Beyonce Unhurt After Stray Bullet Miraculously Hits Passerby Instead
Now this I could get used to.
A Mac OS retro theme for WordPress by Stuart Brown. Now what about one for Mac OS X itself? And by that I mean make Mac OS X look like System 7. ;)
You’ve probably seen the distinctive Torani syrup bottles at your local coffeehouse or other eating establishment. Recently, with our acquisition of a slushie/snowcone maker, we’ve been trying various Torani flavors — so far, a lemon/lime combo is my favorite; Denyse is digging on watermelon/vanilla.
I tracked the cheapest (and widest selection) down to Smart & Final at under $4/bottle. Considering how much we’re saving on a killer Slurpee habit, this is an awesome price. :)
More later on the slushie maker. Makers (plural), actually. There was also a sledgehammer involved.
Happy Birthday to a couple of my very favorite writers!
Dorothy Parker was born on this day in 1893, and while she is most remembered for her days with the Round Table in New York, she spent a number of years in Hollywood as a screenwriter (IMDB). She passed away in 1967.
I’m never going to accomplish anything; that’s perfectly clear to me. I’m never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don’t do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don’t even do that any more.
And yes, you might as well live.
Ray Bradbury, also born on 8/22, but in 1920. (Funny to think of Mrs Parker at 27 when he was born, being fired by Vanity Fair for offending people.) A while back I wrote about Ray:
[He] is the ghost in the machine. He finds the soul in the rocket, traces the life in the Martian colony, points out the demons lurking in the fires of a burning book.
Always one to tweak the nose of too-serious folks, Ray has recently been talking about what Fahrenheit 451 really means. Some people have gotten a little pissy about it, which says more about them than Bradbury. And that’s kind of the point.
Living nearly a century and writing some of the best literature in the world gives you a smidgen of latitude. ;)
