Go Gummy, it’s your birthday.

I watch too much MLP.

“…our many adventures…” BB

Lil tomaters are the best, bite size nuggets of goodness. I’m not a fan of any bigger than you describe.

Well said.

E. grew some tomato on the back “porch”. they were about the size of thumbs. they were the best tomato i’ve ever had.
i’ll find the pix.

I suffer from assuming everything that crippled me in my teens has followed me to adulthood.

My real friends help me forget yesterday and focus on today.

29 is where my head needs to be. Monkeys have it sussed.

those pesky arctic monkeys were a gas gas gas

Wow, I didn’t know that Dr. King wrote a sequel to this!

http://stephenking.com/library/novel/doctor_sleep.html

oh no. karma, (and women. and men, for that matter) got a long memory.

Dr. Sleep is the sequel to The Shining. It’s ok. I say Ok because this is more than 30 years later and I am a different person. Kind of hard for me to get scared of haunted hotels and whatnot.
although the whatnot is still pretty real and pretty scary.

The Shining 2 - Psychotic Boogaloo?

Had nothing to do with tlc but everything’s true to my knowledge.

very cool.

dick hallorann makes it to the sequel. not dead, as you see in the movie.

is this true? about tlc?
ok, i read the GTFO stuff.

9/11 was just what the American government needed to fulfill Orwell’s vision.

Sure is!

is that the des moines river?

Well, this might need to be its own article, but what got me ‘searching was the above article.
Suffice to say: QUESTION AUTHORITY!

Comparisons with George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four

Social critic Neil Postman contrasted the worlds of Nineteen Eighty-Four and Brave New World in the foreword of his 1985 book Amusing Ourselves to Death. He writes:

What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egotism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny “failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.” In 1984, Postman added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us. Huxley feared that our desire will ruin us.

Journalist Christopher Hitchens, who himself published several articles on Huxley and a book on Orwell, noted the difference between the two texts in the introduction to his 1999 article “Why Americans Are Not Taught History”:

We dwell in a present-tense culture that somehow, significantly, decided to employ the telling expression “You’re history” as a choice reprobation or insult, and thus elected to speak forgotten volumes about itself. By that standard, the forbidding dystopia of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four already belongs, both as a text and as a date, with Ur and Mycenae, while the hedonist nihilism of Huxley still beckons toward a painless, amusement-sodden, and stress-free consensus. Orwell’s was a house of horrors. He seemed to strain credulity because he posited a regime that would go to any lengths to own and possess history, to rewrite and construct it, and to inculcate it by means of coercion. Whereas Huxley … rightly foresaw that any such regime could break but could not bend. In 1988, four years after 1984, the Soviet Union scrapped its official history curriculum and announced that a newly authorized version was somewhere in the works. This was the precise moment when the regime conceded its own extinction. For true blissed-out and vacant servitude, though, you need an otherwise sophisticated society where no serious history is taught.