31 Aug

September 2015 Calendar of Events

September Events

Ah, Sep­tem­ber, it leads a dou­ble life. Some peo­ple are CLINGING TO SUMMER FOR DEAR LIFE, while oth­ers are count­ing down the days until pump­kin spice lattes are avail­able and they can begin carv­ing pump­kins. No mat­ter which way you swing, Sep­tem­ber prob­a­bly has a hol­i­day you’ll like whether it’s bour­bon (Bour­bon Her­itage Month), Lord of the Rings and J.R.R. Tolkien (Tolkien Week Sep­tem­ber 20–26), or  cof­fee (National Cof­fee Day Sep­tem­ber 29). Read on to see all of the good stuff we’re crazy about this month! Do it you won’t.



Month-long hol­i­days are the best because you get a whole month to savor them. Bour­bon Her­itage Month means drink­ing all the bour­bon! Children’s Good Man­ners Month is a great time to edu­cate the chil­dren in your life how to behave. If you don’t have a library card, you’re in luck because Sep­tem­ber is Library Card Sign-up Month. See also: YouTube Preview Image
The only thing bet­ter than honey is National Honey Month! Honey for­ever. Shame­less Pro­mo­tion Month allows us to say HEY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US ON FACEBOOK AND ISNTAGRAM AND TWITTER? WE LOVE YOU. Last but cer­tianly least, Sep­tem­ber is Plea­sure Your Mate Month. But­ter them up with a cute card, get some mas­sage oil, light some can­dles, and hope­fully that works out for you. Wink.


INTERNATIONAL ENTHUSIASM WEEK is Sep­tem­ber 1 through the 7. What do you get enthu­si­as­tic about? May we sug­gest every­thing this week? GET FIRED UP. Salami Day (Sep­tem­ber 7) is a good time to get re-acquainted with some salami.

Birth­days this week: Jack Daniels and Werner Her­zog both on Sep­tem­ber 5. Here are Werner Herzog’s hilar­i­ous thoughts on chick­ens.


On Sep­tem­ber 8, 1966 Star Trek Orig­i­nal Series pre­miered. So today we are get­ting all ‘live long and pro­poser’. Roald Dahl Day is on Sep­tem­ber 13 and we’re prob­a­bly going to be eat­ing choco­late, peaches, tak­ing RED WAGONS of books from the library, and so on and so forth. We love Roald Dahl! (You can get the print of the quote below here.)

Birth­days this week: Leo Tol­stoy (Sep­tem­ber 9) and Bella Swan (Sep­tem­ber 13).


Do you know any greet­ing card writ­ers? If so, you’re in luck on Sep­tem­ber 18, because it’s Hug A Greet­ing Card Writer Day. On Talk Like a Pirate Day (Sep­tem­ber 19), drink your grog with your beauty, play your horn­pipe, and RAISE THE JOLLY ROGER, you land lub­ber. Tolkien Week is back (Sep­tem­ber 20–26) and betta than eva. We’ll have books on tape play­ing through the store, a Tolkien quiz to take and gen­eral enthu­si­asm all week. National Dog Week (Sep­tem­ber 20–26) is a great time to sneak­ily pet other people’s dogs while they’re not look­ing. And maybe adopt a dog. Or take your own dog for a walk. What­EVER. DOTHING!

Birth­days this week: Sophie DahlMont­gomery Burns, and Agatha Christie (Sep­tem­ber 15), H.A. Rey (Sep­tem­ber 16), William Gold­ingHermione Granger, and Arthur Rack­ham (Sep­tem­ber 19), George R.R. Mar­tin and Mal­colm Reynolds (Sep­tem­ber 20), Bill Mur­ray, Stephen King, and H.G. Wells (Sep­tem­ber 21).


