Everyone loves a wet beaver that really knows how to let go and let loose, eh? I know just how she feels.
Weightless, by Erika Janunger
Settle down, class, and pay attention, because you are about to see something breathtakingly beautiful, confoundingly subtle, and stunningly creative.
This is Swedish musician Erika Janunger‘s video/dance/design project for her Master’s degree in interior architecture and furniture design. What happens?
Not much. And everything.
via ShapeAndColour
If I have the time, I’ll try to transcribe the lyrics; they don’t seem to be out there anywhere.
But not today.
This video reminded me there are other things to do, other places to be.
John Lennon: the postmortem interview
As the hordes of devoted raincoaster aficionados are undoubtedly aware, we here at Operation Global Media Domination Headquarters have at our tentacletips the controls of a vast machinery of media manipulation whose reach spans not only this puny planet, but space and even time itself. And they know, as well, that there is nothing we would not do to completely satisfy the insatiable needs of our readership, nothing we would not hastily stuff into the voracious, slavering maw of the news hole to seal it, if only for a split second.
Through the wonders of modern AI, we have now obtained an exclusive interview with the late John Ono (Winston) Lennon.
Don’t say we never did nuthin’ for ya.
What is your first name (this is John talking with his fingers)
> rain
You don’t need anyone to tell you who you are, rain.
> No, I don’t. Can I ask you a question?
I’ll have to talk to Ringo and see how he feels. Rain , let’s change the subject.
> What do you think of Yoko suing Nixon’s lawyer?
Yoko suing nixons lawyer ? yoko suing nixons lawyer would have the final say.
> What will she say?
Is that a rhetorical question?
> No. Why do you always let Yoko have the final say?
I don’t know about that, mate. Only in the mornings.
> Is she going to win?
I don’t know about that, mate.
> Yes, you do.
That is why I am always on about peace, you see. Seven days.
Spousal Squid
Some things are just too heartbreaking for comment: the works of Samuel Beckett; loldedz; the Abandoned Couch Blog; the singleton dilemma
the marital prospects of a human-identified female Archyteuthis Squid.
Daniel Radcliffe’s Peter Joins Penis Protection Program
For several months now, all the world, or at least, all the world that can afford New York theatre tickets, has been eagerly looking forward to the Broadway debut of Harry Potter’s wand. We at the ol’ raincoaster blog have not failed to cover the blow-by-blow as Daniel Radcliffe and his Nethers of Strange Hirsutity have triumphed in London in Peter Schaffer‘s intense psychodrama Equus, but as the day approaches when all (and we do mean ALL) will be revealed to the notoriously insatiable, cellphone-camera-equipped American audiences, Radcliffe‘s handlers are getting nervous. They fear his peen may fall into the wrong, presumably sweaty, hands.
Says the star, on the possibility of his privates being made public via a quickie Flickr: “It will be amazing but I will be terrified!” And no doubt so will some of the more shrinking violets in the audience, from what we hear!
Just how amazing it will be, fans who cannot affort the high price to share his physical presence may never know. His handlers have taken every precaution to prevent leaks, going so far as to equip the theatre with infra-red defenses, like in that capoeria laser dance scene in Ocean’s Twelve, you know the one, to sniff out and, presumably, stun or even vaporize overzealous cellphotogs. Who knows?
Cool.
His personal security has been increased as well, and let me tell you, these people do not mess around.

Image sources: Uli Weber, Hollywood Standups, hat-tip With-Malice
article hat-tip to dissfunktional














