Streep is the good fairy.
They moved here to live in the Enchanted City, but they'd only gotten as far as the outskirts. It was damnably hard to penetrate the city. People had been trying for years. It wasn't the gold that attracted them, though the City had enough of that, bonded and painted and set onto every surface so that when the suns set, it blazed like fire. First, with the searing yellow brightness of Sun Major, followed by the dusty, rosy red Sun Minor. Then, when night finally fell, the lights came on and day would return, reflecting off the buildings so that it was never night, not in the City. Nighttime was uncertainty, it was fear, it was darkness, and within the City, it didn't exist. Dusk was as dark as it got.
No, people came because the people who lived within the City were immortal. If, in fact, you could call them people. Neither Jann or Alek had actually seen one, though occasionally you could see their tiny, perfect spaceships departing and arriving from an opening in the very center of the City. "If the hole was on the edge somewhere," Fisher told them, "I would have gotten in ten years ago. At this point it'd be like an invasion, if we tried to get in. The entire City'd see us." Fisher was missing an arm and several teeth. These were not things that afflicted the Citydwellers.
Jann and Alek had traveled here two years ago. Alek had been nineteen. She was starting to get the idea that she was wasting her life here. It had been such a seductive idea, living forever. At first it was romantic. They lived in a tent and shot little desert hares for food, and Jann had gotten a job as a delivery boy with Fisher. Fisher had come from a place with, presumably, lots of fish. He said he missed fish a lot, but once he made it into the City, he was sure they would have lots of fish. Alek was less sure, but she'd come from a different city, one with plenty of fish and vegetables and other kinds of meat, and libraries and reasonably clean streets. It was time to go, she thought. There were other cities. Daytime all the time had always kind of freaked her out anyway.
Aw. I thought the headline meant that Pat and Vanna actually TIED THEMSELVES TO THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE and spun it around. Which would ALSO be pretty awesome.
Can someone explain to me how these dresses are pink and not, in fact, a very pretty red?
Jaime King and Jaime Pressly. Same name, same hair, same face.
Actually, the Newt-Gingrich-being-sprayed graphic is straight up fucking amazing.
It's really disturbing. But I'm scared of masks in general.
Seriously, could the Santa Fe Reporter have chosen a more terrifying mask? What's wrong with, say, a leopard mask or something?
Also, it's ridiculous that one self-appointed gay person should be the spokesperson for every gay person ever. Life doesn't work that way.
I can't believe they have Little Pete but NOT BIG PETE??? WHERE IS MIKE MARONNA?! He got me started on redheads ...
Midgets? Don't you mean the PC term, ELVES?
I think you need to read it again.
Diablo Cody looks fabulous!
Oh God. Jaime Pressly and Jaime King have the same first name AND the same haircut. Cannot. Differentiate.
Wow. He sounds like a stand up guy.
Can we talk about how amazing that outfit is?
They're both SoCal natives around the same age and their sons have long hair. What's not to like about each other?
Don't let this stop you! My dad and my brother both went there. This group of nutcases is by no means a reflection of the majority of the student body. Mostly it's lefty nerds.
Wow, what the hell? I had no idea there were so many people who hated kissing. What gives? I've never met anybody who didn't like it. Jeez. It's like saying you hate puppies and kittens.
Agreed.
