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!