The 12th Doctor (Revisited)
The last time I drew did not look too much like Capaldi, thought I would take a second shot of drawing the soon to be Doctor.
Fantastic Peter Capaldi fan art.
A man who assisted in autopsies in a big urban hospital, starting in the mid-1950s, describes the many deaths from botched abortions that he saw. “The deaths stopped overnight in 1973.” He never saw another in the 18 years before he retired. “That,” he says, “ought to tell people something about keeping abortion legal.
Never forget: Roe v. Wade wasn’t the beginning of abortion in America. It was the beginning of the end of illegal abortions. If you haven’t read this piece before, I highly recommend it.
Katniss Everdeen revealing the truths the Capitol is covering up
I remember the first time I got a zit and I was like “THEY HURT!?! I WAS PREPARED FOR THE PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPACTS BUT NO ONE TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE PAIN!”
It never, ever stops.
Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:
"Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.
So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”
We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know.
And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.
It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”
Literary Birthday - 24 November
Happy Birthday, Frances Hodgson Burnett, born 24 November 1849, died 29 October 1924
- Everything’s a story - You are a story -I am a story.
- If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
- I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.
- My mother always says people should be able to take care of themselves, even if they’re rich and important.
- At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done—then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.
- Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.
- To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live.
Burnett was an English-American playwright and author. She is best known for her children’s stories, including Little Lord Fauntleroy, A Little Princess, and The Secret Garden.