Last night we saw the 1984 Brian DePalma film "Body Double" with Melanie Griffith and Greg Wasson or Chris Wassen or Craig Wasson, an actor who might look vaguely familiar, but not so you could name him.  I say this as someone who watched the credits at the end and remarked, "Omagosh, Carol was Barbara Crampton!"  How did I not recognize her; she ( Read more... )

The thistle feeder is basically full, and it is there for the tiny birds who benefit from such small seeds.  If you have never seen a thistle seed, it is mostly the feathery upper region which lets it float aloft on a breeze, with the tiniest of black seed acting as hanging ballast below.  However, for some reason, a small woodpecker has glommed ( Read more... )

Facebook, where people post little movies full of homey advice such as "One day you will look back on your life and realize that you worried about things that don't matter ..." It goes on to give me some panacea about not worrying so much, enjoying the day, based on what I'm gonna think when I'm 90. Ehem. Ehem. I was gonna launch into a ( Read more... )

I was out of the house all day, attending Barbara Marshall's funeral in Cambridge, Md. Thomas Funeral Home, if you care ( Read more... )

I just figured it out last week, but I have been trying not to say it aloud for fear the words make it magically true. It is true, though. Peter Watts, that Canadian science fiction writer whose work I so enjoyed? He's one angry asshole. Online, it's one of his primary modes of being. I had seen commenters to his blog call him one, but I dismissed ( Read more... )

If you think the end of the world is a metaphor for the small -- and no less heart-aching -- Ragnarok we all face at the end of our lives, you are thinking correctly. But it will not save you.

John Hodgman

Pardon me while I work this out outloud. Sorry if you have heard this before from me: I am still working on it ( Read more... )

It occurred to me on the drive home that today was the anniversary of someones death, but I couldn't think whose. I hope it's someone who has been dead for a while.

Seems like Marie died. Funeral Thursday. What was she, like 97? *sigh* Bon chance, old girl.

Saturday the 5th - Dream one in which I am having an extended conversation with a Dave Garrett or a Dave Barrett and he tells me to be sure to remember that he died at 9:22. Okay, dude! Look, I even wrote it down ( Read more... )