what did you do today, raincoaster?

Dorothy Parker, who really looks more Doloresy here

Oh, not much. Just

  • pulled the second all-nighter in a week
  • emailed a deadbeat client’s boss’s boss’s boss
  • had a wicked good strategy and venting meeting with Mike Yurechko
  • had a wicked good strategy and venting meeting with April Smith of AHA Media
  • locked down another two fabulous speakers for WordCamp Okanagan, due sometime in late January or February, depending on what the tourism board suggests
  • invited all and sundry and their exes to the launch of Reading is Sexy this Thursday
  • Pestered Vanity Fair magazine on Twitter till they showed me where the story I was bitching about not being online was posted…online
  • did a nice, thorough grocery shop
  • paid my housing charges
  • made a strategic plan for the rest of the week
  • did 30 45 or so affiliate links, GAH
  • fixed one of the blogs on the network that was broken
  • lined up an aweber tutorial, thanks again to Mike
  • lined up four really solid leads on community management/blogging gigs
  • dropped a reminder to that book client that we’ve gotta get cracking and I’m waiting for the stuff he’s gotta send me, including the greenbacks

Posted:

  1. multiple snarky comments on Gawker, of course
  2. a meaningless time-filling quiz
  3. a filthy Christmas post featuring Katy Perry to go with the filthy Thanksgiving one featuring Adam Lambert
  4. a heartfelt request to Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  5. stickied my Twitter Tips class this Saturday
  6. a Not So Silent Night benefit for Pivot Legal Society
  7. the Reading is Sexy calendar launch info cross-posted from the Shebeen Club
  8. managed to promise to write a post about Homelessness is Over for Boris Johnson’s site
  9. The unbearable gravity of celebrity ie celebrity pratfalls
  10. the very raincoaster-worthy Who Wore It Best: The Seafood Chapeau
  11. rough draft of a new post for MY NEWEST BLOG! Yay for paid gigs!

You?

Quiz: What Kind of Christmas Tree Are You?

Goddam fuckin’ straight I’m a bright Christmas Tree! Ain’t NO MOFO mo’ Christmasy than me!


You Are a Bright Christmas Tree


For you, the holidays are all about fun and seasonal favorites.

 

You are into all things Christmas, even if they’re a little tacky.

A Modest Proposal: that you read this story

Thanksgiving on Sesame Street

Yes, I’m making a modest proposal that you click away from my site (take a screenshot, this may never happen again) and go over to David B. Dale’s blog and read his heartwarming Thanksgiving story, destined to be an instant classic.

Why? Because…well, here’s the first line:

She was our youngest and tender-hearted (tender, in fact, throughout) and therefore hard to eat.

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in which we discover why Jon Bon Jovi makes a liar out of Alice Cooper

So it’s true: the situation in South-East Asia really IS completely unpredictable!

conditional shampoo doesn't know if it volumizes or smooths

I guess they couldn’t find any real poo.

Which is a joke I stole from M*A*S*H, yes M*A*S*H and if you don’t know what that is, get thee to a frickin’ library or Wikipedia or something, already. Jeebus. What do they teach in these schools, anyway, and #getoffamylawn.

And it is, besides, a joke which reminds me of  joke I heard attributed to George Carlin:

Why do they call them Depends?

“Do they work?”

Shrugs, “Depends.”

And also, why do they call them Always when they should really be called Sometimes? Also, Always comes in Always Infinity, which (for those of us who’ve ever had periods) sounds like some kind of threat.

ALWAYS: Bon Jovi

This romeo is bleeding
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up

It’s been raining since you left me
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see I’ve always been a fighter
But without you I give up

I can’t sing a love song
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore
But baby, that’s just me

And I will love you, baby – Always
And I’ll be there forever and a day – Always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you – Always

Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I’d give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you’ve been needing to hear
I’ll wish I was him ’cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time

Yeah, I will love you baby – Always
And I’ll be there forever and a day – Always

If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you

Well, there ain’t no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines

And I will love you, baby – Always
And I’ll be there forever and a day – Always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you – Always

And, of course, the always-contrarian Alice Cooper:

Man’s got his woman to take his seed
He’s got the power – oh
She’s got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Man makes your hair gray
He’s your life’s mistake
All you’re really lookin’ for is an even break
He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
Don’t spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

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The Global Octopus Metaphor Through History

This building is Octopied

First, there was Goldman Sachs:

The world’s most powerful investment bank is a great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money.

According to Matt Taibbi, it’s also a Great American Bubble Machine, but when you’ve won as many awards as Taibbi, the editors don’t insist you stick to one measly metaphor.

But, as Gawker discovered, it’s not really specifically Goldman Sachs that’s the vampire squid: according to the former government of Germany it’s the Jews who are a stabby, stabby, oil-crazed octopus. Behold

the Jewcephalopod:

Jewcephalopod

Very few people actually know that “Jewcephalopod” is the root word for “Jewcy.” It’s true. It’s a FACT.

But this globe-straddling, stabby, oil-crazed, vampire cephalopod is also Standard Oil:

Standard Oil Octopus, Baby!

as well as Big Transit, Big Politics, The System, and (again) Standard Oil.

From this, I believe we can only conclude that, in fact, the Rockefellers are Jewish.

WhiteMan’sBourbon
07:03 PM

Then Hitler showed the drawing to Hirohito, and thus was born tentacle porn.

Dream of the Fisherman's Wife by Warren Holder

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