Dear Diary Day (Sep­tem­ber 22) is a great time to get back to jour­nal­ing. And don’t hold back. For exam­ple, “Are You There, God? It’s Me, Mar­garet. Gretchen my friend, got her period. I’m so jeal­ous, God.” #Judy­Blume. MOVING RIGHT ALONG. Hob­bit Day (Sep­tem­ber 22) means throw­ing a Bilbo Bag­gins birth­day party! Yay! Cel­e­brate Bisex­u­al­ity Day (Sep­tem­ber 23) is a hol­i­day close to our hearts. No mat­ter who you’re into, we love you just the way you are. On Punc­tu­a­tion Day (Sep­tem­ber 24), you can fin­ish every sen­tence with an excla­ma­tion point! And dou­ble ques­tion marks after all ques­tions. National One Hit Won­der Day (Sep­tem­ber 25) you can pore over this list and rem­i­nisce. On Love Note Day (Sep­tem­ber 26), write some­one you love a love note. And yes, it can be your pet. KU Book Club meets on Sep­tem­ber 27 at 6 PM to dis­cuss Ray Bradbury’s Some­thing Wicked this way Comes. Bring  your book and a friend! Banned Books Week (Sep­tem­ber 27 — Octo­ber 3) IS OUR FAVORITE! Come on in to see the banned books we sell, because damn the man! Get ready for Ask A Stu­pid Ques­tion Day (Sep­tem­ber 29). While you either believe in stu­pid ques­tions or you don’t, you’re bound to get asked one today. On what is likely the most pro­duc­tive day of the cal­en­dar year, National Cof­fee Day (Sep­tem­ber 29) is a great excuse to pound that cof­fee! Caffiene fore­var. Blas­phemy Day (Sep­tem­ber 30) encour­ages indi­vid­u­als and groups to openly express crit­i­cism of reli­gion and blas­phemy laws. So get to gettin.

Birth­days this week: Frodo and Bilbo Bag­gins (Sep­tem­ber 22), Arthur Guin­nessJim Hen­son, and F. Scott Fitzger­ald (Sep­tem­ber 24), Mark Hamill and Shel Sil­ver­stein (Sep­tem­ber 25), Johnny Apple­seed (Sep­tem­ber 26), T.S. Eliot and Scott Pil­grim (Sep­tem­ber 27), Tru­man Capote (Sep­tem­ber 30).

28 Aug

A Rift in the Time Stream: The Bearenst#in Bears Parallel Universe Theory

So, if you’re a red­dit enthu­si­ast, then you’re prob­a­bly famil­iar with the Bearenstein/Bearenstain Bears alter­nate real­ity the­ory.  Two weeks ago, this the­ory broke the inter­net, and our nos­tal­gia crav­ing hearts, when a mem­ber of the rap group Run the Jew­els (he really likes to smoke weed) went on a tweet­ing spree about the Bearenst#in Bears.  For any of you who are out of the loop (liv­ing under a rock), the children’s book series is offi­cially called The Bearen­stain Bears (and always has been), yet a large seg­ment of the pop­u­la­tion remem­bers the spelling as “Bearen­stein.”  The inter­net forums are buzzing with peo­ple say­ing that at some point in his­tory the spelling changed via but­ter­fly effect result­ing in two diver­gent time streams.

Run them Jewels Fast

Run them Jew­els Fast


Did we glimpse a par­al­lel uni­verse that still exists some­where and con­firms our sus­pi­cions that Bearen­stein was at one point (or place) the cor­rect spelling?  After all, how could we all be wrong???  How deep does the rab­bit hole go? This is an epic con­spir­acy the­ory that can­not even be fact checked because facts are fluid and always chang­ing in time. Wild!  This is some crazy Doc­tor Who-Time Lord Shit!  I believe it was all the work of the Doc­tor, his Tardis, and a sonic screw­driver.  Has a glitch in the Matrix occurred? Did a Delorean appear when we weren’t pay­ing atten­tion?  Did we do the time warp again?
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Per­son­ally, I am in the Bearen­stein camp, as are my mother, boyfriend, and best friend.  This the­ory has been around for years.  I’m hon­estly sur­prised I didn’t hear about it sooner with my pas­sion for crazy con­spir­acy the­o­ries.

Bearenstein 4 Lyfe

Bearen­stein 4 Lyfe


Arti­cles far and wide are claim­ing that there are var­i­ous false mem­o­ries through­out his­tory, known as the Man­dela Effect.  I looked into the Man­dela Effect and the most infor­ma­tive web­site had so much traf­fic that it couldn’t be accessed.  Appar­ently, lots of peo­ple have false mem­o­ries of Nel­son Man­dela dying in prison in the 1980s.  And how about that “famous” paint­ing of Henry VIII hold­ing that turkey drum­stick?  Yeah, about that, it doesn’t exist.




So, are we sim­ply being nos­tal­gic?  Rus­sell Smith of The Globe and Mail News sums it up quite nicely: “Really this is a dis­cus­sion of nos­tal­gia: about child­hood and its inac­ces­si­ble per­fec­tion. Peo­ple are miffed when they are told that their childhood…is not exactly as they remem­ber.  They want to claim child­hood as some­thing dif­fer­ent from real­ity, as a myth that should remain untouched, inac­ces­si­ble.  It is a poetic impulse, really, not a philo­soph­i­cal one, and often expressed in art.  The past is a for­eign country…they do things dif­fer­ently there.”

So what do you remem­ber Bearen­stein or Bearenstain?

Does the spelling really matter...the bears taught us so many life lessons.

Does the spelling really matter…the bears taught us so many life lessons.

24 Aug

It’s Leslie Knope’s Favorite Holiday: Waffle Day


I hope you’re eat­ing break­fast all day because it is Leslie Knope’s favorite hol­i­day: National Waf­fle Day!!!  On August 24, 1869, Cor­nelius Swarthout of Troy, New York, patented the waf­fle iron (Patent num­ber 94,043 for all of you out there who still think you’re going to win Jeop­ardy one day).   In 1953, Eggo frozen waf­fles were devel­oped. Did you know that the Ancient Greeks were the first waf­fle mak­ers?  They cooked flat cakes between two metal plates held over burn­ing embers.

I don't know Leslie, I don't know...

I don’t know Leslie, I don’t know…

Now that you know the basic his­tory of the waf­fle, here are some eggo-celent waf­fle quotes from the bad­dest bitch in Pawnee, Indiana.

We all like waffles, especially when we're in the hospital.

We all like waf­fles, espe­cially when we’re in the hospital.

We need to remem­ber what’s impor­tant in life: friends, waf­fles, work.  Or waf­fles, friends, work.  Doesn’t mat­ter, but work is third.”


Every­one should love waf­fles.  If they don’t they’re crazy.”

All waffles should be friendship wafles!

All waf­fles should be friend­ship wafles!

Leslie mea­sures time in terms of waf­fles:  “Maria, I’m going to need two hours worth of waffles.”

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JJ: “Sure, any­thing for my favorite cus­tomer.”
Leslie: “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
JJ: “Oh no, no.  Actu­ally you are my favorite.  You’ve spent over a thou­sand dol­lars last year on waf­fles alone.”

22 Aug

Vesuvius Day…reimagined!

 Explosive!  Fiery!

Explo­sive! Fiery!

In 2001 I was in sixth grade, and I wrote a short story about a girl who died in the erup­tion of Mount Vesu­vius on August 24, 79 AD.  When I found out we cel­e­brate Vesu­vius Day at Kards Unlim­ited, I was inspired by my sixth grade self and knew I had to write a new story.  So here it is!  Enjoy!  And if you like his­tor­i­cal fic­tion, Kit Har­ring­ton sexy-man extra­or­di­naire is in a film aptly named Pom­peii.  Clearly, he still plays some­one who knows noth­ing because his char­ac­ter doesn’t leave Pom­peii when a “moun­tain” i.e. super dan­ger­ous vol­cano, starts going all wibbly-wobbly.  

Steamy!  But is it best kiss material?

Steamy! But is it best kiss material?



10:00AM August 23, 79 AD
Dear Diary,
I am spend­ing my sum­mer in Pom­peii and I’ve just arrived!  Mount Vesu­vius is so green and beau­ti­ful I wish I could live here year round.  Pom­peii may be the lush­est and green­est place I’ve seen in all of Rome!  There are orchards and vine­yards every­where; just a tes­ta­ment to our favor in the eyes of the gods.  Although the vil­las, grand baths, and painted cary­atids are lovely, I always pre­fer nat­ural beauty.  The hus­tle and bus­tle of the work­ing class has a beauty all its own; another rea­son I love vaca­tion­ing here.  This city is a true melt­ing pot.  I can walk next to slaves and freemen alike.  Like worker bees in a bee­hive, peo­ple move rhyth­mi­cally, with pur­pose.  Mer­chants, man­u­fac­tur­ers, and farm­ers all work together to make this won­drous city run smoothly. I admire the work­ers and the slaves.  My days are so unbear­ably mind­less and bor­ing.  Although I am “noble” and wealthy, my life seems so unim­por­tant com­pared to theirs.  They live; I watch.  Even the pros­ti­tutes have a more glam­orous life than I.  


I want more than any­thing to live.  I guess I’m only six­teen, so there’s plenty of time.  But isn’t that always what peo­ple say before some­thing tragic hap­pens?  “I thought I had more time.”  Even eighty year olds on the brink of death mum­ble about think­ing they had more time.  It’s sad really.  I’m so tired of wait­ing for my life to start.  

I am going to a fes­ti­val tonight with my best friend, Octavia!  She knows how to live!  Octavia has been our house ser­vant for the past eight years. I can­not believe she has been a slave her whole life.  I look for­ward to spend­ing my sum­mers with her every year.  Last year, before I left to go back to Rome, I kissed her.  I don’t know what came over me.  It just felt right.  I never had a chance to talk with her about it.  Daddy saw and smacked me later.  He said that that sort of behav­ior is for whores and serv­ing girls.  He says the only girls that do that are the ones who get paid.  It isn’t a thing proper girls should do.  I don’t like any of the boys in Rome.  I also don’t like that I will most likely be a bar­gain­ing chip for my father to gain more polit­i­cal power once he decides to marry me off.  With my luck it’ll be to a man just like him, but maybe even older.  


Daddy doesn’t want Octavia and I to have any sort of friend­ship.  He says that a politician’s daugh­ter should not asso­ciate with peo­ple below her sta­tion.  Daddy is such a social climber, soon enough I won’t be able to asso­ciate with any­one.  Mother doesn’t care about my friend­ship with Octavia, as long as Mother’s wine glass is full, she doesn’t care about any­thing, least of all me.


8:00AM August 23, 79 AD
Dear Diary,
Today is the day Lucre­tia finally arrives for the sum­mer!  This past year has been so try­ing, I’m look­ing for­ward to spend­ing some qual­ity time with my best friend.  I just hope her father isn’t too over­bear­ing.  I’ll just make sure his wine gob­let is over­flow­ing at all times and he’s occu­pied with the appro­pri­ate kind of flesh.  I haven’t told Lucre­tia about her father’s las­civ­i­ous ways.  I’m sure she has an idea; how could she not?  I’ve walked in on him with the sta­ble boys more times than I can count.  Some­times, I’ve even walked in on him with the horses.  His wife def­i­nitely knows; why else would she keep her­self in a con­stant stu­por?  I work in a house filled with secrets and bal­anc­ing them so that no one is the wiser is my most impor­tant respon­si­bil­ity.  Lucretia’s father is the most con­trol­ling man I have ever met.  


They are decent enough peo­ple to work for though.  They never abuse me, like other slave own­ers have in the past, they feed me well, and, for the most part, they let me have a friend­ship with Lucre­tia.  Slaves have upward mobil­ity, so one day I hope they decide to grant me my free­dom.  I could also marry a free­man and declare a child before the mag­is­trate, but mar­riage has never been some­thing I want.  I may be a slave, but I have free­dom.  I look at Lucretia’s life and it’s more con­trolled than mine is.  Sure, she’s pro­tected from a lot of ter­ri­ble things in this world, but she doesn’t have any real friends and rarely leaves her lit­tle pro­tec­tive bubble.


Tonight, Lucre­tia and I are going to the fes­ti­val to appease the god Vul­can.  Vul­can is the god of metal work­ers and destruc­tion.  I hope to show her a grand time!  She kissed me before she left last year.  I’ve been think­ing about that kiss all year.  Lucre­tia has the most beau­ti­ful eyes I’ve ever seen, soft and cat-like.  That night on the dock, when she kissed me good­bye, her eyes seemed to glow like fire­flies.  Lucretia’s par­ents are hav­ing a feast before the fes­ti­val.  I will have to cook and serve, but they always get the high­est qual­ity food so I don’t mind. I’m expect­ing a feast of grapes, apples, figs, and fish.  Fish is a sta­ple here in Pom­peii.  Our shell mid­dens are huge!  Any­way, I should prob­a­bly get to cook­ing, if I’m going to be pre­pared for this feast. I want every­thing to be per­fect!


Noon August 23, 79 AD
Dear Diary,
It’s another rumbly day in Pom­peii.  Tremors are pretty com­mon here, but they are more pow­er­ful this year.  Maybe it’s all in my head, but Vesu­vius also looks larger and the sea level looks lower. I have never heard of a moun­tain grow­ing in size, so it must be in my head.  Unless of course it’s a warn­ing from the god Vulcan.  

Thanks NASA! Further proof that Vesuvius is a big ass ornery volcano.

Thanks NASA! Fur­ther proof that Vesu­vius is a big ass ornery volcano.

In 62 AD, I was born.  My mother says that Vul­can was angry because I was stub­born and wouldn’t leave her belly, so he sent an earth­quake to shake me out.  The ground shook and Mother’s water broke, then I came scream­ing out!  I wish mother would tell more sto­ries like she used to.  Now she’s always star­ing into a gob­let of wine.  She used to be so full of life; and now, she’s dead.  I think being mar­ried to my father killed her.  She’s a walk­ing corpse, so far removed from real­ity she doesn’t even real­ize I’m here.  I try to take her on walks to the sea with me, but her hands shake like Vesu­vius when she’s away from her wine.  


Any­way, strange signs have been occur­ring for days.  I hope the ora­cle pre­dicts that Vul­can is pleased with Pom­peii, but it doesn’t seem likely.  After the earth­quake in 62 AD destroyed tem­ples, homes, and altars, peo­ple rebuilt them big­ger and grander than ever before.  This, of course, was in an effort to please Vul­can.  I don’t think the gods lis­ten any­more.  A moun­tain that rum­bles and grows in size and a shrink­ing sea can’t be good.  Maybe the first earth­quake was to warn peo­ple to leave Pom­peii for good.  I love it here, but I feel uneasy.  There’s an eeri­ness about that moun­tain.


10:20 AM July 23, 2015
Dear Diary,
I have never worked at such an impor­tant archae­o­log­i­cal site!  I am doc­u­ment­ing all of it!  I’m on my cookie break writ­ing in you!  I am so for­tu­nate to work at Pom­peii!  My aunt is in charge of an exca­va­tion group here and I was lucky enough to join.  Ever since I was a young girl, Pom­peii has fas­ci­nated me.  Pom­peii is tomb and time cap­sule.  It shows how real ancient Romans lived, even the com­mon­ers.  No other sites show the com­mon­ers in such an illu­mi­nat­ing light.  A trade hub filled with vaca­tion homes, the peo­ple never knew they were liv­ing on an off­shoot of a lava flow.  They never knew they lived inside the “death zone” around Vesuvius.  



In 1748, a farmer found traces of Pom­peii beneath his vine­yard.  Ever since, exca­va­tions have taken place.  I am a descen­dent of said farmer and so is my aunt.  I guess being fas­ci­nated by Pom­peii is inher­ited!  Archae­ol­o­gists have been dig­ging through the mas­sive pile of vol­canic ash and mud for hun­dreds of years unearthing death poses, stat­ues, altars, vil­las, mosaics, and, my per­sonal favorite, the beau­ti­ful mar­ble cary­atids.  It’s funny to think we under­stand so much about their lives from their deaths.  


We have been exca­vat­ing since early May and I found some­thing that could be one of the most impor­tant finds to date.  Even more excit­ing than find­ing out that cary­atids were painted!  I have found two diaries which may con­tain first­hand accounts of the erup­tion.  I believe they belonged to two girls who lived in a vaca­tion villa.  We are exca­vat­ing around two bod­ies in the lower sec­tion of the house now.  There are two shapes in the frigi­dar­ium, roughly the same size lying next to each other hug­ging.  It’s like they were try­ing to seek shel­ter in the coolest place imag­in­able.  They must have been burned ter­ri­bly before they died together.  I don’t know if they were best friends, lovers, or two strangers united by their con­fronta­tion of a grim and ter­ri­fy­ing death.  I can’t wait to get it trans­lated.  The only first­hand account in exis­tence is by Pliny the Younger and, no offense to Pliny, but the diaries of two teenage girls would be the find of the century!  


One things for sure, they were never going to escape a ten mile mush­room cloud of ash and pumice that erupted for twelve hours.  A giant cloud of hot ash and gas surged down Vesu­vius, engulf­ing the city and burn­ing or asphyx­i­at­ing all the peo­ple who stayed in their cel­lars.  The lethal cloud was fol­lowed by a flood of vol­canic mud and rock which buried the city.  The erup­tion lasted three days.  The only way to sur­vive was to leave and many who tried didn’t make it out in time.  After the erup­tion, the sea retreated and a tsunami rolled in.  If the gods truly did favor cer­tain cities, Pom­peii and Her­cu­la­neum were not those cities.

Two lovers.

Two lovers.

20 Aug

I Sing the Body Fantastic: an Appreciation of Ray Bradbury

Look at that punim.

Look at that punim.

If we lis­tened to our intel­lect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friend­ship. We’d never go into busi­ness, because we’d be cyn­i­cal. Well, that’s non­sense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”


I admit from the out­set that I am not a very good Brad­bury fan.  Brad­bury, born 22 August 1920, pub­lished at least 27 nov­els and over 600 short sto­ries (and likely wrote a ton more-he wrote reli­giously every day for almost 70 years) and I’ve only ever read one of his books, Fahren­heit, 451 and I only thought it was ok.  One of his works that has stuck with me since I first saw it, though, is the made-for-TV movie The Elec­tric Grand­mother writ­ten by Brad­bury and based on his short story I Sing the Body Elec­tric (named for a Walt Whit­man poem).

The movie tells the story of a wid­ower and his three chil­dren who obtain an android grand­mother to help assuage the loss of their wife/mother.  It’s a lovely and heart-wrenching story and it affected me very strongly as a kid.  Ray really knew how to hit you right in the feels, man.

Despite not hav­ing a great ground­ing in his works, I do really love Ray Brad­bury for his love of and com­mit­ment to the art and craft of writ­ing.  Aspir­ing writ­ers now have so much dis­cour­ag­ing them (us) from pur­su­ing our goals that it’s great to have the moral sup­port of some­one so influ­en­tial in the field.

Thanks, Ray.

I know you’ve heard it a thou­sand times before. But it’s true – hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to prac­tice, prac­tice, prac­tice. If you don’t love some­thing, then don’t do it.”

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19 Aug

Happy Birthday Great Bird of the Galaxy!

Gene Roddenberry’s birth­day is August 19!  To cel­e­brate, here are nine­teen fun facts relat­ing to the creator/king of Star Trek and his enter­prise (see what I did there…enterprise.  HAH)!


  1. His first pub­lished work was about his children’s bunnies!!!
  2. Went through Peace Offi­cer train­ing at UCLA.
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  3. He was the first mem­ber of his fam­ily to earn a col­lege degree.  It was an asso­ciates in police science.
  4. One of the found­ing mem­bers of the Asso­ci­a­tion for Pro­fes­sional Law Enforce­ment: “We are of the opin­ion that pro­fes­sional ethics and prac­ti­cal police work are com­pletely com­pat­i­ble and we intend to meet together to pro­mote this compatibility.”
  5. Obtained his pilot’s license through the US Army Air Corps.

    Gotta love a man in uniform.

    Gotta love a man in uniform.

  6. He wrote scripts under the pseu­do­nym “Robert Wes­ley” because a for­tune cookie advised that, “A change of name will bring you fame.”
  7. He flew 89 com­bat mis­sions dur­ing WWII.
  8. He passed his police sergeants exam on his first attempt.
  9. He believed all con­tem­po­rary reli­gions would dis­ap­pear by the 23rd cen­tury.
  10. He was friends with Ray Brad­bury and even asked Brad­bury to write for Star Trek; unfor­tu­nately Brad­bury refused.
  11. Wes­ley Crusher’s char­ac­ter was mod­eled after Rod­den­berry as a teen.  (Man, he must have been an insuf­fer­able teen!)

