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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Happy Fhtagn Birthday to Me!

Yes, yes, 19 AGAIN.

Happy Fhtagn Birthday, raincoaster!

Weirdly, I found out I’m two years younger than I’ve been telling people I am, but figure since every woman my age is shaving at least five years off, nobody would believe me and I should just tell everyone I’m ninety.

The swag report so far: a Birthday Cthulhu (above) from az, a whole slaveringly flattering post complete with link from Raul, an all-you-can-drink invitation from Bob which occurs the same time as the Blogathon, which could be epic, a ticket to see the Lipizzaner stallions on Sunday from Metro and Mme Metro, a party at a winery from Township 7 (who doesn’t actually know it’s my birthday, but whatever, they invited me cuz I’m speshul), and free slurpees for the hangover tomorrow, thanks to 7-11.

Not too scruffy, my friends, not too scruffy. And there’s still time to buy me that spiffy Netbook if you feel like it…

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My Life Plan

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In case you’re wondering

I’m out of town, on the road, and trying to relax, so no blog posts for awhile unless I just happen to feel like doing it. I did post over at raincoaster media on how to get 250,000 new Twitter Followers, guaranteed! and set Teenymanolo to autopost. Unfortunately, Ayyyy will no longer feature my filthy, punning gossip headlines.