I suppose Bradbury would be the type to decline while being an absolute gentleman, even if the proposition was done in the character of a total slut.
Past is past, man. Our boy Harlan has to live with the knowledge that however much easy fangirl tail he got in his prime, he’s not going to be inspiring lustful songs to his awesomeness by hot chicks any time soon. Then again now he probably will feel compelled to write an article telling the world how HE was THE original “fuck me, famous SciFi writer” guy
Next songs: Fucking stop it, Brian Herbert.:mad: Fuck, who let Piers Anthony near the children?
I spoke to Bradbury last month via a Skype video call at a screening of Fahrenheit 451 at the Gene Siskel Film Center in Chicago. My question was about how he feels about electronic books, and I mentioned the recent incident when Amazon, with no apparent sense of irony, deleted copies of 1984 from customer’s Kindles.
I think she blew the ending. If I’d written it (and I wish I had) I would have changed the final iteration to “Something liquid this way comes,” and had Rachel pointing with both index fingers towards her crotch, and then for the final shots had her explain “By ‘something liquid,’ I mean jism, and by ‘this way’ I mean my cooter, and by ‘comes’ I mean–cums.”
