Read a book by the Illustrated Man underneath a Halloween Tree, while sitting by a F451 fire.
Happy birthday to Ray - glad he's still around and I hope he makes it beyond 100.
I met him briefly at a couple of book signings when I was in undergrad around 20 years ago. He was kind enough to chat with everyone a minute or two and is a genuinely nice guy. The autographed copies of several of his classics are a proud part of my library.
During one of the signings, someone got him to sign a copy of the "Fahrenheit 451" Cliffs Notes. Bradbury had a great sense of humor about it and happily signed.
Betty White can still kick his butt.
(And Asimov was better. )
When I was an undergrad, Asimov came on campus and gave a talk.
I rushed out of my Fluids class to hear The Great Man Himself speak.
After the lecture, I just wanted to say hello and thank him for the hours of reading pleasure he had given me. Then I noticed, he was signing autographs!
Holy Crap, why didn't I bring the Foundation Trilogy?!?!?!
Luckily, there was a little moppet in line in front of me. She handed him a wrinkled piece of paper and batted her big eyes at him and said, "Please, Dr. Asimov, will you sign this?"
With a great flourish and a magnanimous gesture, he said, "Of course, I'll sign anything!" to the great approval of the crowd.
That's when I said, "Even checks?" Everyone laughed and for one moment, he just glared at me, then recovered and said, "No, those I sign Harlan Ellison!"
And yes, he signed my Fluids book!
I won't like to it, but if you're a fan, you might want to look for the recent NSFW video--a song, in fact--posted in honor of his birthday. It features his name in the title. I think that it's all in the spirit of good fun and he apparently thought it was funny too.
Betty White can still kick his butt.
(And Asimov was better. )
When I was an undergrad, Asimov came on campus and gave a talk.
I rushed out of my Fluids class to hear The Great Man Himself speak.
After the lecture, I just wanted to say hello and thank him for the hours of reading pleasure he had given me. Then I noticed, he was signing autographs!
Holy Crap, why didn't I bring the Foundation Trilogy?!?!?!
Luckily, there was a little moppet in line in front of me. She handed him a wrinkled piece of paper and batted her big eyes at him and said, "Please, Dr. Asimov, will you sign this?"
With a great flourish and a magnanimous gesture, he said, "Of course, I'll sign anything!" to the great approval of the crowd.
That's when I said, "Even checks?" Everyone laughed and for one moment, he just glared at me, then recovered and said, "No, those I sign Harlan Ellison!"
And yes, he signed my Fluids book!
Many years ago, when I was in the 8th grade or so (early 60s), I wrote to Bradbury expressing my admiration for his writing. He wrote back to me with a Martian drawn on the envelope, with its open mouth around my name/address! After that we corresponded a little, I got some friends to write to him too, and soon he had sent us free tickets to a performance at a Los Angeles theater of three one-act plays based on his short stories, including The Veldt. What a great guy.