I don’t often protest, but when I do, I Occupy Vancouver on #15Oct.

October 15, 2011.

Today’s a big day.

Today I am rolling up my sleeves, cracking my knuckles, and drawing a line in the sand.

Today I am Occupying Vancouver.

Wherever you may be in the world today, you should join, too. This is the protest of our generation.

Were unicorns real? Who cares? They’re gone now. Let’s move on.

For centuries, people have been debating the existence of the unicorn. How long can we obsess over the same boring old questions? Did they exist, didn’t they, is it Noah’s fault they’re gone, where can we find a virgin for our upcoming unicorn hunt, etc.? Don’t y’all think it’s time to move on? Especially since we’ve got a whole host of animals waiting patiently for the day that Peter Sagel interviews Bill Clinton about them on NPR’s wildly popular Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me. (Carl Kasell can’t even get a latte without every tween within a five-mile radius bursting into tears of adoration; one young fan even asked him to bite her at a promotional event last month.) (My bad, that was Robert Pattinson. I get them mixed up sometimes.)

I have this poster above my bed.

Thursday Themeday: UNICORNS!

So, as posts here often tend to be stupid long, and thus a sketch plan for a short-attention span generation, we’re going to try something different this supremely autumnal Thursday.

Since today is UNICORN day on RIE, instead of doing one massive post, we’re going to try several smaller ones; depending on how this works out, we may even change the Thursday Themeday concept into semi-monthly themeweek, with a small barrage of bite-sized posts.  Who knows?  Behold the vast and terrible uncertainty of blog identity generation!

Anyway UNICORNS!  Each unicorntastic post will demarcated by the following awesome .gif, courtesy of the wacky brilliance that is Bez: