the people vs. novel arson

my question is-Who Burns Books?

my wikipedia research (who needs encyclopedias) reveals the following as famous book burning events:

1. victim-the mayans. perpetrator-the spanish

2. victim-the scholarly & intellectual. perp-qin dynasty

3. victim-humanity. perp-the nazis

basically, all novel arson has occured at the hands of fascists, egoists & historically proven idiots.

the people rest, your honor.

gun moll

a gun moll.

wikipedia definition:
"A gun moll was the female companion of an American gangster of the 1920s and 30s. Moll, from Molly a diminutive of Mary, was a euphemism for whore or prostitute. These women for the most part were unremarkable except for their association with some of the most notorious killers of the times and organized crime mobsters. . The word "gun moll" can also mean a female companion of a robber or terrorist, and not only just a gangster."

wow. information is fun.

the stream of consciousness that got me to this random sliver of information?

trying to name a new design family...and wanted maybe a french theme...that wasn't working, so i thought of alliterations i like...came across femme fatale, starting looking for lists of them...read a page or 2 on the mata hari (fascinating) & then trolled around for ages looking at manga lists & film noir lists...and on one of these random pages i ran across "gun moll". hint-when your name is molly, and has been for respectively 28+ years, you instantly pick up anything that looks like your name & click on it. it is an instinct-not to be repressed.

and i found out my name is shortened to mean hooker.

i heart the internet.

slipper-staring with aplomb

i'll admit it-i drank the kool-aid. when stars' torquil campbell asked the audience to sit down on the last song & just listen, i sat indian style with the lot of them. i stared with melancholic ambivalence/depth at my feet or the grungy carpet, or my neighbors glaring white ass crack.

whatever.

point is it was fun. for 4.5 minutes i was a part of a group that i didn't despise (namely because i didn't have to actually converse or actually get to Know any of them-whew...)-and we participated in a "team" activity-and collectively shared a little something i like to call a "moment." & it was good times. & everyone got up a little cheerier than when they sat down. it was fairly enlightening to let just the slightest tinge of pollyanna effect my generally morose sensibilities.

try it sometime, fellow cynics. stand in line, and wait for your little paper cup full of kool aid...and while its a little bitter at first, you will warm right up to it...trust me.

yacht rock

to the kind person who left the cd in the zipcar...may you learn what music taste is (none of the songs on your cd constitute "good taste")
*africa, toto
*steely dan (anything)
*maneater
*sailing, christopher cross

on what kind of yacht were you intending to listen to this type of music? a boat that would take you magically back to the early 80's? if that ship exists, it would be wise to never get on it.

ever.

an avalanche of minutes

i await your response with bated breath.
wtf?
so if one can assume that by bait we are talking about fishing...then my breath has fishing line with a worm on it, waiting for someone to reel it in? this signifies anticipation? we are supposed to be relaying that feeling of nervous waiting that a fisherman has before pulling in a soon-to-be-blobby-dead-fish?

that is the stupidest saying ever.

fact.

photobooth monday...