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Charles L. Smith March 1, 1926- January 16, 2019
As I read the news about Dad off the text from my sister, I remember I was thinking about the ending of Gore Vidal's memorial piece on Eleanor Roosevelt: "Whether or not one thought of Eleanor Roosevelt as a world ombudsman or as a chronic explainer or as a scourge of the selfish, she was like no one else in her usefulness. As the box containing ( Read more... ) -
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I have to say, although as a child, I often imagined myself living in time of war, my imagination featured much less governmentally induced xenophobia and racism, and more TIE fighters. -
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TWITTER MEME: "Forget astrology. The tagline of the #1 movie at the box office the day you were born, that determines your fate from now on."
TAGLINE: "There were three men in her life. One to take her... one to love her... and one to kill her."
ME: ...WELL. -
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My dream Doctor Who episode: John Boyega guest stars. The Doctor enters a room; sees Boyega's character staring out a viewport. Boyega turns; pauses.
"Doctor...?"
DOCTOR: "Err... do I know you?
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Summer 1992: Just after a brief phone conversation with Fritz Leiber, I decide to call another child hero, Harlan Ellison. It takes me a moment to realize that I'm actually speaking to him, until he says "You don't want to write me. I get 250 letters a day, I'll never write back, and you'll tell everybody what a shit I am." Still, I manage to ( Read more... ) -
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Apparently, Zack Snyder is adapting The Fountainhead; I'm really hoping it climaxes with Roark teleporting a giant squid into his dream building and then yelling, "I DID IT!" -
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“After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.” -C.A. Lindbergh
Rest in peace, Mr Hawking. -
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Is there some way of staging die-ins with children covered in fake blood in front of NRA headquarters, like ACT-UP used to do on Wall Street? That's literally the only thing I can think of that might have a merest hope of working. (Adults could chant "Hey, hey, NRA, how many kids did you kill today ( Read more... )