John Green, the eminent name in sci-fi literature has an upcoming movie adaptation of his latest book, The Fault in Our Stars, a story about how the nuclear reactions within stars are going wrong and two plucky astronauts, Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters, must fix these faults. Augustus is a suave astronaut with a habit of placing cigarettes in his mouth but never lighting them as the high-pressure oxygen rich environment would cause certain death – a metaphor for the fiery stars that could cause them death one day if they aren’t fixed.
This comes after failed attempts to adapt Green’s previous novels such as Looking for Alaska: a post apocalyptic dystopia where a young man must go on a journey through the wastelands to find Alaska, an alleged safe haven for survivors. But is it really what he thinks it is? Or is Alaska just a myth, now blown off the map like much of the rest of the US? Paper Towns: a story of 70s espionage where a young spy, Q, must follow a strange paper trail to uncover hidden secrets – but has he been deceived all this time? And the less popular An Abundance of Katherines: a tale of a mad scientist’s cloning experiments that go wrong. Will he ever learn the secret of resurrecting the long dead Archduke Franz Ferdinand? Or will he be stuck forever trying to refine the mathematical formula he believes holds the secrets to solving all his problems?
In a couple of hours I’m going to be getting on a flight to the other side of the country. I hope I’m not too excited to utilise those 4 hours flight time for the only sleep I’m getting tonight.
When he was 2 years old, he fell out of a second story window and fractured his skull
When he was 6 years old, he mistakenly drank boric acid.
When he was 9 years old, he fell over a small cliff and broke his leg.
When he was 11 years old, he contracted measles and was in a coma for nine days.
When he was 14 years old, he broke his arm when he caught it in a carriage door.
When he was 19 years old, he was struck on the head by a falling brick.
When he was 23 years old, he almost died from the effects of tainted wine.
When he was 29 years old, Adolph Sax invented the saxophone.
clearly someone didn’t want that saxophone invented
THIS NEEDS TO BE A 300-PAGE SCI-FI NOVEL BECAUSE I WOULD READ THE HELL OUTTA THAT
Then he got lip cancer.
There’s a lot of new followers who probably don’t realise I’m doing a daily selfie thing. Well… now you know. Selfie everyday in 2014. It’s made difficult by the lack of a smart phone so you get nothing but nice DSLR photos of my face. Everyday. Lots of them. Excellent. Yes. Gooooood.
Because I’m trying to go on Tumblr less but I’m still posting a daily selfie my blog is starting to look intensely narcissistic… I swear I am not as vain as I seem.
I mean, I’m still kinda vain but like… slightly less than you would think.
Anonymous asked: your hair is fantastic <3
Thank you :) Let’s dance to celebrate this: