aw. RIP, Ray Bradbury.
'Serenity'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Whaaaaaat. Aw.
puts on "Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury"
RIP, Ray Bradbury.
Oh man, end of an era. Still 91, not too shabby.
RIP man.
I'm actually sitting here crying about Ray Bradbury. He was supposed to live forever.
RIP, indeed. May you sail through the late night skies on beautiful green wings, Mr Bradbury.
I'm actually sitting here crying about Ray Bradbury.
Me, too.
He was supposed to live forever.
That's why he wrote those stories.
Now he can unfurl his leathery wings like Uncle Einar and go soaring out over the hot summery days.
Speaking of Bradbury. I'm trying to locate this essay: “How Instead of Being Educated in College, I Was Graduated From Libraries.” Which was in Wilson Library Journal.
Wilson only has that journal (it's Wilson Library Bulletin) online from '84, Kat.