    "Shut up Wesley."-Said everyone ever

    Shut up Wesley.”-Said every­one ever

  12. Star Trek was cre­ated in 1964.  Star Trek: The Next Gen­er­a­tion was cre­ated in 1987.
  13. He worked for the “Pub­lic Infor­ma­tion Divi­sion” of the police as a speechwriter.
  14. He was an avid fan of the John Carter of Mars series.
  15. He was a major drug abuser which added to his health prob­lems later in life.
  16. In physics, a “Rod­den­berry” marks the dis­tance trav­eled at light speed dur­ing a “trav­eler year”…whatever that means…
  17. He was an adul­ter­ous man-slut.  Sorry Gene, you were.
  18. Mar­tin Luther King, Jr. and his wife were avid Trek fans!  It was one of the only pro­grams they felt com­fort­able let­ting their kids watch.
  19. In 1992, his ashes were flown into space.
18 Aug

August Book Club Review

 Thank you to every­one who came out to dis­cuss THE STRAIN with us at Book Club!

On Sun­day, Book Club got together to talk about the book that is now an FX TV-show: The Strain by Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan. The TV show based on the tril­ogy of books is now in it’s sec­ond sea­son, and is pretty bloody and gross and pre­sum­ably won­der­ful. I have per­son­ally not watched it, but we’ve had a lot of peo­ple look­ing for the books because they enjoy the show.

So what did we think about this book? Well, as a whole, we were pretty under­whelmed. This book was suf­fi­ciently gross for those of us who wanted some­thing bloody and full of bod­ily flu­ids, but oth­er­wise it wasn’t really scary and some­times was a lit­tle too full of facts that hin­dered the plot movement.

One of our book club mem­bers did read the entire series before book club and was able to tell us what hap­pens in the later books. Nor­mally we try to be spoiler free, but this time there was no one who read the books and cared so much about the story line that they didn’t want to be spoiled. And in fact the major­ity of us have agree that we aren’t inter­ested in read­ing the sequels.

Okay, so full dis­clo­sure though, the peo­ple who were most vocal about not car­ing for the book don’t really care for hor­ror. So maybe if you’re really into the genre it would be bet­ter or dif­fer­ent or something.

something_wicked_this_way_comes_by_sharksden-d6w8ntcHow­ever, that being said, let me just say that as a per­son who hates read­ing scary things, I was not impressed by this book. I per­son­ally read the first cou­ple of chap­ters hes­i­tantly because I was afraid that I would get scared. but I never did. Not once.

Pos­i­tive thoughts on the book were that we did like the new take on the clas­sic Vam­pire story. It was unique and inter­est­ing. It was not a virus though, despite the title and the book elud­ing to it as a virus. That was a bit misleading.

Any­way. that’s what we thought about the book. If you have thoughts, we would love to hear them! Please tell us why you love/hate this book series!

Our next book con­tin­ues in the dark vein: We’re read­ing Ray Bradbury’s clas­sic, Some­thing Wicked This Way Comes. Join us on Sep­tem­ber 27th to talk about it!
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14 Aug

Steve Martin’s Birthday!


Today is Steve Martin’s 70th birth­day! He is an incred­i­ble and intel­li­gent man who can literally–I mean figuratively–do any­thing. He’s a tal­ented actor, play­wright, come­dian, writer, and musi­cian. He taught him­self to play the banjo at a young age, had his first child at 67, and is an ardent col­lec­tor of fine art. He has writ­ten many screen­plays, such as The Jerk and Rox­anne, and three excel­lent fic­tion nov­els and novel­las: Shop­girl, The Plea­sure of My Com­pany, and An Object of Beauty (avail­able at Kards!). Just this year he won an AFI Life­time Achieve­ment Award and was inducted into the Amer­i­can Banjo Museum Hall of Fame. So, why not cel­e­brate the day he was born with some of his blue­grass music, All of Me (arguably one of his best films), his com­edy, or one of his nov­els? Or, cre­ate a drink named after him (A “steve martin(i)” per­haps? No, not that Steve Mar­tini.) to toast his exis­tence, if you’re into that sort of thing. For now, I’ll leave you with a clip from one of my favorite Steve Mar­tin movies:

Dirty Rot­ten Scoundrels (1988)

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