Like, amazing! My squandered youth is restored by the power of celebrity! Not only has Katie Holmes single-handedly brought all the clothes in the bottom drawer of my dresser back into fashion, but now the dynamic duo known only as the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre have covered one of the anthems of the Ambiguously Gay Nineties and brought it vividly, if poorly-translatedly, back to life.
Who’d have thought the deodorant would outlast the Bard of Seattle, eh?
Actually, no. It’s worse:
Scotty is slowly sinking to the bottom of the South Pacific in a fine grey cloud of ash.
My God, It's Full of Stars!
Dignified and strange, in its own way, and somehow an almost-adequate substitute for the original plan, which was for the cremains of James Doohan, proud Vancouverite, former Canadian war hero, and the actor who played Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701, to be shot into space in a private SpaceX spacecraft. Goddam dilithium crystals!
The Falcon 1 owned by Musk’s private space exploration company, SpaceX, left the ground and stayed off it for 2 minutes and 20 seconds before second- and third-stage rockets failed to ignite. The whole thing, including Scotty’s ashes, plunged back to earth.
Well, back to the Pacific Ocean anyway. But nothing, particularly not the fate of a legend, is simple, and it seems there had already been a couple of false starts and a frantic search leading up to the ultimate un-ternment. For a man who claimed (falsely, but amusingly) that he was kicked out of the Canadian Air Force for slaloming his plane between hydro poles on a bet, the rolling swells of the unfettered tropical ocean are indeed the Final Frontier.
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Ghost riding: SO 2007! The new hotness: Ghost Whipping.
I’m not sure where the whipping comes into things, as there are no apparent signs of ghost abuse in the video; perhaps it refers to what your underwear does under these conditions?
Raj can gloat all he wants about his pimped-out ride, but does he have a sun roof? Sun floor? Sun doors? Sun hood?
You know my sweet ride is crazy insane, going walking pace hee-yah in da BIKE LANE!
Lyrics over the jump. Continue reading
I cannot even hint what it was like, for it was a compound of all that is unclean, uncanny, unwelcome, abnormal, and detestable. It was the ghoulish shade of decay, antiquity, and dissolution; the putrid, dripping eidolon of unwholesome revelation, the awful baring of that which the merciful earth should always hide. God knows it was not of this world – or no longer of this world – yet to my horror I saw in its eaten-away and bone-revealing outlines a leering, abhorrent travesty on the human shape; and in its mouldy, disintegrating apparel an unspeakable quality that chilled me even more.
HP Lovecraft, The Outsider
So, today I was shopping for a bathing suit and…
raincoaster 