In the book, Elwes will recall behind-the-scenes memories of the making of the hit through interviews with castmembers, including Billy Crystal, Robin Wright, Carol Kane, Christopher Guest, Chris Sarandon and writer William Goldman. Director Rob Reiner is contributing the book's foreword.
The 1987 film traces the journey of Westley (Elwes), a farm boy vying for the love of a princess after the two have been separated for five years. It features iconic performances by Mandy Patinkin as the vengeful Spaniard Inigo Montoya and Wallace Shawn as criminal "mastermind" Vizzini.
Here's a Princess Bride oral history as well.
Jonathan Chait does not think the play will work.
Instead, the play is a naked bootleg to the left, running straight into the defensive back who isn't guarding anybody. That is to say, imagining they'll face an outnumbered and horribly misaligned defense, the offense proposes to attack the only part of the field where the defense has an unblockable defender. This is literally the only play I can imagine that could not work against this defense.
At 79, Bud was tired. Except for Christmas, the restaurant was always open, day and night. Now a developer wanted to replace it with another apartment building for college kids. The offer was too good to pass up.
“Where are we gonna eat?” the old-timers kept asking.
“I don’t know,” Bud said. “Where am I gonna eat?”
This had been his place for 16,767 mornings. None ever felt like this.
This was a facultatively parasitic relationship. In other words, the eels didn’t need to be living in the sharks heart (that would be obligate parasitism), rather they took advantage of an opportunity to get a meal. They proposed that the eels probably attacked the shark after it had been hooked and was dangling, distressed, from the longline. They had some evidence that the shark was probably resting on the bottom, which may have made it easier for the eels to find. The pugnoses somehow gained entry (hypothesised to be through the gills) and made their way to the heart, where they dined on the beasts blood up until it died. Maybe they would have burrowed out again after the animal expired, maybe they would have suffocated (remember – the eels had be swimming in and breathing the sharks blood once they were inside, how bizarre is that?).
On Quora, Jon Pennington went into great detail exploring why certain names may have been popular when they were. It's speculative as hell, but still interesting. I'm also interested by the idea the people I know with these popular names are all a good 5-10 years ahead of the peak popularity of their names.
1962-1969: Lisa (The graphs show that Lisa wasn't a common name until c. 1940. Its popularity gradually increased from the 1940s to the 1950s, then increased exponentially from the 1950s to the 1960s. A likely cause of the exponential increase in popularity in the 1950s might be Nat King Cole's Mona Lisa, a very popular song that came out in 1950, but that doesn't explain why the name started becoming more common in the 1940s. Another factor that may have sustained the name's popularity could be the first US tour of Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, which took place in 1963.)
Quora post via @irondavy
The Goblin shark has this mouth that pops out of its mouth to catch prey. Just watch.
Peruvian fisherman are illegally killing dolphins to use as shark bait.
Idiot man takes paddle board into water specifically to look at sharks.
Avalanche Sharks is another follow up to Sharknado.
Shark fence in Western Australia.
I didn't know there were sharks in the English Channel.
When the fellas testing the fire alarm woke us up by testing the fire alarm, I reached my hand to the ground looking for the Fitbit. When I didn't find it, I got on my hands and knees, and looked under the couch and the coffee table. Then looked in the cushions. Then looked in my clothes to make sure it wasn't there. Then I got on my hands and knees, and looked under the couch and the coffee table. Then looked in the cushions. Then looked in my clothes to make sure it wasn't there. Rinse. Repeat.
It's gone. The only thing I can think happened is the Fitbit somehow fell off and became a cat toy. It's not in any of the places the cat toys end up, though. I looked in each of those places about 6 times, and there are plenty of toys, but there are no Fitbits. I don't think the cats ate it because A) They seem fine and B) The steps haven't increased at all since it disappeared. I understand the inside of a cat is probably hostile territory to a Fitbit, but I'd expect it to register at least a few steps before it stopped working.
So that was this morning, and I haven't been able to do anything all day. This is ridiculous. I'm trying to figure out how to put it to words, but basically, the missing Fitbit is occupying just enough of my brain I can't focus on anything. There's two parts to this. First, where the hell did it go? Imagine falling asleep with your keys, or your phone, or a quarter, or an orange, and then waking up and it's gone. You looked everywhere, and it's just completely gone. Second, after wearing a Fitbit for over a year, I'm used to tracking my steps. Pretty much any time I moved today, I had the nagging feeling of, "Hey, these steps aren't being recorded. Do they event matter? They don't matter. Just stop walking and take a seat." Again, this is ridiculous, but that's where my head has been all day. Thank you for letting me share.