"When I moved here, I didn’t speak any English. I started out washing dishes. Then I moved up to prep. Then one day I asked the cook if I could help make the soup, and he said: ‘No, the recipes are in English.’ But I told him, ‘Just show me once, and you’ll never have to show me again.’ So that’s how I started cooking. Now I manage the kitchen. But if my workers ever need help with the dishes, I wash the dishes."
"I used to have really bad social anxiety. I’d be so afraid of saying something awkward and uninteresting, I’d stand on the perimeter of conversations and not say a thing. Which ironically came across as awkward and uninteresting."
"I have stage 3 melanoma, which puts me at a 48% chance of survival over the next 5 years. However, I have the ability to speed read very technical material, so I went to the library at Duke and read over 800 papers on melanoma, which doctors just don’t have the time to read. I found one very promising study that suggests chloro quinine, combined with the deprivation of a certain amino acid, has shrunk tumors in mice to almost nothing."
A playground in Illinois was booby trapped with straight-edged razors glued to equipment frequented by children, WQAD.com reported.
Feminist snark, 1915 style
About Marilyn Monroe:
“I met Marilyn in 1953, before she met Frank, before she met Peter, before she knew any of us. I met her before she was all screwed up, so I knew what she was like then and what she had become, and I felt badly for the kid. At the same time, I was a little tired of all the bullshit. There was only so much you could take. I fact, no one had an easy life. We were all screwed up in our own ways. We all had problems. We were all doing drugs, let’s face it. I was no saint, either. But I showed up for work. You had to show up for work. That was the priority. You had to be glad you had a job and you had to show up for work. I’m not saying she wasn’t sick all of those days. Who knows? I wasn’t following her around like the FBI. I was just sitting on my ass waiting for her to show up at the studio. So, when I had my chance to get out, I did. However, the few scenes we did, I enjoyed, but getting to them…oh my God, I mean the takes, one after the other; it would drive any man crazy. But…look…I liked her. She was a good kid. But when you looked into her eyes, there was nothing there. No warmth. No life. It was all illusion. She looked great on film, yeah. But in person…she was a ghost.” – Dean Martin
Grapefruit, orange, lemon, lime.