Weavercat is a 22 yr-old female thing who doesn't know what she wants to do in life. A current art-student who has rediscovered her love of prehistoric critters. I'd like to be a scientific/medical illustrator someday.
RIP: Ray Bradbury, at 91: Ray Bradbury, literary genius and acclaimed author of Fahrenheit 451,The Martian Chronicles, and Something Wicked This Way Comes, died this morning in Los Angeles. He was 91.
His grandson, Danny Karapetian, shared the news:
If I had to make any statement, it would be how much I love and miss him, and I look forward to hearing everyone’s memories about him. He influenced so many artists, writers, teachers, scientists, and it’s always really touching and comforting to hear their stories. Your stories. His legacy lives on in his monumental body of books, film, television and theater, but more importantly, in the minds and hearts of anyone who read him, because to read him was to know him. He was the biggest kid I know.
This just makes me so sad to hear. My Dad first introduced my to Bradbury when he let me read our huge anthology The Stories of Ray Bradbury one cold October night. Then that Spring my 8th Grade class was doing our monthly reading thing and one of the books was The Martian Chronicles. I jumped at the chance to read it with my classmates and at the end of the reading we did a video of ‘The Off-Season’.
I will always love Bradbury because the way he writes is so… well, he was a big kid who never grew out of his passions. He scared me, made me think of things I hadn’t thought of before, and took me to small towns and far-planets full of strange, wonderful things.
I am so thankful to my Dad for bringing the stories of Ray Bradbury into my life.
“I wonder if this is what people on death row feel like.” “Jesus Christ, Nick, with that attitude you really are gonna fail. You have to help out too, you know. This chick isn’t gonna wave a magic ruler and make you stop sucking at math.” “Hhnnnnng.” Nick squeezed his eyes shut and let his face slide down the window. He’d been trying to distract himself from his dilemma by watching the houses pass by, but the rain made that hard. It blurred everything. Even his new DS gave him little comfort. He was a doomed man.