Hook em Horns!!
Friday, Sept. 07, 2007 at 8:14 a.m.
On This Day in 1996, Standing up through the open sunroof of a BMW 750 sedan, rap artist Tupac Shakur is talking to some women at a Las Vegas street intersection when a white Cadillac pulls alongside. Gunfire erupts, and Shakur is shot four times. He dies in the hospital a week later.
I honestly don’t get the “thug life”, nor do I get why it’s such a wanted privilege to have it. Personally, I don’t consider it a badge of honor to have a gun pointed at my head, or frankly, any other part of me. But then I’m a girl from the suburbs. On a mildly related note, my father, while in the navy, was not only a marksman, but also was in charge of the shooting range. Yet we never had a gun in the house, beyond two BB guns, and Dad never took us to shoot. I suppose if we had asked to go, he would have taken us. Now, though, Dad really just likes shooting galleries at carnivals, although we do have to make sure he’s facing the right way these days. He’s kind of like that old “cracker-croaker” guy from Blazing Saddles.
Anyway, I had to do a small fit of knitting, as I was asked to make some Arizona State color Sun Devil “foofies” for the FestDevil Homecoming Gala Silent Auction. Well, I went one better and made a matching Sun Devil hat:
Well, I didn’t think that picture was quite cute enough, so I made my little Stitch toy be a model:
Okay, if you aren’t going squeee you’re dead inside. Isn’t that just the cutest???? They’re gonna love it. I’ll have to make an adult set now. I’m not completely pleased with the horns, but I can keep working on the design.
In other news, there really isn’t any. Hubster and I are galumphing along and having a lovely time, although I am getting tired of waiting for Hubster to recover and I’m jumping his bones tonight, cold residue or not. Besides, we actually are having a date tonight; we’re going to see Greg Proops do his stand-up at the Improv. Perhaps he’ll go: “Ocelot! Ocelot! Whee! God, you’re bald, Clive.” I know you’re not going to get that. It’s a little tiny snippet of video memory inside the wacky grey matter I hold in my head. Be afraid.
Actually, a little bit of fear is good. It gets the adrenaline pumping and makes you think. Perhaps if this guy had actually had a little fear (no matter what his stupid bumper sticker might have said) then his car might not have ended up like this:
Have a lovely weekend, my kiddywinks. Ta!