Blog tapas

Little samplings to nourish you between blog-gorges - because some of us have day-jobs.

Our favorite arrow-through-head-banjo-playin' comedian, Steve Martin won this year's Mark Twain Prize for American Humor, doled out Sunday night at the Kennedy Center (but we peons can't see it on TV until November). Read about it here, here, and here. He's so smart and so cute - why ain't he married?, I was wonderin' just today.

The Battle of the Darwins is taking place between two bio-rivals, James D. Watson and Edward O. Wilson - both eminent biologists. Seems they're editors - for different publishers - of the same book, an anthology of Darwin's writings on evolution. Get the scoop of poo on the personal rivalry here.

A school district in Washington state is cancelling it's Halloween celebrations because the holiday disses witches. Sheeeesh. The right-wingers say Halloween puts witches on a pedestal and witches say it's disrespectful. Why don't you guys go off in the woods somewhere and settle it amongst yerselves and let the rest of us dress up any way we damn well please and beg door-to-door for candy one measly night of the year. A spell on both yo' houses!

A kinda creepy story last week in The Guardian about choreographer Michael Rooney - son o' Mickey. Seems his mother was murdered by a pissed-off boyfriend during a time of estrangement with Andy Hardy (Michael's mom was Rooney's #5) back in the 1960s. My favorite part of the story is where they herd the children off to see Mary Poppins while the gore is still upstairs in the bedroom. For a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down . . .

Speaking of fabulous tapas (as opposed to upstairs-gore and flying nannies), El Patio in Vancouver is the place to go, my little chicaritas. You will eat well, laugh hard, and Mama will take care of you. Go. I mean it.

As for me, I'm tapas-ed out and ready for the bedarino. Buenos whatever from the Land of the Northern Maple Leaf.