Mr T = Happy
Mr. T Visitor Guide: "Six Feet Under" House. There only seems to be one more right now, but here’s hoping the series continues…
(Via the de-fabulous Pinky.)
Now That’s An Insult
George R.R. Martin reviews Stephen King’s latest in this week’s BookWorld:
Zombies are the Rodney Dangerfield of monsterdom, the poor relation none of the other monsters wants to admit to knowing. Vampires boast of ancient lineages and dwell in magnificent (if somewhat ruined) estates. They dress elegantly and quote poetry, and while they may not drink wine, you know that if they did, it would be only the best vintages. Werewolves tend to be average joes, ordinary working stiffs who say their prayers by night until stricken by lycanthropy. Aside from a few nights when the moon is full, they’re just folks like you and me. Zombies, though? Rotting corpses, ripe and decaying, dressed in rags and covered with dirt, mindless, clumsy, slow, hideous and foul-smelling. The sheriff in "Night of the Living Dead" summed them up perfectly when he said, "They’re dead . . . they’re all messed up."
Calling zombies Rodney Dangerfield(s); man, that’s just cold.
Sadly, Martin seems to have missed out on the recent fast-moving zombies entirely, which undercuts one section of the otherwise-charming review. At least, it did for this zombie afficionado.
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On Betty Friedan
I was going to post about this amazing woman and her legacy, but Lauren’s said it all. Go read her.
See also: Bad Feminist’s post, which has some good links.
And the Best New Insult is…
"You don’t even know how to spell Delany, bitch."
Of course, this has a limited use in my life, since most of the people I know do. But still: Book clerks around here seem to deserve it based on the response when I ask if they have About Writing in stock.
Corollary for my SF peeps: "You don’t even know what the R. in Samuel R. Delany stands for, bitch."
Well, c’mon, what does it stand for? First person to get it right wins … something. (Justine, you’re disqualified. Scott, you too, because she’ll just tell you.)
p.s. Yeah, bummer, I had to order it, because nobody had it in. And I need something ass-in-geary right now, because I’m not writing and I’m going a little bonkers because of it. The use of the word bonkers should suffice as an explanation.
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Saturday Hangovers
- Another excellent writing post from Toni (who I owe an extremely overdue email; this weekend, pinky swear!).
- And an excellent writing post from Justine on the dangers of hackery.
- Kenneth Harvey spoofs the James Frey Flap by implicating John Banville. (Jeff’s response is still my favorite though.)
- An excellent post on Firefly.
- James Lipton does Kevin Federline. Hilarious. (Via Eek.)
- Ed joins me on the American The Office bandwagon. Welcome, friend! (It truly is fabulous; if you don’t trust Ed, who do you trust?)
- Possibility of Katherine Dunn’s long-awaited next novel actually coming out? It’s about boxing; you can find some of her boxing reports for Cyber Boxing Zone here.
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Tell Me Something
Ten Top Trivia Tips about BondGirl!
- Contrary to popular belief, BondGirl is not successful at sobering up a drunk person, and in many cases she may actually increase the adverse effects of alcohol!
- Olympic badminton rules say that BondGirl must have exactly fourteen feathers.
- BondGirl has only one weakness – the colour yellow.
- Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath to cover up BondGirl!
- You can tell if BondGirl has been hard-boiled by spinning her. If she stands up, she is hard-boiled.
- BondGirl will always turn right when leaving a cave!
- You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching BondGirl!
- BondGirl became extinct in England in 1486.
- Lightning strikes BondGirl over seven times every hour.
- BondGirl cannot be detected by infrared cameras.
Via the fabulous Eek. And because I can, I do it again with my actual name:
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Happy Thursday Hangovers
- I got a hair cut and reblondified, both of which make me very happy (especially the short little bangs I had her cut again). My mom also dropped by and left me a new suit which is actually exactly something I’d pick out. Elizabeth Knox’s The Rainbow Opera showed up in the mail. (I’m almost done with The Tourmaline — more on that soon.) AND it’s almost Friday. Good day.
- Not to mention: Jane Espenson has a blog. There are Buffy references aplenty.
- Grady Clay love on the move also makes me happy.
- Just read every single post by Colleen, okay? This one’s typically great.
- Jenny D’s also tearing up the joint this week; see esp. this one. (Plus, we have the same favorite first line.)
- Laurie Anderson on being the Nasa artist-in-residence. (Via Voltage.)
- And in less happy news, Yiyun Li’s immigration woes continue to mystify. (Via Babies Are Fireproof.)
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VeronicaMarsTalk
And tonight’s ep is:
"Rashard And Wallace Go To White Castle." Wallace is forced to turn to Veronica for help when he is falsely named as the driver in a tragic hit-and-run accident.
So, not loving the storyline, but Wallace-heavy episode = happiness anyway.
Alternate Cadavers
Don’t know if anyone else has been following the fascinating body harvesting story out of New York/New Jersey. Today’s installment includes this choice bit:
"We know that they obtained these bodies in a fraudulent way and off the scale of acceptable practice," said FDA spokesman Stephen King.
What are the odds?
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Life & Music
Michaelangelo Matos has a beautiful post about his own history and R.E.M.:
Then the guy, a mean alcoholic who lived at the hostel when he wasn’t in Alaska fishing, lean down and said, “If you move another muscle, I swear to God I’m going to beat the living shit out of you.” I silently gripped a loose plank above my mattress, intending to bash his face in if he came near me. A day later, I moved into a house near 100th and Aurora, with a short, black dominatrix who got us all kicked out after not paying the rent for the three months I lived there.
The reason I bring all this up is that I’m playing, for the first time in probably ten years, R.E.M.’s New Adventures in Hi-Fi.
It’s worth your time.