs unassisted either, yet somehow they do! Gustave went underground for a period, but has been seen as recently as February of this year, identified by the numerous and completely ineffectual bulletholes that pocket his scaly hide.

But enough talk, let’s take a look at this beaut:

Osama Bin Laden parties with pagans in the Eighties

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George Clooney then and now

Well, who doesn’t have a few embarrassing party pix or yearbook photos from the Eighties, eh? Why should Osama Bin Laden, who rocked the bell bottoms and turtleneck look as hard as anyone in the Seventies, escape this universal fate?

Turns out that during the Eighties he was living with the Kalasha tribesmen of the Chitral region of Pakistan, a strangely timeless Asiatic tribe documented by Wilfred Thesiger.

Chitral is also the home of the Kalasha, a unique pagan civilization that’s lived in the area for 2,000 years or more, now boxed in by an increasingly militant Islam. Thinly populated, Chitral covers 5,800 square miles, with war-torn Afghanistan to the north and west and the extremist strongholds of Swat and Dir to the south.

According to locals, bin Laden lived with a Kalasha family in Chitral for some time during his first Afghan jihad, against the Soviet Union in the 1980s. With his now much more severe ideology, the al Qaida leader wouldn’t be able to easily live among these polytheistic people, whose men and women mix freely…

Kalasha women also don’t cover, so was OBL covering his eyes the entire time? I doubt that.
And now he wants to fight polytheists? Osama Bin Laden: demeaning Islam in leaps in and bounds.

Hey, old habits die hard. I mean; did you SEE him in that turtleneck?