So I finally located that cache of shorts in storage that I was looking for. Now I can finally dress for the hot weather. Sorry about my blinding white legs, Roanoke.
How white are they? Let’s just say I hope you didn’t throw out your eclipse-viewing glasses.
Gonna write a baseball-centered, period vampire novel with loads of erotic subtext; gonna call it “Interview With the Umpire.”
I shared a meme about “Highlander” (1986) on Tuesday, and my girlfriend told me that she had never seen the movie. I conscientiously informed her that is absolutely the greatest film ever made.
Okay … it isn’t exactly the greatest film ever made. Among other things, it portrays an Egyptian (Sean Connery) with a Scottish accent and a Scotsman (Christopher Lambert) who has a … French accent?
It’s still a damned enjoyable movie though. (And it is sacred amongst a lot of 80’s kids, including me.) Hell, I might have to watch it again just for the wicked-cool establishing shots of 1980’s New York.
(Thanks to the nickbtube Youtube channel for the link.)
Shirley Jackson’s response to a critic is peach perfect.
This was was one of my favorite books from early childhood. It was written by Jean Lewis and illustrated by Ralph Canady. (I also had two other titles that you see on the back cover below — “Hong Kong Phooey” and “Scooby-Doo and the Haunted Doghouse.”)
But this was the one that rocked my imagination. Scoob and the gang follow some “monster” footprints to discover nothing less than a rampaging wooly mammoth. (The big reveal is that it is a malfunctioning robot created by a friendly scientist. If memory serves, he had a little preserve of robotic extinct animals in his backyard.)
My fondest dream as a five-year-old was to somehow “create” miniature dinosaurs that I could keep as tiny pets in a little corral beside my house’s chimney, like an equally misguided pre-school John Hammond or something. (I won’t embarrass myself further here by describing my modus operandi. Suffice to say that no actual dinosaurs resulted from my efforts.) So the idea of ice-age-beast machines was pretty magical to me. (Hell, in the 1970’s, there were always a couple of anachronistic wooly mammoths or saber-tooth tigers thrown into a set of plastic dinosaurs.)
Believe it or not, I think I can actually remember my mother buying this book for me. I remember a long, tidy, below-street-level bookstore on a New York City block, and being told that I could pick out two books. The other was definitely a nonfiction dinosaur book. (I want to say it was Jane Werner Watson’s “Dinosaurs and Other Prehistoric Reptiles.”)
Good times.
Source: Scoobypedia
Pro tip — if you clean your house without your glasses on, it takes half the time, because most stuff looks clean enough already.
I swear this works.
Again the skies incur my spite —
I still can’t see the northern lights!
Damn the sparing heavens and their promises of green!
First a hidden eclipse and now the northern lights unseen!
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 