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4 draft manuscripts now done, each better than the last. THE SECRET WOMAN, an espionage/adventure/love story, tells the tale of a group of American engineers & medics caught up in a revolution in a fictional So American country. I’m polishing all 4, will publish when they shine.

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” — Hunter S. Thompson

William Faulkner at his desk. The glass contained water. He usually saved the booze for after the writing was done.

Elmore Leonard, crime novelist, 1925-2013. Known as the "Dickens of Detroit," his work often blends crime, wit, and deep character development, with "Swag" and "LaBrava" frequently cited as favorites.

He wasn't masturbating. What actually happened to his body is significantly worse than any joke. When the fourth pyroclastic surge hit Pompeii, it arrived at 300°C. That's 572°F. The thermal human survival threshold is 200°C. This man died in a fraction of a second. His brain stopped before a single pain signal completed its circuit. What you're looking at is cadaveric spasm. It's a rare form of instant muscular stiffening that only occurs during sudden violent death by extreme heat. The 300°C surge cooked the proteins in his muscle fibers so fast that his body locked into whatever position it was in at the exact moment of impact. Arms, legs, fingers, toes all contracted simultaneously. 73% of Pompeii's victims were found frozen in "life-like" stances mid-action. Running. Crawling. Shielding children. This man was probably just lying down. The flexed limb position you're laughing at appears in nearly every Pompeii body. It's called the pugilistic attitude. Heat shrinks tendons faster than bone, curling arms and legs inward. Boxers after a fire look the same way. The position has zero connection to what the person was doing. Pure thermodynamics. For centuries, archaeologists assumed these people suffocated on ash. A 2010 study proved they were wrong. Researchers heated modern human bone samples to various temperatures, compared them to Pompeii victims, and found the color and cracking patterns matched exposure to 250-300°C. Death was instantaneous. There was "no time to suffocate." This isn't even his body. It's a plaster cast of the void he left behind. His flesh decomposed inside the hardened volcanic ash. In 1863, Giuseppe Fiorelli poured liquid plaster into the hollow cavity. What you see is the shape of absence. 9.4 million people looked at a man who was incinerated alive in a quarter-second and the main reaction was a punchline. The science of how he actually died is one of the most disturbing findings in modern archaeology.

🇫🇮Statue en Finlande intitulée : « Lis même si tu te noies » La lecture est le secret du progrès et de l’élévation des peuples.

“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.” — Claude Monet

On raconte que Marilyn Monroe, avec sa charmante candeur, a dit un jour à Einstein : « Nous pourrions avoir un bébé ensemble. Il serait aussi beau que moi et aussi intelligent que toi ». Ce à quoi le père de la relativité aurait répondu : « Eh bien, je pense qu'il sortirait rapidement avec ma beauté et ton intelligence ». On ne savait pas encore à l'époque (la preuve a été faite plus tard) que le QI de Marilyn Monroe était de 165, soit cinq points de plus que celui de « l'un des plus grands génies de tous les temps ». Marilyn Monroe (Norma Jeane Baker, 1926-1962) était une grande lectrice. Elle possédait chez elle une bibliothèque d'un millier de livres et passait de nombreuses heures à lire des œuvres littéraires, de la poésie, du théâtre et de la philosophie. Outre une grande joie de vivre, elle avait un esprit curieux et une soif inextinguible de connaissances. Voici quelques-unes des merveilleuses citations de cette femme incroyable : « L'une des meilleures choses qui me soient arrivées, c'est d'être une femme. Toutes les femmes devraient se sentir ainsi. « Les chiens ne mordent pas. Ce sont les gens qui mordent. » « Je n'ai pas l'impression d'être au printemps. Je me sens comme un automne rouge et chaud. » « Riez quand vous êtes triste. Pleurer est trop facile. » « Personne ne m'a dit que j'étais belle quand j'étais enfant. Il faut dire à tous les enfants qu'ils sont beaux, même s'ils ne le sont pas. » « Il vaut mieux être seul que malheureux avec quelqu'un. « L'imperfection est la beauté et la folie est l'éclat. Il vaut mieux être ridicule qu'ennuyeux. » « Les déceptions vous font ouvrir les yeux et fermer le cœur. » « Je suis un enfant dans un grand monde qui cherche quelqu'un à aimer. « Je n'ai jamais quitté quelqu'un en qui je croyais. « Je n'ai jamais trompé personne. Parfois, je laisse les hommes faire leurs propres erreurs. » « Si j'avais suivi toutes les règles, je ne serais arrivée à rien. » « Il est plus facile d'aimer un homme que de vivre avec lui. » « Ne baisse pas la tête, garde le front haut et souris, car la vie est une chose merveilleuse et tu as de nombreuses raisons de sourire. »

Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life turns 43 today, and it contains two of their absolute best songs. ‘The Galaxy Song’ is existentially hilarious, upbeat, jaunty, and scientifically spot-on, all while quietly reminding you how ridiculously tiny and insignificant you are in the universe.

BREAKING: A federal judge has ordered the Trump administration to halt construction of a $400M White House ballroom, ruling the project cannot move forward unless Congress approves it.

We are called "the elderly." But that quiet label hides something most people rarely stop to consider. We are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists. Look at us and you might see gray hair, slower steps, and the patience that time teaches. But listen to our story — really listen — and you'll realize something extraordinary. We are the only generation in human history to have lived a fully analog childhood and a fully digital adulthood. That's not a small thing. That's one of the most breathtaking journeys a human being has ever been asked to make. We were born in the 1940s, 50s, and early 60s, into a world still rebuilding from the rubble of World War II. Our toys were marbles and hopscotch and card games at kitchen tables. When the streetlights flickered on, that was it — childhood adventures were over, and it was time to go home. No smartphones. No streaming. No endless scroll. We built our memories in the real world. With scraped knees and laughter echoing down streets and friendships formed face to face. In 1969, we sat in living rooms staring at black-and-white televisions as Neil Armstrong took humanity's first steps on the Moon. Hundreds of thousands of us stood in muddy fields at Woodstock believing — really believing — that music and community could reshape the future. We fell in love to vinyl records spinning on turntables. We waited days, sometimes weeks, for handwritten letters to arrive. We learned patience because information didn't come instantly. Mistakes were fixed with erasers — not a delete button. Then the world transformed. Machines that once filled entire rooms shrank to devices lighter than a paperback. We went from rotary phones and party lines to seeing the face of someone we love on the other side of the ocean — instantly, on something that fits in a pocket. We watched the birth of the personal computer. The arrival of the internet. The smartphone. Artificial intelligence. And through every single shift — we adapted. Not because it was easy. Because that's what our generation does. We also carry the weight of history in our bodies. We grew up afraid of polio and tuberculosis. We watched science defeat them. We witnessed the discovery of the structure of DNA, the decoding of the human genome, the transformation of medicine itself. We survived pandemics across decades — and kept going. Few generations have been asked to absorb so much change in a single lifetime. And through all of it, certain things never changed. We still know the joy of a cold glass of lemonade on a hot afternoon. The taste of vegetables picked straight from a garden. The value of a long conversation that unfolds slowly, without a screen interrupting it. We have celebrated births and mourned losses. Carried the stories of friends who are gone. Watched the world become something our younger selves couldn't have imagined — and found ways to belong in it anyway. We are not relics. We are living bridges between two entirely different worlds. Our memory carries something the modern world needs — proof that progress doesn't have to erase wisdom. That speed doesn't have to replace patience, kindness, or reflection. So when someone calls us elderly, we can smile. Because behind that word is something remarkable. We crossed two centuries. Witnessed eight decades of transformation. Walked from handwritten letters to artificial intelligence — and never lost our sense of what actually matters.

@EricIdle In the perfect world of my imagination, upon the demise of the Orange Twatwaffle, @EricIdle &guests have a silly podcast or PPV celebration, maybe Look on Bright Side or dead parrot theme. Consider it a surreal, Pythonesque version of a Jerry Lewis Telethon. I can dream, anyway.

Here. What a party we are going to have….. world wide celebration.

“Paris is a place, for me, just walking down a street that I’ve never been down before is like going to a movie… Just wandering the city is entertaining.” ~Wes Anderson

Why is Lloyd Bridges on the Trump coin?