Requiem for Franklin on a G String

Technically, it’s a bikini.

Raised, as I was, to learn the ways of the woods old-skool, telling direction with nothing more elaborate than a stick, tracking lynxes and bobcats, and finding fresh water aided by the smell of unseen ferns, I cast a skeptical eye on modern technology dependent on batteries, satellites, and whether or not you’ve renewed your license on that sorry-ass copy of Outlook on your computer back home.

Not to mention the three hour hike around the lake that was invisible to the GPS. Remember, when you’re using one of those things in Canada you’re rather in the position Columbus was in; ie, you have a pretty good idea more or less where A is, and B as well, but you don’t exactly know what you’ll encounter when you try to connect those two dots, because nobody’s done it yet. What will you encounter? Almost certainly things. Like lakes. And barbed wire. And lynxes and bobcats.

So, for me, I prefer the old-skool tools. After all, a cigar may not always be a cigar or a rock a rock, but a stick is pretty much more or less always a stick and even when it’s not, you can usually get it to hold still long enough to work. Cold-blooded things such as stick insects and other items which spring to mind are known to slow down, even to the point of immobility, in Arctic conditions.

Surprisingly, if the temperatures are cold enough, you can even get a bikini to hold still long enough to be put to practical use.

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“Due to our proximity to the Magnetic North Pole, our compasses are currently going haywire, said navigator Ann Daniels. “The earth’s strong magnetic field on this part of the ocean means that the compass needle simply spins uselessly in its housing. As such, we’re currently relying on more traditional methods for day-to-day navigation, using the sun (for those few precious hours each day when it graces us with its presence), and using wind direction, as indicated by the panties…”

Polar Panties of Power!

Polar Panties of Power!

If only Franklin had toted a pair of these along on his fatal expedition, perhaps things might have gone very differently. While Gizmodo says there is no word on whether the woman pictured above actually wears the windsock panties when they are not otherwise occupied, certain of the more broad-minded among us (and I refer, of course, to myself) are wondering whether or not there might be any Englishmen among the team.

Vancouver Murder Map

Now THIS should calm down The Sister. Ever since that Christmas I had to duck under police tape to get into my house, she’s been a little paranoid about my neighbors and my neighborhood. Sillies! The guy that the cops shot that time was from Poco! Bloody tourists, always getting in their practical compact family sedans, driving down to Cocaine Corner to get their drugs, and getting shot outside my house.

Or are they? As this Vancouver Sun map of murders in the Lower Mainland clearly shows, if you don’t want to get killed, you should hang out on the Downtown EastSide. And for GOD’S SAKE stay out of Langley!

quiz: what would your body taste like to a cannibal?

Seriously, what does a woman have to do to get eaten around here? I consider this brand-building at its most primitive. Now that I think of it, I should have hacked it to say “beer” instead.

What would you taste like to a cannibal?

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Quiz: what kind of boots are you?

All of this works, every single bit of it. And, in fact, I’m saving up for some cowboy boots, right after I’ve saved enough for some Fluevog boots. And, given that the Co-op just discovered that I’d overpaid my housing charges last year and charged me only $26 for a full month’s occupancy, I figure I’m getting closer by the day.


You Are Cowboy Boots


You are incredibly down to earth and happy with yourself. You don’t pretend to be someone else.

You also tend to be very practical. You don’t really have a lot of room for fluff in your life.

You are a very honest and direct person. You will give anyone a straight answer, even if it’s a bit uncomfortable.

While you’re quite sensible, you always like a little bit of flash in your life. You don’t overdo it, but you do like turning heads.

via CasaAz

Quantum of Dynamite trailer

Easily the most hotly-anticipated film of 2009, and potentially the most explosive spy thriller of all time, the tsunami of testosterone which is Quantum of Dynamite is the tentpole holding up the hopes of an entire industry. If it succeeds, it will take entertainment itself to a new level. If it fails, all of the major studios, who collectively have invested over three hundred quintillionbillion dollars in the extravagant production, will be sold to roving gangs of Uzbek pawnbrokers, to be broken up and sold for scrap in the bazaars of the former Silk Road breakaway republics (Sharmuzistan, Szatinia, Kraypistan, and Georgette).

We at the ol’ raincoaster blog have obtained a worldwide exclusive, procured at great personal cost (I know it was only one child, but everyone loves their eldest, don’t they?) an exclusive print of the fabled trailer for this monumental motion picture. Pour yourself a chocolate milk, shaken, not stirred, and settle down to watch the film that is to change the entertainment industry forever: