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Archive for April 12th, 2007

Quote O’ The Day

Posted by scott on April 12th, 2007

From the LA Times obituary of actor Roscoe Lee Brown:

He…recalled that early in his career, a director told him that his speech sounded “white.” Browne’s response was simple and to the point: “We had a white maid.”

Kurt Vonnegut Has Come Unstuck In Time

Posted by scott on April 12th, 2007

Born 1922, Indianapolis, Indiana. Died 2007, New York, New York
Novels

  • Player Piano. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1952.
  • The Sirens of Titan. New York: Dell, 1959.
  • Mother Night. Greenwich, CT: Fawcett, 1962. New York: Harper & Row, 1966 (second edition, first hardcover publication, with a new introduction by the author).
  • Cat’s Cradle. New York: Holt, Rinehart & Winston, 1963.
  • God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. New York: Holt, Rinehart & Winston, 1965.
  • Slaughterhouse-Five. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1969.
  • Breakfast of Champions. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1973.
  • Slapstick. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1976.
  • Jailbird. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1979.
  • Deadeye Dick. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1982.
  • Galapagos. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1985.
  • Bluebeard. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1987.
  • Hocus Pocus. New York: Putnam, 1990.
  • Timequake. New York: Putnam, 1997.

Collected Short Fiction

  • Canary in a Cat House. Greenwich, CT: Fawcett, 1961.
  • Welcome to the Monkey House. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1968.
  • Bagombo Snuff Box. New York: G.P. Putnam Sons, 1999.
  • God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian. New York: Seven Stories Press, 1999.

Dramatic Works

Work for Children

  • Sun/Star/Moon. New York: Harper & Row, 1980 (with illustrations by Ivan Chermayeff).

Collected Nonfiction

*from Vonnegutweb.com

Hey Jimmy, What Lotto Numbers Did You Pick This Week

Posted by scott on April 12th, 2007

Commenter “Harwell” at Tbogg’s establishment brought out this flag-wrapped Precious Moments figurine from Grandma Lileks’ closet of Wartime Nostalgia:

“Can you imagine the parties in Baghdad this week? Hospitals had best make a rubber stamp that says GEORGE, because nine months from now they’re going to use it on every other birth certificate.”

Here’s a link to Nostradamus’ original post, in case you’d like to savor the bouquet of vintage chickenhawk triumphalism, complete with tumescent references to Saddam statues blindfolded by Old Glory, and fist-pumping amens to the spitting cobra-like expectorations that are (were) Donald Rumsfeld:

“You can just imagine what some of the reporters say to one another as they leave the briefing:

I say, what’s that in your hands, there? That pink thing?

Oh, this? It’s my ass. Rumsfeld handed it to me. And I see you have a nice clock there – brand new?

No, it’s quite old, but Rumsfeld cleaned it. Free of charge.”

Nowadays, of course, if Rumsfeld is doing any of the above, it’s on spec, and I have a feeling he hands out asses and cleans clocks the way the pool boy dispenses towels and tidies up the cabanas at the day spa in Calabasas: with deference, alacrity, and the desperate, fingers-crossed hope of a big tip.