You may also talk about cows. Or ninja. Or Elvis. But not ninja cows with arcane sideburns; we have standards, here.
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You may also talk about cows. Or ninja. Or Elvis. But not ninja cows with arcane sideburns; we have standards, here.
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How about Teenage Mutant Ninja Cows?
Talk about non-classical literature? Italo Calvino’s Cosmicomics is beautiful strange an hilarious. So’s Invisible Cities.
Italo Calvino is my favorite author. Fafnir (if that is your real name), have you read If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler?
At least one of the Princes you wrote up is deeply, deeply disappointed in you for the “no cows” thing, Moe.
Given that they’re probably all still annoyed about the lack of recent List-content, Prodigal, what’s one more charge to be laid at my feet? 🙂
Or Princess-driven truck parked on them. 😉
Dicken’s Great Expectations comes to mind. Not just because jes is such a pip. Is the prize Estelle? Or riches? Power! Or to live and learn, exist in life with some comfort and die with some accomplishment claimed.
“Or Princess-driven truck parked on them.”
Ahh, but I am cute and fluffy – and the more I think of it, the more apt a choice Stitch seems to be re me and the List – so all will be forgiven. Eventually.
Did someone say ninjas?
And you have good taste in beers, Moe, so that ought to count for something as well.
If On A Winter’s Night A Traveler kicks ass.
Speakin of Italians Baudolino is pretty darn good.
S’alright. Got a little insensible there towards the end. Reminds me I have yet to read Foucault’s Pendulum, though.
This handheld computer would be a good choice for the up-and-coming young ninja.
Just finished Bulgakov’s “Master and Margarita” for the 5th time. It is one of the best books I have ever read and I recommend it to everyone.
For those of you who are not familiar with it it was written in Russia in the 30s. Loosely based on Goethe’s Faust, hilarity ensues when Satan comes to Moscow for his annual ball.
Also intertwined with that story is a revisionist version of the passion of christ. The book has so many levels it is impossible to take it in all at once.
One caveat – make sure you get the Burgin translation (red and black cover this the silhouette of a cat) she really brings out the humor and there are many helpful notes on each chapter in the back.
(what are you doing still sitting here? Go buy it! Now!)
Fledermaus would show up after the ninjas have left. Whatsamatter, prettyboy, afraid to muss up your hair?
Two words, Tick. Chick Magnet.
All right, that’s IT!
SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Which reminds me, I spotted my Tick comic books and paraphernalia while pulling out the Halloween stuff from the attic; I’m going to have to go through it all. May have to scan some of it and post it on the ol’ blog. Which would be boring, probably, but better than anything else I’ve posted in the last few weeks.
May evil beware. And may good dress warmly and eat plenty of vegetables.