"You can't catch me 'cause the rabbit done died."
Just downloaded the app to let me read the magazine Vanity Fair, which I subscribe to, on my recently-acquired Kindle Fire; supposedly I won't be charged the $1.99 a month after the first free month because I am a subscriber, but we'll see. (As of now, I've not gotten the apps to read the tablet editions of the other magazines that I subscribe to that actually have them -- The Atlantic, Smithsonian and Mother Jones -- because I would have to pay a monthly fee on top of the fees I've already paid to get the print editions. I might possibly pony up to read MoJo on my Kindle, since that would only be a buck a month and it's a bi-monthly magazine, but we'll see.)
Although I just got the April 2013 issue of VF yesterday -- the one with Taylor Swift (*gag*) on the cover -- this issue is not yet available via Amazon's newsstand; the most recent issue available was the March 2013 one, which was the Oscar-themed issue. It also happens to be an issue that I did not receive in the mail (et tu, Jan. - Feb. 2013 edition of Foreign Policy..?), so I actually had a better reason to download it to my Kindle than mere experimentation.
I read Mark Seal's article, "The Pulp Fiction Oral History: Uma Thurman, Quentin Tarantino, and John Travolta Retrace the Movie's Making," on my Kindle; Pulp Fiction is one of my favorite movies of all time, for all that it eventually garnered some major pushback against the "Tarantino-ization" of American movies and "inspired" a series of lesser, usually dreary, iterations (Killing Zoe, referenced in the article; Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead).
But when I read that Tarantino named Amanda Plummer's character Honey Bunny in tribute to the rabbit of Linda Chen's (she was Robert Towne's "secret" script assistant, typed Tarantino's screenplay for Pulp Fiction, and worked as the unit still photographer on the movie) that she'd asked Tarantino to take care of while she was on location with Towne, I was pissed: see, he let Chen's pet rabbit die from neglect because he refused to feed or water her; hence the "named in tribute" part of Plummer's character's name.
I've known for quite a while that Tarantino can be a real ass-hat; so can a lot of creative types. But anyone that would let someone's pet die from neglect has left simple ass-hattery and douchebaggery well behind him.
Rabbits aren't my idea of a good pet; they're apt to be too hyper, and too interested in chewing on electrical cords and computer cables for me to be comfortable with one (or more...) running around unsupervised in my house. But my wife's had at least one pet rabbit for the past eight years or so, and, as much as I'm loath to hold a rabbit or pick one up, even I can handle feeding and watering one.
Gah-damn. Way to make me want to resign from the human race, Q.
Although I just got the April 2013 issue of VF yesterday -- the one with Taylor Swift (*gag*) on the cover -- this issue is not yet available via Amazon's newsstand; the most recent issue available was the March 2013 one, which was the Oscar-themed issue. It also happens to be an issue that I did not receive in the mail (et tu, Jan. - Feb. 2013 edition of Foreign Policy..?), so I actually had a better reason to download it to my Kindle than mere experimentation.
I read Mark Seal's article, "The Pulp Fiction Oral History: Uma Thurman, Quentin Tarantino, and John Travolta Retrace the Movie's Making," on my Kindle; Pulp Fiction is one of my favorite movies of all time, for all that it eventually garnered some major pushback against the "Tarantino-ization" of American movies and "inspired" a series of lesser, usually dreary, iterations (Killing Zoe, referenced in the article; Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead).
But when I read that Tarantino named Amanda Plummer's character Honey Bunny in tribute to the rabbit of Linda Chen's (she was Robert Towne's "secret" script assistant, typed Tarantino's screenplay for Pulp Fiction, and worked as the unit still photographer on the movie) that she'd asked Tarantino to take care of while she was on location with Towne, I was pissed: see, he let Chen's pet rabbit die from neglect because he refused to feed or water her; hence the "named in tribute" part of Plummer's character's name.
I've known for quite a while that Tarantino can be a real ass-hat; so can a lot of creative types. But anyone that would let someone's pet die from neglect has left simple ass-hattery and douchebaggery well behind him.
Rabbits aren't my idea of a good pet; they're apt to be too hyper, and too interested in chewing on electrical cords and computer cables for me to be comfortable with one (or more...) running around unsupervised in my house. But my wife's had at least one pet rabbit for the past eight years or so, and, as much as I'm loath to hold a rabbit or pick one up, even I can handle feeding and watering one.
Gah-damn. Way to make me want to resign from the human race, Q.