In May, 2006, Maupin and Turner were going up to the Lake District, and McKellen had hitched a ride to Grange-Over-Sands, where he was making fortnightly visits to his ninety-six-year-old stepmother, Gladys. As a teen-ager, McKellen had had a strained relationship with Gladys; in adulthood, he had grown devoted to her, the oldest witness to his life. Now senile, however, Gladys had become convinced that the only reason McKellen came to see her so often was that he was having an affair with her cleaning lady. “Ian spun it as a great source of laughs,” Maupin said. “He said, ‘She wasn’t even an attractive cleaning lady. She had an ass like the back-end of two lorries.’” McKellen tried repeatedly to disabuse Gladys of the notion, but she persisted. Finally, in frustration, he said, “Gladys, for heaven’s sake, I’m gay.”
“So they say,” she said.
(No link. I bloodied my goddamn finger typing this for you ingrates.)
Though Ms. Paley’s work also rings with Irish and Italian and black voices, it was for the language of her childhood, a heady blend of Yiddish, Russian and English, that she was best known. Reviewers sometimes called her prose postmodern, but all of it — even the death-defying, almost surreal turns of logic that were a stylistic hallmark — was already present in Yiddish oral tradition. For instance:
A man meets a friend on the street.
“So, how’s by you?” the friend asks.
“Ach,” the man replies. “My wife left me; the children don’t call; business is bad. With life so terrible, better not to have been born.”
“Yes,” his friend says. “But how many are so lucky? Not one in ten thousand.”
I’m a clean guy, I take daily showers in a public shower of a church.
I do not use drugs, but I smoke a lot Inside the Van.
The Van is clean but we have to share it.
If you have to pee in the middle of the night you can do it in a Cup (40 oz. cup will do it).
I’ll sleep in the back, you’ll sleep in the front.
Because is Summer, the Van is closed due to the incredible heat inside during the hours of 11 am. and 7pm. Sorry, no AC.
No visits allowed inside of the Van.
No bills to pay.
Sorry no cats or dogs allowed.
I think it’s more of a color-discrimination thing.
South Carolina’s prisons director on Tuesday defended a policy of punishing inmates who perform sex acts by dressing them in pink, despite a lawsuit claiming the rule subjects prisoners to ridicule.
Besides, the guy hasn’t even seen himself in pink yet:
Inmate Sherone Nealous, 31, filed the lawsuit in June 2006, claiming the Corrections Department “is placing inmates’ lives and physical well-being in danger.”
“The color ‘pink’ in an all male environment no doubt causes derision and verbal and physical attacks on a person’s manhood. This policy also gives correctional officers an easy avenue to label an inmate,” Nealous, who is serving a 10-year sentence for assault and battery with intent to kill, wrote in his lawsuit. Nealous has never actually donned the pink jumpsuit, according to agency spokesman Josh Gelinas. Nealous is currently separated from the general population, Gelinas said.
It’s kinda like “The Straight Story,” but with a jackass. Oh, wait, is a jackass a mule? Whatever happened to Doctor Cocktail? He could answer that question.
Maday said he lost his driver’s license 10 years ago after he was accused in a hit-and-run, and was having a hard time finding work in Minnesota. He heard that Wyoming had plenty of jobs that paid well.
He set out with two mules. About a month ago, both mules got loose and one was hit by a car. It had to be euthanized.
Maday arrived at the Department of Workforce Services office on Friday morning wearing a torn shirt, dusty blue jeans, spurs and a cowboy hat. Astride his brown and silver mule, Henry, he caused several double-takes.
He didn’t stay long. He said some teenagers had yelled “uncalled for” things at him while he was riding into town the night before.
Lemme guess. They called his mule a donkey? Taking away your driver’s license if you are accused sounds fishy to me, but then again, I don’t even know a donkey from a jackass.
The toll in a horrific quadruple bombing in an area of mud and stone houses in the remote northern desert on Tuesday evening reached at least 250 dead and 350 wounded, several local officials said Wednesday, making it the deadliest coordinated attack since the American-led invasion of Iraq in 2003.
Rescuers and recovery teams were still digging through as many as 200 flattened houses, and the death toll could still rise significantly, the officials said.
“It is impossible for us to give an exact figure for the dead and wounded,” said Dr. Kifah Kattu, director general of the hospital in Sinjar, a few miles north of where the explosions occurred. As an example, he cited one village in the area of the explosions, called Al Aziz, where he said 40 of the village’s simple homes had been obliterated and no dead or wounded had yet been recovered.
” … if a developer manages to convert the landmark Little Country Church of Hollywood into a combination bar, restaurant and church.
Vytas Juskys sees the historic New England-style clapboard sanctuary as an ideal addition to Hollywood’s burgeoning night-life scene, offering live entertainment and two outdoor free-standing bars, plus space for regular religious services.
The concept would certainly be a new twist in the trendy Hollywood club culture, which has seen dozens of new establishments open along its main boulevard and surrounding streets in recent years. The area already has a club centered around a movie screening room, a celebrity-filled eatery in an old Victorian house and a bar in an old rail car. Juskys, who is in his mid-30s, says he understands what sort of entertainment venues are needed in Hollywood.
But a bar that doubles as a church? Some residents find that a little sacrilegious. And the developer is feeling the wrath — if not from God, then from city planners who say Juskys’ proposal doesn’t include enough parking.”
