the screenplay for Eyes Without a Face.
oh, dang, now that frickin' Billy Idol song will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
I've never read Something Wicked This Way Comes . I wonder if it would freak my shit out too much.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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."
the screenplay for Eyes Without a Face.
oh, dang, now that frickin' Billy Idol song will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
I've never read Something Wicked This Way Comes . I wonder if it would freak my shit out too much.
I read a really bizarre novel of theirs called (in translation) Choice Cuts.
Heh. I texted my little sister ( a bookseller) and was all "The internet is crackier than normal! I can't walk away!"
She's all calm: "I'm ignoring it. A new Robb, Kenyob and Hamilton all dropped today."
Me (temporarily diverted): Gentry or Anita?
Sis: Gentry. She hasn't slept with anyone is 160 pages!
Me: Did she die? (Would that stop her?)
Did she die? (Would that stop her?)
Granted I've only read the Anita Blakes, but I'm going to go with a no. It doesn't seem to stop most of Anita's acquaintances.
I have spoilers for the sexin' (my sis MAY read as fast as I do. Almost. Heh.)
She said no sexin till page 344 (I think 344).And Merry only had actual sporkin; with one person. Some foreplay, but monogamous sporkin'. She was doing a read and post, sex-wise. It kept me entertained.
She intimated there was ACTUAL PLOT.
It's a night of miracles.
I was way into Michael Crichton in high school. He was one of my favorite authors.
crap. f*ck cancer.
Found this tidbit over at the sciffy site:
An original drawing of A.A. Milne's popular children's characters Winnie-the-Pooh, Tigger and Piglet fetched 31,200 pounds ($50,000) at auction on Nov. 4 in London, the Reuters news service reported.
OMG, I love E H Shepherd's illustrations!
The one with Piglet and the little rag of the balloon made me cry. I mean, last time I saw it, a few years ago, it made me cry. Gah. It's like Larkin's poem As Bad As A Mile for crystaiising that particular sense of piteous failure in a few quick strokes of the pen.
Speaking of a few quick strokes of the pen (couldn't resist), have you seen this?