April Fool’s for the Mac Lover in Your Life

From Zug.com, any easy-squeezy way to make your minimalist-hipster-starbucks-loving-ipod-wearing geek freak:

Control-Option-Command-8…

hehehe…

 

March 31st, 2011 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Funnies | Comments Off


Porthos, Athos, Aramis, and the 4th newly named Musketeer — Agony

Why, why, I say.  The new trailer for the THREE-D version of the Three Musketeers is out, and oh…  It is a sad day in movie-land.  I whimpered through the trailer for Arthur, going “Why, Hollywood screenwriter’s?  Why?  In the name of God, must we shat upon all that is good like rabid donkeys?”

And now this.  There is derring-do.  Matrix-style, with slow-motion sword-fighting and men-in-leather levitation skills that shrivel the imagination.  See the clip for yourself.

March 25th, 2011 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off


March Madness 1839 style. OK vs. OW. OK wins!

The Web of Language talks about the OKness of ‘OK’ and how the little letters, first used in 1839, as a shortening of “oil korrect” is still around.  What was wrong with ‘O.W.’ for ‘oil wright’ was it not OK enough?  Or, as Americans, do we just like our K’s better than our W’s?  Don’t know, but the list of acronyms was a hoot.  I long to use SPQR (the senate and people of Rome) in a book, somewhere.  LL.D (licensed to lie damnably), which is the best lawyer-moniker, ever.  We laugh about BFF, but I’m thinking in 2150, will all letters begin: Dear BFF — ???  E.Q. minds want to know.

March 24th, 2011 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Blogroll, Wordtasm | Comments Off


The Hidden Billet of Love

Ah, l’amour.  Antique l’amour is even l’amourier.  Jezbel has a post on a 200 year old love letter that was found in a chair.  An upholstery shop was repairing the chair, and discovered the old note folded in the arm of the chair.  It’s like An Affair to Remember, but really, really old.

Gaston

I can picture this strapping French dude (much like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast) showing up every Tuesdays at 5:30 and every Friday at 5:30, waiting for his love, but alas, his little cabbage is nowhere to be found because the dude’s meddling aunt (much like meddling relatives found in every Barbara Cartland romance ever… written….) hid the the note in the chair in the arm of the chair.  Finally, fifty years later on her deathbed, she was about to confess her sin to her nephew, but only the following words escaped her lips before she expired. “I have done something… dreadful.  She…,”

After her mysterious pronouncement, Gaston immediately guessed the truth, and rode his trusty stead to the home of his little cabbage only to find her living happily in the castle with the Beast and lots of dancing furniture (including the chair, which had harbored the love letter all these years, never letting Belle know the truth).

Brought low with despair, Gaston threw himself off the steep walls of the castle, and the dancing furniture celebrated with a grand feast.

The End.

March 22nd, 2011 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Blogroll, Newsflash | Comments Off


How Big is Your Amygdala? Apparently Facebook knows….

In the scary world where online activities are predictors of behavior, health, shopping preferances, and exactly how you feel about your family (don’t panic, I made that one up), apparently, the size of your social network predicts the size of amygdala.

For those, who have dirty minds, the amygdala is the piece of the mind (not necessarily dirty) associated with emotional events, creative mental activity.  So, actually, the idea that people with high levels of emotional activity have a larger social network seems pretty logical to me.

Anyway, thought it was fascinating.

December 27th, 2010 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off


I Want to Hang this On The Wall

Scans_Daily has a hilarious page of comic book motivational posters.

This is my fav:

Dum-dum.

In case anyone wonders what I do on my birthday.  :)

November 24th, 2010 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments »


Secretly, I always knew I was Elizabeth Bennet

So You’ve Discovered That You’re a Fictional Character | Cracked.com: “Realizing you’re a character in a work of fiction can be startling. At the moment, you probably feel like you’re trapped in an elevator that’s in freefall, and your mind has somehow hit the ground before the rest of your body.

In honor of NoNaMi, Yo Yo Ma, or whatever the heck November is supposed to be, I submit the following Cracked article, which actually made me want to be a fictional character, because you know, I don’t get enough criticism in my life. :)

November 24th, 2010 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off


Edward’s Bigger, More Muscle-Car-y Brother

From failblog.org

Sometimes a license plate is worth a thousand words.

November 9th, 2010 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Funnies | Comments Off


ARC: Ante Up for Reading First (technically should be an ARF)

Forbes has an article about a book club wherein members pay to receive an advance copy of a book and then discuss amongst themselves — all in advance of publication.  In Kathleen’s never-humble opinion, this is a really awesome idea.  Think how much MORE money JK Rowling could have made by selling an ARF of Harry Potter VII.  I myself would have reached into the old pocketbook for an ARF of the newest Reacher novel.   Publishers are enthusiastic, but wary, but I think it’s a total win-win-win. 

October 26th, 2010 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Newsflash, On Biz, Reading Matters | Comments Off


“All scenes of an unpleasant nature should be eliminated…”

I found this link on boingboing.net and I thought it was hysterical.  Really, have manuscript rejections changed much in the past 100 years?  Would authors be happier with “Would not pass the censor board” or “improbable” than “I couldn’t connect with the characters?”  Well, perhaps the rejection would still sting, but at least we could all giggle (assuming no robbery, kidnapping, murder, suicide, or harrowing death-bed scenes). 

October 25th, 2010 Kathleen O'Reilly Posted in Funnies, On Writing Miseries, Uncategorized | Comments Off