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Carrie Fisher


Drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.

Thank you, honey. Thank you so much.


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Saturday, November 26th, 2016 02:48 pm
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RIP, Ron Glass

He knew the brownies were hash, because "I can tell by the way I feel."

Here's a story from the 80's reboot of The Twilight Zone, in which Glass plays... well, watch for yourself. You won't regret it.

I of Newton - The Twilight Zone, 1980's version

Love you, darling.

Saturday, October 22nd, 2016 08:50 pm
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Winter comes, and the snow falls.

Time doesn't wait, but slips away.

The only thing that holds us here is love.

The memory of light, and life, in the darkness.

All we are is water, running onward to the sea.

There we will be whole, no longer separate.

Happy journey, Julia.

Don't forget us. * hug *
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RIP, dear Candy Man

“The decision to wait until this time to disclose his condition wasn’t vanity, but more so that the countless young children that would smile or call out to him ‘there’s Willy Wonka,’ would not have to be then exposed to an adult referencing illness or trouble and causing delight to travel to worry, disappointment or confusion,” his nephew, Jordan Walker-Pearlman, said. “He simply couldn’t bear the idea of one less smile in the world.”

Age 83, of Alzheimer's.


Oh, jeez

Sunday, June 19th, 2016 02:02 pm
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I haz a sad...

Anton Yelchin dies in freak accident...

Man, 2016 just isn't gonna stop hating us, is it?

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Another Titan falls...

September - Earth, Wind & Fire

RIP Maurice White.

You know, I want to rage, but listening to this music, I just... can't.


ETA: Great thread at C&L on EW&F. Here's a couple more of their great tunes.

Shining Star


Man, their music takes me back. Back to the quad at IHHS, listening to tunes on our little radios at lunchtime, dissing the history teacher and wondering who we would turn out to be.


Fish has swum away

Tuesday, January 26th, 2016 01:22 pm
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Hell, he can't do that! It screws up all my arrangements!

RIP, Abe Vigoda. Your sad sack eyes and constant world weariness made it easier to be Not Pretty and Not Rich and Not Really Worth Much. A champion for those of us who just wanted to make it through our lives without getting hit by a bus.


What the hell??

Monday, January 18th, 2016 03:47 pm
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Glenn Frey has flown away

Seriously, what the fuck is going on?

serai: A kiss between Casey Connor and Zeke Tyler (ThinWhite)
So I've been grooving on Bowie's music all day, giving thanks to the Goddess for his existence, and to him for the great gift of art he gave us all. And I realized that my favorite of his albums is not any of the ones you might think, but rather his best-selling one: Let's Dance.

I think it's genius. Who else could have rescued disco from the ash heap of music history and made dancing bright and fun and hot and COOL again? Nobody I can think of. And yet he pulled it off (with help from his friend Niles Roger, of course). I love these tracks. They swing. An old-fashioned term, but the only one that fits. They take you by the hips and make you want to MOVE.

And I fucking love that.

Modern Love

China Girl

Let's Dance

(Note the album cover image, which you see in that last viedo - another example of Bowie's cutting humor, as "let's dance" is a fighting term as well as an invitation to dance.)

So yeah, along with Starman (my favorite Bowie song) and Rebel Rebel, his "disco-era" stuff - Fame, Young Americans, Golden Years - and the Let's Dance album are really my favorites. I much prefer music that makes me want to move rather music that makes me angry or sad. The Berlin period may have been more innovative, but it's just not stuff I want to listen to. THIS is what I listen to - the Bowie that moved, that danced, that laughed. The Bowie that knew life is worth living.

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Jesus. I really don't know how to feel about this. He was so enormous, unique. It's not sadness I'm feeling - it's emptiness. He's not leaving sorrow, he's leaving a hole. A hole in the center of things, at the edge of things, in the eye of things. In the way we see things. No, in the way things are seen. He created a way to see things that no one else had before, and now that lens is capped, and things will not be seen that way again. Other ways, yes, but not the way he saw them. It was never the makeup, or the swagger, or the knife-edge balancing act of his persona, or the songs even - it was the way he saw things. That's what made it possible for him to rope together all the arts and disciplines he did, and make a life that was in itself a work of art.

It was that life in total that was the thing, not any one component. He wedded life and art and found the way to make them dance together. I am a DJ, I am what I play, he sang, and he was right. For the world, he was what he played, what he played at, what he played with. He played with the world, turned it into a weird, fantastical jungle gym that he climbed on, up, around, endlessly rearranging the bars to move the dance along.

He was sharp, too. His humor was pointed, observant, nasty, and he used his art and his stature and his stance as a slightly alien being to drive that humor home. To drive that knife in. Listen to me, don't listen to me. Talk to me, don't talk to me. Dance with me, don't dance with me. No... Beep beep! He reveled in artifice - in some ways he was the ultimate Artificial Being - but he played with that fantasy, made it reality, then made it a fantasy again, taking it with deadly seriousness while he was laughing hysterically. That constant uncertainty, that duality, made him the human embodiment of Schroedinger's Cat, in a way - he was never one thing or the other, but both and neither simultaneously.

