Poetry Friday WORD, plus Peter Boyle, and the person with the most fingers gets to operate the garbage can robot
1) Poetry Friday WORD for tomorrow is GOLD. Why? Because I watched “Rudolph” yesterday (at a work party, go figure) and I have a ‘thing’ for Yukon Cornelius. Can’t explain it, but when he throws that pick-ax in the air ("Silver! Gold!") and he licks it after it lands…well…yeah, I’m a little turned on. I’m crazy dat way. Feel free to bang some Gold into your blog post tomorrow, in whatever sparkly dangly manner you choose…song lyrics, photo of yourself in gold paint ala 007, story of that time you broke into Fort Knox….
2) Peter Boyle died. A co-worker told me yesterday and it was like I got punched in the stomach. I love him. What a truly amazing actor. Go watch this now. Sigh. Dammit. “Not a day goes by that I don’t wish there was a comet screaming towards Earth to bring me sweet relief.”…Peter Boyle, “Everybody Loves Raymond”.
3) I have this secret combat bot fetish. I bought this book a couple years ago and inhaled it through my eyeballs, and doing research for my latest Fantasy Boyfriend, found out he was the creator of Deadblow, and wrote this. I now want to kick myself for abandoning the sciences years ago. In high school I took as much math and science as I could, which wasn’t much, due to the size of the school and the general IQ of the student population. (There were 5 people in my h.s. physics class. FIVE. Me and 4 guys. Plus the male teacher. One of my favourite classes EVER.) Once I went to college, though, I went the English/Theatre/Communication route. Now I tread gently in the waters of IT geekdom, and still have fantasies of being a screenwriter/playwrite someday. Or else just playing one on tv. Every so often, I remember an experiment we did in school, dropping things off the roof, or calculating trees-crushing-cars with string and Matchbox cars, and I think…dammit…that would be fun. Next year, top of my Christmas list…robot.