Showing posts with label Al Roker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Al Roker. Show all posts

May 4, 2020

Bookshelves.



Ha. Not looking to call down the PC police, but this is just something else about the lockdown and the bookshelves, from Roz Chast:


That's the one Philip K. Dick book that I read, loved, and found to be sufficient: "The 3 Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch."

Also:

October 5, 2016

"The spirit of Prince is here. And he did plan it to be a museum. Everything is strategically placed, and when the fans come in they'll see that it is."

Well, I don't think so, but I'm glad they've preserved things and it's a museum for people who are able to believe the spirit is there.

"It's truly Prince," continues Norrine Nelson, Prince's sister. "He had a vision and he finished it."

And Al Roker is there with enough gas to drive home just how finished it is. Scared me off the idea of ever going there. But America needs Paisley Park, I guess, just like we need Graceland.

January 8, 2013

Al Roker: "I pooped my pants" at the White House.

Something to think about before you spring for that gastric bypass surgery.