He played with history, too. Even his own stories were fair game. The shrieking of nothing is killing me... Time and again I tell myself, I'll stay clean tonight... I've never done good things, I've never done bad things... The hero Major Tom falls to earth hard, his fame driving deep into darkness, depression, addiction. He falls into a field of stars he cannot escape, up into a space that traps him, slowly killing him. Want an ax to break the ice, wanna come down right now. The beauty of the world can lift us into heaven, but it can also rot and kill us. There is no certainty, only change, fluidity, the cycle. Change or be left in the darkness.

Fake or real? Is there a difference? Does it even matter? All of life is a fake, a construction, something made up between creatures who think they know what the world is. But we don't know, not really. All we have is our stories to keep us afloat, to give the time meaning, to keep time in existence at all. Every pair of eyes is different, every gaze changes the world, nothing is the same ever, anywhere. Strange fascinations fascinate me... Time may change me, but I can't trace time. Fluid, moving, changing. We think we're on solid ground, we think we know the world, but ultimately we know nothing. His art celebrated Socrates in its way, acknowledging that the best wisdom is to acknowledge the absence of certainty, to keep questioning, keep searching, keep moving. To move is to live... until one stops moving. And even then, we keep moving, onward, into something we cannot see or understand.

But it doesn't matter, does it? Because we're here, right now. The water flows around us, we swim, we dance, we change. Life is a dance, a song, a painting, a living sculpture. An alien thing, fallen to earth from the stars, breaking open and covering the planet with a net of seeming infinity, always changing, climbing, dancing, joining, separating, rising, waking, looking up, rising up, falling, falling, dying and rising again. Moving towards the light, falling towards the darkness. Life, grand, bright, ridiculous, spinning, exploding, artful, chaotic, heroic, seemingly endless... until it ends. We can be heroes, just for one day.

Just for one day. That's the message. Just for one day.

RIP, strange and beautiful prince. I'll keep my radio tuned to the stars. Now you'll be the one calling us from beyond...

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are passing back and forth
through the doorway where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.

Don't go back to sleep.

-- Rumi

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So Wes Craven died today. Most people know him for his work in horror films, but I was never into those. I'll always remember him for his work with the 80's version of The Twilight Zone. Just like the original, it was a hit-and-miss affair, but when it was good, it kicked serious ass. Craven directed several episodes, some of the best in the series, including this one.


Herein you can see the very first segment of that series, a dramatization of Harlan Ellison's short story Shatterday starring an almost unknown Bruce Willis. This was a lot of people's first glimpse of the man, including me. It's miles away from his usual wiseacre persona, certainly from David Addison, the smartass detective he'd play for several seasons on Moonlighting, and the blueprint for so many of his performances after. Here he's uptight, paranoid, and spiralling slowly into madness. An interesting performance handled in an interesting way by Craven. I especially like the focus on keeping the main character in a tight visual box, emphasizing the concept of being shut in and cut off.

RIP, for a talented artist.


Sunday, July 12th, 2015 06:31 pm
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Oh, my god.

Roger Rees has gone on to the footlights in the sky.

He was lovely. Like a lot of people, I knew of him first as Nicholas Nickleby, in the mammoth nine-hour production of Dickens's novel. Although he was clearly too old for the role, he captured the sweet honor and despairing compassion of the character, as well as his hopefulness, dreams, and courage. That he went on to so much success never surprised me at all.

Finale (Good Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen) - from The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby

If you haven't seen this, you should. It's out on DVD. A great thing to make part of a holiday tradition, I think. I watch it every year around the holidays.

Thank you, good man, for all your great work. You'll be so missed.

The wind has come...

Thursday, June 11th, 2015 02:40 pm
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...and blown the White Wizard away.


Count Dracula
Lord Summerisle
Saruman the White
and the greatest voice in heavy metal EVAH.


Saturday, February 28th, 2015 10:51 pm
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And this.

I still can't get past this. How can the Universe exist without him?


Saturday, February 28th, 2015 06:29 am
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Thank you. For everything

It's hard to breathe right now.

RIP, Disembodia

Friday, February 20th, 2015 01:28 pm
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Oh wow, I can't believe The Big Bang Theory made me cry!

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Monday, August 11th, 2014 08:41 pm
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

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Fred Phelps dead at 84.

The monger of hate has finally kicked the bucket. Good riddance, I say. Some people the world is better without.

(Check out the tweet from his daughters about how "there's only heaven or nothing". Yeah, can't stand the idea that your daddy might actually have to pay for his sadism, can you?)

This one's for you, fucker:

The Hell of It - Paul Williams

While we're at it, let's have a chorus, shall we? Maestro Denis, strike up the band!

Asshole - Denis Leary

No, fuckface, you weren't a brave pioneering savior out to save the world from its self-imposed damnation.


(P.S. Today is also the International Day of Happiness. Irony, thou art my bitch.)
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"I'm not an actor, I'm a MOVIE STAR!" - Alan Swann, My Favorite Year

My favorite movie quote from Peter O'Toole. What a wonderful performance in a wonderful film. He was such a great, sardonic, witty performer. He was fantastic in The Ruling Class (what a great Jesus), and phenomenal in The Stunt Man (what a great Satan). Had The Lord of the Rings been made ten years earlier, he would have had my vote to play Gandalf, as he would have played him much closer to the character in the book. (Not that I'm knocking McKellen, just that the Gandalf in the book wasn't nearly so cuddly.) And of course, his Henry II, in Becket and The Lion in Winter was not to be equalled.

*sigh* They're all going, one by one. The way of things, of course, but still...*sigh*

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