The third of June is Neil Diamond Desiree Day, or International Deflowering Day. 
Not to hijack my own thread, but how many people saw the title and thought this was about some Byronesque poetry? Did you think of King’s “The Shining” immediately?
No, I didn’t get it at all. And I don’t know what the significance of Feb 17th is either, unless that’s the day Jackie goes on his killing spree…
(And I think of myself as a King fan!)
Delores, *you *of all people?:eek:
217 is the number of the haunted room in the The Ovelook where Jack meets the bathtub lady. I think they changed it for the movie though.
In that case, I wish to call it Bloated Fishy Dead Bathtub Lady Day. :eek:
I seriously forgot that was the room number. Me, who for years couldn’t go into any bathroom without nervously peeping behind the shower curtain or door before comfortably peeing.
Aha! Ok, thanks. I haven’t read it in ages, and I can’t stand Olive Oyl, so I haven’t watched the movie in a long time.
REDRUM!
Now I’m gonna have to read it again.
I thought the mini-series with Stephen Weber (from Wings) and Rebecca De Mornay was pretty good. Certainly better than the one with Jack Nicholson. Don’t get me wrong, I lurves me some Jack Nicholson! BUT to me, the book was all about this man’s descent into madness as the hotel took possession of his mind and soul. Jack looks crazy right from square one. Plus, as you noted about ‘Olive Oyl’, by the time he killed Shelley Duvall, I was thinking, hell, give me the axe, I’ll kill her myself!
A slightly amusing The Shining related story: I read this book for the first time when I was 16 years old. I was laying across my mother’s bed, cross-wise, facing away from the door, reading. I was just at the part where the topiary hedges come to life (::shudder:: I’ve never really trusted topiary sculptures since then!), and my Aunt Anne crept, ever-so-quietly, into the room, and tickled the sole of one of my feet. To this day, there may be a norinew-shaped hole (cartoon-style, please!) in the ceiling of that room. Seriously, I screamed like a little girl!
WOOKINPANUB, yes, I knew immediately what it was about. I’ve got to get a life that doesn’t revolve around fiction! 
norine, I have no idea if we’re the same age; since it’s fun to pretend we are, I will say that I was exactly your age, reading The Shining in my bedroom 20 feet from the living room where my entire family was assembled watching TV. I was too big a chicken to sit there and read by myself, within earshot of everyone so I went out to sit in the noisy living room, full of living, breathing human beings where no Dead Things™ could get me.
To further prove what a nervous nellie I am, years later I was all grown up and married and everything … yet too scared to read It alone in the apartment by myself, so I took a lawn chair out and sat where I could see cars going by and other normal occurrences.
You may now point and laugh.
I do believe that in some recent thread I saw you admitting to being. . .47? If that memory is correct, we’re close. I’m 49. As far as It is concerned, it’s one of the few novels I’ve literally had nightmares about. I had a very vivid (as in, so-vivid-I-can-still-recall-it-now-30-years-later) about Pennywise, and in the nightmare, I kept screaming at him “No, they killed you; they fucking killed you! You’re dead!”
How weird is that??
A bit obscure, but you could call July 29th Marie Provost (Prevost) Day, referring to Nick Lowe’s tune, though after checking the date of her passing, it’s a bit off.
Funny little ditty, though.
I only remember this because it’s my wife’s birthday…
High five sister. Yes, 47.
Members of my family regularly wish each other a Happy Broderick Crawford Day, which is, of course, October 4th.
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Heyyyy, whaddya know! October 4th she’s a my birthday too!