Madonna
Madonna wakes me up at 9:30 A.M. Her little paws tap my cheeks. My eyes slowly open. The queen of pop's little furry face smiles down at me, whiskers tickling my cheek.
Madonna wakes me up at 9:30 A.M. Her little paws tap my cheeks. My eyes slowly open. The queen of pop's little furry face smiles down at me, whiskers tickling my cheek.
But Bagheera has seven tons of attitude.
Huckleberry wants to be left alone.
About these scary flavors of ice cream.
Is this the perfect news story or what?
It's too bad the word "jam" was ever invented, much less the concept it implies being attached to music.
"A multi-institutional consortium including Duke University has created startlingly crisp 3-D microscopic views of tiny mouse brains—unveiled layer by layer—by extending the capabilities of conventional magnetic resonance imaging."
Harry Patch, the last survivor of Passchendaele, did something 500,000 of his mates didn't: He survived the three months of carnage. He's the last WWI Tommy.
On the eve of the release of <I>The Simpsons</I> movie, Ian Jones explains when and why the TV show began to suck (he says it was in season 9, 1997). Will the movie reflect the glory of the first eight seasons or will it disappoint? The trailers have not embiggened my enthusiasm.