God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut
Love him or hate him, Kurt Vonnegut gives good rant.
Love him or hate him, Kurt Vonnegut gives good rant.
This is definitely an example of what Alan in Victoria dubs "hard-hitting fluff." Fun though.
Believe it or not, I once had a cow-orker say to me, "You know this kind of stuff, where can I rent or buy a human skeleton?" She was right, upon reflection I did know. When we called, the shop asked, "Does it have to be real or will a teaching replica suffice? They're a lot cheaper."
Okay, now that we've sent the March issue off to become beautiful and real, it's time to move on to the April issue.
I devoured mythology when I was a young'un. I remember being shocked when Marvel began publishing the adventures of the mighty Thor in <I>Journey Into Mystery</I> #82, since the Thor I knew from Norse myths was kind of a dim lout—smart aleck that I was, I identified more with Loki, completely missing how malevolent the trickster god was.
For rats, apparently. I've always found liquor quicker—but perhaps I'm only attractive to the inebriated.
The British Library has posted 15 fabulous titles to its interactive website. Naturally, I'm kind of partial to its Mozart musical diary, but all of 'em are worth looking into. And you can look into 'em—you can "turn" the pages.
The idea is simple: Stand in one place in a great city and look all around you. The cities I know here look pretty good, I think. Not much besides the "wow" factor, but that's a pretty big "wow."
The best blonde joke ever.
Here's a shock: There ain't all that much. For example, imagine what would happen if Supes did attempt to lift a car by grabbing its roof. Maybe it would have worked back in 1939, but <I>these</I> days?