I gues it would be cool to be a body at the morgue.
I went to a casting call a few weeks ago with my boyfriend because he thought it would be fun (it wasn’t). I filled out my application somewhat flippantly, as in:
Hair Length: Longish
Skin color: Pale (in winter)
Surprisingly enough, I received a text message instructing me to call a number and leave a message if I’m available tomorrow for a filming of Law & Order: SVU. I have a job that I love very much and do not intending on leaving, ever, if possible, but maybe I’ll call and get the details. I told my boss, and she said she’d like to be able to tell people her assistant was on it.
But I’m mildly insulted: the casting agency thinks I look like a victim? I should kick their butts.
Pushing Daisies Now DC Comic Pushing Daisies, the recently canceled cult-favorite surreal comedy on ABC about a baker who can raise the dead, will become a 12-part comic from DC Comics. The project was originally rumored to publish with Marvel Comics. Bryan Fuller, the show’s producer, announced the deal at the Museum of Television and Radio’s Paley Fest. The comic will feature the heroes facing off against a horde of 1,000 zombies in a dramatic storyline originally intended for a movie spin-off of the show. The comic should be arriving in stores this fall, and the last three episodes of Pushing Daisies will air on ABC starting May 30. More information is available at this article on E!Online.
“There would be hard times, but what did I care if we had hard times? The branches of my love were wide, and they caught the rain and the snow. We would be okay, the two of us together. We would be okay.”—Carolyn Parkhurst (The Dogs of Babel)
“Feeling…clamoured wildly. “Oh, comply!” it said. “…soothe him; save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?” Still indomitable was the reply: “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad—as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation…They have a worth—so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane—quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs.”—Charlotte Brontë (Jane Eyre)
“In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?”—James Joyce (The Dead)
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously arrived, green and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”—Charlotte Brontë (Jane Eyre)
In 1797, Thomas Cadell made one of the greatest mistakes in publishing history. A Hampshire clergyman had written to him, offering a three-volume novel for publication by a first-time author. Without a word of encouragement, Cadell declined the book, manuscript unseen, by return of post.
Unfortunately for Cadell, the clergyman was the Revd George Austen, soliciting publication on his daughter Jane’s behalf, and the novel in question was an early version of Pride and Prejudice, recently voted the one book that the British nation can’t do without.
Mark Bostridge’s review of Claire Harman’s Austenmania: Jane’s Fame: How Jane Austen Conquered the World
It’s free ice cream cone day at Ben and Jerry’s. A friend and I waited 45 minutes for our cones. All that is now left is a stain of half-baked frozen yogurt on my sleeve, a scrumptious reminder of what was.