+ For those who know that Elvis is alive and well and living in the body of Bruce Campbell, there's sad news that the Elvis Is Alive Museum in Wright City, Missouri, is closing down. It's owner, Mr. Beeny, is auctioning off the 400-square-foot museum's contents on eBay. Here's my favorite part of the article:
Much more valuable, Mr. Beeny said, are results of a DNA test that he claims proves that the man buried at Graceland is not Elvis Presley.
“That’s the biggie,” said Mr. Beeny, who has written two books, “Elvis’ DNA Proves He’s Alive!” and “DNA Proves That Elvis Is Alive!” “That’s what really put this place on the map.”
I love that he's basically written the same book twice. If you'd like to bid on Mr. Beeny's wacky emporium, head to eBay immediately. The auction ends tonight.
+ In other news vital to elementary schools and frat parties, two boys have invented wedgie-proof underwear. Now if only someone would invent a way to not get crammed into lockers by older, mean girls, that would be awesome. Not that anything like that ever happened to me. Nope, never.
+ This week, NPR launched their new NPR Music site, with which I am now deeply and passionately in love. You'll find all sorts of interesting interviews, stories, and links to public radio stations streaming everything from classical and folk to pop and jazz. Trust me, it'll make your work day much, much easier to take. (Although Wagner before a staff meeting is not recommended. Valkyries and team building just don't mesh.)
+ Slate Magazine has an interesting essay by a fellow who finally had a chance to play "Super Mario Bros: The Lost Levels." Who the hell knew there were lost levels of Super Mario Bros.? Probably a lot of people actually, but it all seemed very mysterious and J. Edgar Hoover-ish to me when I read it.
+ And finally, New York Magazine's Vulture section offers weekly reviews and previews of new graphic novels. I was going through some of their back issues, and discovered a very sweet one called "Robot Dreams" by Sara Varon. It's about the friendship between a dog and the robot he builds. How lovely a premise is that?
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"Now if only someone would invent a way to not get crammed into lockers by older, mean girls, that would be awesome. Not that anything like that ever happened to me. Nope, never."
One of the things I'm proudest of in High School was that I always stopped things like that when I saw them, on either side of the gender divide. It may be hard to find someone to dance with, but there are also advantages to being the biggest girl in the class.
You would've been my hero! On behalf of everyone this ever happened to, thanks for stepping in. :-)
I'm a comics geek. Comics teach you that good guys stop things like that when they see it happening, and that you don't have to have superpowers to be a good guy (or gal).
So blame it on lots of Green Arrow, at a very early age. :-)
(You can also blame it on getting picked on like that in grammar school, fighting back, and deciding the whole system sucked. But mostly, I blame GA)
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