My mother and I cannot think of anything that she would actually want to see on Sunday. Flushed Away? “NO.” Apparently, despite the fact that she loved Finding Nemo, my mother has finally outgrown animation (it is so animation! Materials are given animation in some fashion!) and will not see them because all the other moms might laugh at her, or... something. But it does have Hugh Jackman! “Only his VOICE!” Okay, simmer down there. The Departed? “Ew, that’s too violent.” The Prestige again? “I’m not paying to see that twice! We’ll get the DVD.” Well, you don’t want to see The Queen, and Borat and Saw III are right out. You tell me--what’s left? My mother heaves the sigh of a martyr: “We may just have to go see MARIE ANTOINETTE.” GASP.
Meanwhile, I worked on my NaNo some more, and while I was washing my hair, I actually thought of the end of the story. Now, those of you who have read any of my previous literary natterings may know that I always come up with a beginning and an ending, possibly not even in that order, before I try to connect the two with this, how do you say, plot in the middle. So I knew the literal ending of the story--who lives, who dies, whatever. But I wasn't happy with the final paragraph. I'm a big fan of what I call "sticking the landing"--ending on some image or paragraph or phrase that not only feels final, but has some kind of thematic significance or somehow blows the reader's mind in some small way. You know how people will flip to the end of the book first, and mostly it doesn't do any good because it's all dénouement that doesn't mean anything if you didn't get there honestly? Well, I am one of the few writers who might actually put a major (okay, at least a minor) revelation in the last sentence. Daniel Handler does this beautifully in the last Lemony Snicket book; JK Rowling has said she's long known what the last word of the last Harry Potter book would be. I won't say what it is lest someone keel over dead from spoiler, but it's pretty widely known if you want to look it up. So it was a big thing for me to finally realize what the last paragraph of this story should be, because it was like I'd poured the foundation for the story: I knew exactly what I would be building on.
Internet auction for prayer letters canceled; God puts up smiting rod. For now.
From coast to coast, people are lining up to answer the prayers of members of a northern New Jersey congregation whose pleas apparently went unheard when their letters to God were dumped in the Atlantic Ocean. And the New Jersey fisherman who found them bobbing in the surf canceled an Internet auction for them on Friday after seeing how sincere the interest was among the faithful who want to make sure that someone finally hears each request.(Thanks, bluebren.)
"The religious folks are coming out of the woodwork," said Bill Lacovara, a Ventnor insurance adjuster who found the letters on the beach in Atlantic City last month while fishing with his son. "It's been non-stop: a pastor in Texas, one from Colorado, another from somewhere in the midwest. One guy said he wants to write a play about this."
Of the 300 or so letters he found in the surf, Lacovara offered about half of them for sale on eBay, thinking that at most he'd make a few dollars and take his family out to dinner. But when more than 25 bidders pushed the price over $550 in less than 24 hours, he knew things were getting out of hand, and canceled the auction. "It was never my intent to make a lot of money off this," he said. "If it went over $100 or so, we were going to donate it to charity."
Titanic's success bittersweet to Winslet. Aww--she doesn't even spout the usual "It made me a big star and there were downsides to that" stuff; it was bittersweet because her first love died the week it came out.
Dali framed for "Surreal" movie. I do not think this word "framed" means what they think it means.
particle_person brings us a link from Making Light: Rumsfeld to hire internet sockpuppets.
Officials involved say the new effort, which was conceived by Assistant Secretary of Defense Dorrance Smith, is not primarily a response to negative coverage but rather is aimed at more aggressively challenging articles and broadcasts deemed inaccurate and at making better use of podcasts, blogs and other new outlets. (New York Times)If Rumsfeld thinks he can handle it, well--man, have I got a recommendation for him.
Headstone found at Dickinson home. "What do you do with a used gravestone?"
Oh, Radcakes. Build a bunker now.
Neil Patrick Harris says he is gay. Wait, this is news?
jasminelily: "Totally off topic, but it would be great if you could drop a few wordsin your next linkspan (if it's before or on Nov. 7) about 866 OUR VOTE. It's a nation wide free phone number that people can call with any questions about voting or the voting process, and its whole purpose is to help Americans vote. It's run by a totally non partisan group, and is staffed by lawyers from all around the country, and is a great resource for helping keep elections fair. The phone lines are live now, and will be all through election day." You know, in case you'd like to call up and ask them if it's true that naturalized citizens can't vote, ASSHAT.