If you're gonna have a ton of fucking notes throughout the book, can you please have them on their corresponding pages, and not at the back of the book so I gotta fucking spend all goddam day flipping back and forth?David Copperfield, I'm now looking at you.
Also, how bout making sure it's gonna be a RELEVANT footnote? i.e., maybe I don't necessarily need to know if a certain rank in Russian civil service is 5th or 6th in rank. Grrr. - XMASTIME
That data confirms that brands don’t need to have employees show up to stores to generate holiday sales on Thanksgiving Day — they can simply offer discounts online. Stores can also generate good will by staying closed on the holiday, preserving their employees’ ability to spend it with family and friends, and avoid the hundreds of online petitions that sprung up this year protesting holiday hours.
Perhaps most ironic is the fact that Oscar’s father, Sir William R.W. Wilde was one of Ireland’s most eminent ear surgeons and who often treated ear infections like the one that killed his son. In his well-received 1853 textbook, “Practical Observations on Aural Surgery and the Nature and Treatment of the Diseases of the Ear,” Sir William warned of the infectious and deadly power of discharges from the ear: “…so long as otorrhoea [ear discharge] is present, we never can tell how, when, or what it may lead to.” His son’s course of illness proves this morbid observation all too well.I've never actually read one of his books, but Oscar Wilde was a fucking quote machine.
The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is.Of course a quick Google search finds a ton more.
The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young know everything.
I can resist everything except temptation.
I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.
It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But... it is better to be good than to be ugly.
I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china.
Apparently Starr’s kept the record in a bank vault in London for over 35 years and has finally decided to bring it out for auction. The starting bid? $20,000.Starts at $20k??! Now THAT'S a joke.
As Dangerous Minds explains, it’s widely accepted that copies one to four are in the possession of the four Beatles’ members. But it’s also been assumed that No. 0000001 belongs to John Lennon. It’s even an assumption shared by Paul McCartney, who said Lennon “shouted loudest”. As it turns out, Ringo owns the copy and And now a well-heeled Beatles’ collector has the chance to buy it.
Back In The U.S.S.R.
Dear Prudence
Birthday
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Sexy Sadie
Happiness Is A Warm Gun
I'm So Tired
Piggies
Rocky Raccoon
Don't Pass Me By
Mother Nature's Son
Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey
Helter Skelter
Good Night
On Saturday morning my dad would drop my brother and I off at Jimmy the Barber's for our haircuts, loudly proclaiming to Jimmy each time "Jimmy, I want them to have BOY haircuts." I don't know what he was scared of; I never once heard of Jimmy pissing off a father in town by giving a kid a beehive or something. Not once did I hear Jimmy look at a young buck and say "I'm gonna cut your hair like Strawberry Shortcake!" Then my brother and I would sit amongst the dozen or so 50 year old farmers in there, reading Reader's Digest while the old codgers shot the shit about tractors and crops and other shit we had no idea what they were talking about. After about three hours of waiting you'd get waved over to the chair by Jimmy (until I went to college I thought his last name was in fact "Thebarber") who would chop it all off in about 17 seconds, all while getting in what was a clinic on small talk "how you boys been playing ball this year how the team lookin saw your daddy rollin overB attery the other day yeah he's a good ol boy which one are you, part or no part whatchu say whatchu say bout it boy" BAM! taking off the shower curtain wrapped round your neck, you're outta the chair. I'd wonder what went on over at some girl named Robin's shop, where all my rich friends got their hair cut. Sorry, styled. I'd picture over at Robin's there's a real-life Pizza Hut buffet set up while girls in pajamas would come over and dance along to J. Geil's "Centerfold", wildly applauding each snip of the scissors and spreading all the 5th grade gossip while dancing the watusi and eating baby egg rolls. Meanwhile I'm sitting for three hours listening to Field & Stream come to life during mudbogging season, each old cuss more ornery than the last re: what pussies the military has become, unlike when they were fighting the Japs outfitted with only some shoestring and the knowledge of the difference between right (us/jesus) and wrong (them/slant-eyed jesus.)
During my haircut career as a kid, Jimmy the Barber got married maybe, oh, 76 times. I'm not even kidding, every other fucking time you'd try to go by his shop there'd be a sign on the door "GONE ON HONEYMOON, BACK NEXT WEEK." And what do you know, the next time you'd be there during lunchtime some new woman would breeze in with a bag lunch for him, give him a big sloppy kiss on the lips and leave him beaming.
Cap. Doffed.RIP Jimmy the Barber, have fun standing behind that big barber chair in the sky...oh wait you're probably off on your honeymoon anyway ;)
Thirty years have passed since The Jesus and Mary Chain’s Psychocandy first enveloped and challenged adventurous ears, and the album still sounds just as fresh and vital, equal parts of mercurial grandeur and danger. A new generation of millennials first heard “Just Like Honey” high in the mix at the poignant climax to Sofia Coppola’s 2003 existential dramedy Lost In Translation, soundtracking the moment when Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson reunite in Tokyo to realize that they love each other. It’s the perfect love song for a film about strangers out of place, both warm and alien.I love love love this album, but there's one song that introduced me to it.
Plainly stated, if France hadn’t supported the United States during the American Revolution, there wouldn’t be a United States today. George Washington was a great general, but the Continental Army simply didn’t have the money, men, training, or seafaring vessels necessary to defeat the British. At the war’s outset, France secretly provided to the Americans trained officers, money, ammunition, and gunpowder. This contributed directly to the staggering victory of the Continentals over the British at the Battle of Saratoga in 1777. Upon news of the British defeat, Louis XVI of France decided to go all-in. France signed the aforementioned Treaty of Alliance and the Treaty of Amity and Commerce, and started sending serious firepower to the colonies."But Xmastime", you say in the voice of Craig “Ironhead” Heyward from those soap commercials (RIP), “didn't you point this out 6 years ago?"
What’s the most entertaining conspiracy theory you ever read about yourself?
That military exercises we were doing in Texas were designed to begin martial law so that I could usurp the Constitution and stay in power longer. Anybody who thinks I could get away with telling Michelle I’m going to be president any longer than eight years does not know my wife.
DB: Have you read it?
M: Yes I have.
DB: And?M: Well… I… I understood most of it.
DB: Thank you. That’s very kind of you.M: You’re welcome.
DB: Mange tout.M: Now that you’re an author, do you have any advice for any budding writers out there?
DB: A question that I’ve been asked a lot lately is whether great writing ability is a God given gift, or if it’s something that can be learned.
Well, if I’m anything to go by, it’s the latter. I mean, I couldn’t even write my own name till I was fourteen.
Honestly, if I had a pound for all the times I’ve been told I have no talent whatsoever as a writer, I’d be richer than Slobodan Milosevic by now.M: Slobodan Milosevic?
DB: Yeah, you know, the bloke what owns Chelsea football club.
