You don’t need a reason to come to the LA Times Festival of Books – but I’m offering FIVE.
The whole idea of death by beheading both fascinates me and creeps me out. Like, some theories say you can still think for a few seconds, after they separate your head from your body. How do you greet your death with equanimity, being alive one moment, and knowing you will be dead in another?
Is there a polite way to say, “Thanks, I don’t want your pig”?
In passing, am I the only person to feel disappointed after discovering that Piccadilly Circus was not, in fact, a circus of any kind?
Note to self: Next time, use HANDLE to grab soldering iron. Strike that. Next time, no soldering iron.