Duff rocket appears outside International Space Station. It docks and in floats four bottles of Duff, four cans of Duff, Suds McDuff [Santa’s Little Helper] and four bikini clad space girls. A rocket tray delivers a tray of 40 Duff’s to the astronauts. And Malibu Hen needs a closet for all his beach thongs. Springfield Grand PrixThis is Kent Brockman at the first annual Springfield Grand Prix which like all our town showcase events is not only poorly planned, it’s horribly executed…. Apparently today is also the Tour De Springfield bike race. Springfield Elementary with the parents of lockdown leader Bart Simpson. These are among the people who’ve come today to spit into Montgomery Burns open grave. Roll over Ann Coulter and tell James Carville the news. Springfield voters have overwhelmingly rejected the major candidates of both parties in favor of a write-in eight-year-old Ralph Wiggum.
On the weekends, breakfast becomes brunch and includes prime rib and bottomless mimosas. Foxwood’s Festival Buffet in Mashantucket is a shining example of the type of buffets found at casinos across the country. The offerings include Asian, Italian, and seafood. The breakfast buffet may be one of the best kept secrets in the state. Café Sierra at Hilton Los Angeles Universal City is an elegant buffet featuring Mandarin cuisine in addition to the standard Vegas-style offerings of prime rib and seafood. Visitors cram harbourfront sidewalks and downtown walkways, yet it’s only a 15-minute walk from the central Royal BC Museum to neighbourhood cafes in James Bay ; shopping for the old and offbeat along Government and Fort Streets.
Buffet is now $45 ..absolutely ridiculous
Hazel wailed, “I’m going to be embarrassed to death–all those people staring at me.” So she was embarrassed by nobody’s staring at all. The company didn’t even cackle at her having failed to show up. “I’m going to hate it! I’ll want to come back the minute we land! I’ll see poor Howard crying there, all the time,” she bawled, while Fred mechanically tapped her back… And, no longer listening much, over her shoulder surveyed their first stateroom…. He carefully did not tell her that there was such a thing as returning to Boston on the pilot boat. Fred had heard, as something that might happen to people whom you never met, that there had been cases in which entirely sane persons had been forced into private institutions, that were really private insane asylums, by relatives who were grasping or simply stupid. They had been penned in for years, and the more they protested, the more they had been considered dangerous, until they had sunk into the belief that they really were cracked. “Well, Doctor, I’m glad to have seen your shop. I’m sure you could do a lot for people who are disturbed and puzzled. But I hope you don’t think any of this is for me! Nosir! Well, Sara, let’s skip back to the hotel.” Fred had swung between amusement and exasperation till now, but he found nothing amusing at all in the four floors and roof which made up the sanitarium. The bedrooms, though small, were bright enough with red-and-yellow upholstery, and there were no bars on the windows, but the corridors smelled of drugs, and he saw a male attendant, a shaved gorilla, standing in a niche, watchfully looking up and down a corridor–up and down, with surly slowness. His forearms, revealed by the cut-off sleeves of his white jacket, were strong and horribly well scrubbed.
He did not pretend to be reading; frankly he was watching her, everything she did, and she became jerky. She rose and paced toward the fireplace, airily swinging her hands, trying to think of any reason why she should go to the fireplace. She moved the brass Buddha on the mantelpiece two inches to the right; she felt her father’s condemnatory glance scorching her back, and hastily she moved Buddha back again. With a fine fingertip, she smoothed the cool glossy cover of a garden magazine–and peeped at the telephone. Not for fifteen minutes did Gene make a real effort to get rid of Ben Bogey, for like all people who work in offices, including magazine offices, publishers’ offices and the clangorous offices of latter-day authors, with their lecture and radio and cinema departments, Gene was pleased by anything like an excuse to stop telephoning. When Ben went cheerily out, Howard stuttered, “S-s-say, could I see you for just a minute, Mr Bogey? Let’s go across the street and have a cuppacoffee.” Sara was magnificently playing the role of new broom. She was assistant secretary of the Coheeze, and managing editor as well as two-finger stenographer and advertising solicitor of Protest & Progress. She wrote the minor editorials, with happy thought of how much they were going to annoy Fred, and in them felt herself a combination of Queen Marie, Emma Goldman, Lady Astor, Virginia Woolf and Charlotte Corday. It was a good job, this profession of being not merely allowed but encouraged to clout every head that rose above the mob, and of actually being paid for doing it–provided she went out and raised funds for the payment. He felt absurd in doing it, but Fred was in training for adventure. When Fred Cornplow was an Egyptian, it was he who planned the pyramids, conciliated the mad pharaohs, tried to make existence endurable for the sweating slaves.
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“Yes, it’s so soothing. Very recreational. Last year we had an ex-United States senator here, seventy years old, and he knitted a sweater for his wife.” “–you might be led into extravagances that would dissipate your entire small fortune. But of course, my dear fellow, you’re not even sure that you want us to do our modest best for you, as yet. Do let me show you our place here–our ‘plant’ you would no doubt call it.” “Mr Cornplow, from what Sara has told me and from what I have already observed, it is clear that you have lost grip–oh, just the least bit; nothing that can’t readily be corrected by psychobiologic re-education. Lost grip on your personal affairs. Don’t be frightened.” He could not have been expected to know that, in a psychologist’s or a psychiatrist’s office, the only person who is ever permitted to say “in my experience” is the healer. “Foreigners? Yes, possibly. Foreigners are often crooked. But Dr Janissary is a real American. And he speaks five languages and plays the violin and goes trout fishing.” He thought it was a splendid idea to have a call bell on the end of a cord, hanging beside his head. He wanted to introduce it at home, though he had the sanity to admit that he didn’t know what would happen if he pressed it with any idea that it would influence Hedgar the Hun. “For a B.M.R., I want to have it taken after twelve-fourteen hours’ complete rest, without food and even without your smoking a cigarette.”