fan dumb

Sorry, Tuffy; the name is just too good not to steal – uh, recycle.

This story is stolen from the book I’m reading now: Starstruck: When a Fan Gets Close to Fame by Michael Joseph Gross who was, and is, a fan himself, so he aught to know.

On April Fool’s Day, 1934, when Ray Bradbury was thirteen years old, his family packed up and left Waukeegan, Illinois, for Hollywood, where his parents would search for work, and he would spend his free time outside studio lots with the packs of fans who collected autographs from movie stars. Remembering those days, he told me, “Of all of the people who did that sort of thing, I was the only one who had a dream of the future. I had a purpose for what I was doing. I was standing outside the wall of Paramount Studios when I was thirteen years old and I had a dream that I would jump over the wall and land inside and write a picture.”

About twenty years later, that dream came true. Walking down the red carpet with John Huston at the premiere of Moby Dick, Ray Bradbury was shocked to see, standing on the pavement, some of the autograph collectors he had known as a teenager. He left John Huston’s side and approached them, hoping they would recognize him. “I said, ‘I was that crazy boy who used to stand with you in front of Paramount.’ They said, ‘Oh yes, what are you doing now?’ And I suddenly got very embarrassed and didn’t want to tell them. There was this chasm that opened up between us, between what we had done together, what they were doing now, and what I was doing now. And I said, ‘I worked on the screenplay.’ And they said, ‘Did you type it? Were you in the stenographer’s department?’ And I said finally, ‘No, I wrote the screenplay.” And a strange thing happened at that moment. Suddenly their hands shot out, and there were half a dozen autograph books in front of me, and somebody handing me a pen. I crossed the border. I was not collecting autographs now. I was giving my first ones. It made me cry. I had made it over the wall. But none of those other people had made it over the wall.”

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over the viaduct

Yet under the blanket.

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to tolerate the flying vermin which have infested my house for the last three months long enough to blog this, but I’ll try. As I said recently, I don’t look like I’m typing; thanks to the fruit flies which attend every vegan hippie like the pages surrounding Cleopatra, I look like I’m Carol Channing, playing to the back rows on Broadway.

But I’ll try.

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I didn’t really believe it. None of us really believed it. Until the blanket. Until they pulled out the blanket and draped it over him and even then, still, some primal instinct within us was wishing, hoping, truly believing that they’d tuck it under his chin and say, “There you go, Fred,” and he’d say thanks, it’s cold out, but the only one who said it was cold out was the nurse who’d been working on him ever since the car hit him.

And as they pulled the blanket up over his face, it got even colder.

the consolations of a gossip blogger

We at the ol’ raincoaster blog are experiencing several layers of technical difficulty, some, but not all, relating to our roomie’s streaming video addiction. Tomorrow we shall pull plugs or go out and deal with the public (gasp!) until this thing works better. In the meantime, here’s something I found while doing my “soul-killing” day job as a gossip blog link wrangler. If there’s a beefcake shot you’d prefer to see (Shia Leboef, Colin Farrell, whoever) drop your requests in the comments. I’ll do my best, although I draw the line at Federline. I’m so, so tired of him making sock puppet comments.

Welcome back, my Butterscotch Stallion.

Owen Wilson

Down the Rabbit Hole: adventures in writing for children

The Shebeen

What:

The Shebeen Club: Vancouver’s Literary Gathering:

Down the Rabbit Hole
adventures in writing for children

Who: Lois Peterson of the LP Wordsolutions

When: 7-9pm, Tuesday, September 18th

Where: The Shebeen, behind the Irish Heather, 217 Carrall

How(much)? $15 includes dinner and drink

Why: To learn the Children’s Book market

Down the Rabbit Hole
adventures in writing for children

After twenty years writing for adults, Lois Peterson has written four kids novels in the past six months, and just can’t seem to stop. In her informal presentation Down the Rabbit Hole – adventures in writing for children she will share what has changed since she was a bookaholic kid, what remains the same, and how to tell the difference.

Lois (www.lpwordsolutions.com) is also a creative writing instructor and author of 101 – and More – Writing Exercises to Get You Stared & Keep You Going. While her novel Tansy Here and Now is currently under serious consideration at a wonderful kids’ publishing house, she has reverted to another childhood habit – biting her nails.

Bio: Lois Peterson was brought up in the now-beleagued cities of Basra and Kirkuk (Iraq), ran away from boarding school in her housecoat, and over the years was caught telling numerous lies. So she turned to writing. She publishes articles, essays, and short stories, and in 2007 hopes to finish one novel Who Do You Wish was With Us, and begin another, Just Go. She teaches creative writing to anyone who wants to learn, operates a writing and editing business, and has worked for many, many years for a major public library.

Dress writerly. Berets and/or Team Dorothy Parker tees optional.

More info: email lorraine.murphy at gmail.com

7-7:30 Meet & Mingle

7:30-8 Listen and Learn

8-Whenever “Narnians/Middle Earthers” vs “Hardy Boys/Nancy Drews.”

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Save the Vowels!!!1

Stolen from carocat:

Save the Vowels

Join the revolution today.

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