So yesterday I had this terrible headache, thought my head was going to explode; it was so bad I left work early. Came back to work today, seems to have gone away.
So, we got to go to Magic Kingdom with Ryley this past weekend, and of course his favorite ride was Small World (which I remember from the 1964 World's Fair) and we had to do it twice. And the figures seem about Ryley's size (just under 3') so they're not small to him(hence the reworking of the theme song...). Yeah, it was so much fun,
Marilyn Chambers, whose work ranged from a photograph on a laundry soap (Ivory Snow) package to pornographic films, was found dead in her home on Sunday in Santa Clarita, California. Chambers starred in the 1972 Behind the Green Door, which The New York Times describes as “a pornographic film about a woman who is abducted to a theater and ravished in front of an audience, ultimately to her great satisfaction, by both men and women.” Released the same year as Deep Throat, it “is generally credited with helping establish a mainstream market for pornography.” Chambers tried to cross over into mainstream acting with a small part in The Owl and the Pussycat (1970) and a role in David Kronenberg’s Rabid (1977), but remained in sex films. “I thought there would be a chance to cross over,” she once said. “Boy, was I wrong.” Chambers was 56.
By Stephen King: A change of venue for the master, a novel set in Florida(!) instead of Maine. To me, this made it more enjoyable since many of the locales I've been to or through over the years that I've been here in Florida. Edgar Freemantle moves to Duma Key after a near fatal accident (or was it?) in which he loses one arm and survives a partially crushed skull. On the up-side, he finds a talent for drawing, and later painting which he wasn't aware he had. At the height of his success, everything goes to hell...and that's all I can tell you without ruining it for you.
By Julian Shear & William Marsden: Not paved with good intentions, at least not in Canada. So you thought the Hell's Angels were just a biker gang who enjoyed raping & pillaging. Well, apparently in Canada they also control the drug trade, run the shipping docks, and threaten police. Yeah, pretty scary book. And oddly enough, they had a big hangout/resort in Nanaimo, where my Mom lives; though all the times we've been there can't say I ever saw any bikers. Certainly glad about that, after reading this book.
So this one was pretty good, an Italian Artisanal beer. Bought this at 67 Wine & Spirits in Pompano Beach, Fl. If you're ever there, check it out; many, many beers both foreign and microbrewed domestic. And quite a larger coolerful too, besides the 2+ aisles of unrefrigerated beer. If I lived closer, it would be a dangerous place, and the list would hit 1000 fairly quickly.
