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1. Work is making me crazy again. So crazy, I bought wine and chips and vodka on the way home. And am off to watch General Hospital and Mad Men. Speaking of which, co-worker who despises Mad Men but can't stop watching it, sent me the following links:

Mad Men Links:

http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/tv/hands_off_sally_7BVSqUqC1kRBCufb7TrjSI

http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/tv/is_peggy_off_mad_men_for_good_RIdZ17vR3RzEvNbsAMmPZP

http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/stergling_reputation_oluT1sjmbzQQEuPv7DsZAL

http://www.nypost.com/p/news/business/marvel_ous_qfNQXAHTOZvvo0WacyYW8O

http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/john_slattery_on_jon_hamm_he_gets_FbbGHplcyqlLf8OLi3NVfI

Warning all of them contain spoilers, I accidentally got spoiled on Sunday night's episode reading the second link.

2. Mark Watches made it to Intervention and I didn't realize Disharmony and Intervention aired at the same time. ( thoughts on Harmony and Angel, which are pretty controversial and sure to piss off die-hard Harm/Angel fans on my flist, not to mention a few Cordy fans. Therefore please skip this bit, for both our sakes. That's why the cut is there. )

Ray Bradbury...in Memorium...

Flist is honoring Ray Bradbury who died today...at 91. 91 feels younger now than it did yesterday. Very odd.

From the October 1973 issue of Literary Cavalcade:

You must write every single day of your life.

You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head — vulgar one moment, brilliant the next.

You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to snuff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

- Ray Bradbury...

Well two out of three isn't bad. I'm admittedly allergic to libraries. Blame the HW Wilson Company, and mold. But I'm not allergic to books. And I did lurk in libraries up until the rip old age of 35. So there's that. Now, I've discovered the internet, and Kindle, where I can get my hands on books that don't reside in libraries...which was always my frustration with libraries - they never had the books I wanted.

I believe that no matter the quality of the book - it's never a waste reading one. Doesn't matter how well or badly it is written, you always learn something from it. Never a waste a time. Sometimes something as simple as...this doesn't quite work for me...can mean a lot. I don't regret anything I've read. And to date, I've read over 4,000 books and counting. Some brilliant, some horrific, and in every genre imaginable. Read. Read. Read.
Whatever you can find. Whatever you can see. For when you read, you see inside another brain and escape into another pov, learn another language, learn a new thing and change just a bit in the process. When you read you exercise your brain.

My favorite Ray Bradbury short story is The Veldt...which I read at the age of 12 or 13. I think I also read Dandalion Wine, but don't remember it. Definitely read The Martian Chronicles, which I do remember. Something Wicked This Way Comes. And my favorite..the homage to books, Farenheit 451. But I like The Veldt the best, it haunts me.
( Selection from The Veldt )

- From The Veldt by Ray Bradbury.

Go here for full story: http://www.veddma.com/veddma/Veldt.htm

Off to shower and to read. My favorite past time.