Archive - Jun 2012
Apparently part of the money you get from ebt can be used on alcohol, tobacco and gambling.
Allegedly from a Turkish general
"The real problem of having the Americans as your ally is you never know when they will turn around and stab themselves in the back"
Why ask for money and gifts on your wedding day when you can be sending money to Obama? If you would have told me this morning that this ad was up I would have thought you were pulling a prank.
Funniest list I read in a long time. My favorite was
34. If Picard’s engineer has a headache it’s because he wore his Visor for too long. If Kirk’s engineer has a headache it’s because he has a hangover.
Found a quote from Ray Bradbury.
"In science fiction, we dream. In order to colonize in space, to rebuild our cities, which are so far out of whack, to tackle any number of problems, we must imagine the future, including the new technologies that are required."
The age has lost one of its great dreamers.
68 years ago today, the Normandy Invasion took place. This would put one of the final nails into the coffin of Hitler’s regime, bring about the liberation of France and the rest of Western Europe, and cost thousands of Allied lives. One of the bloodiest battles in WWII, those who lived through it still remember it.
One article published today was about an Army Medic, who recounts some of the memories of the invasion that haunts him to this day. Reading about Friedenberg’s life, one vivid sees what a living Hell war is.
The tens of thousands of soldiers, sailors, and airmen; the paratroopers, the pathfinders, the tankers, right down to the men driving the landing craft to the beaches. The fighter pilots and the aircrews the bombers and transport aircraft, and the glider pilots and the troops they carried into Harm’s Way. Courageous men all. They fought hard just to stay alive on the beaches until they could breakthrough and move inland.
Too few of the men and women who fought and served in WWII are left. Many of those share their memories. They truly are the Greatest Generation.
Below are a couple of good articles of people who were there, sharing their memories.
Always remember and honor the high price of Liberty, for so many of these brave young men paid that price for us in full.
Ray Bradbury passed away last night. He was 91, a little more than two months shy of his 92nd birthday. Bradbury, as most anyone reading this article will know, is best known for three major works: Fahrenheit 451, Something Wicked This Way Comes, and The Martian Chronicles.
Bradbury was a true story teller as well as a visionary. His works ranged from thought provoking “what ifs” and dystopian societies, to space exploration and hauntingly dark fantasies. Without a doubt, Bradbury was one of the best writers produced in the 20th century in any genre, not just in SF.
My first introduction to Bradbury was probably in the Fifth Grade, reading the story “A Sound of Thunder”, the story of a hunter who goes back in time to hunt a dinosaur, and inadvertently changes all history.
It would be several years later, while in high school, that I would have my first opportunity to meet Bradbury. He was giving a talk at CSU Fresno, and I was able to get excused from classes that day in order to attend the event. It was well worth while going to. The student union at CSUF where Bradbury was giving his talk was standing room only and overflowed to the outdoors, which is where I was. One of the most memorable things Bradbury said, and it was a great piece of advice, was that if you want to be a great writer, write every day, for at least a half an hour. Sound advice.
Bradbury signed autographs, and I had a couple of books signed by him. It was a fun day, exciting for a teenaged geek.
A few years later, in San Diego, we would meet again, this time at the Old Globe Telethon. It was a busy event for everyone there, as everyone had some “job” they were doing for the Old Globe. Bradbury was one of many celebrities manning the phone bank and taking pledges. I was there with a group of SF fans from STAR San Diego, giving a check to the Old Globe; money raised by a recent convention we ran, organized by Pearl Stickler. The convention, What A Con!, raised $400 for the Old Globe, and a like amount for the Air Museum, both of which had tragically burned down.
Bradbury was not only a fine writer, and a great story teller, he was a fine man, as fine as ever there was. He will be greatly missed, not only by his family and friends, but by all of us whose lives he has touched. Rest well, Ray. We all miss you down here.
Read more at Locus Online.