We're all at 3's and 7's now.
There's not much to say that hasn't already been said, these past few days of repeated depressing news of death after death. Although I had hope, I also knew from the whispers being reported on the internet that it wasn't going to turn out well. Carrie Fisher really died on Friday, it just took her body until Tuesday to catch up.
Debbie Reynolds, though, that was a sucker punch to the gut. Probably more so because I was sitting with my mother and grandmother when the news broke. If the reports are true that she had had several strokes prior in the year and was already in failing health, it would be no wonder that the shock killed her.
It's weird to think of a world without either of them. Probably more without Fisher in my case. I've never not wanted to be Princess Leia. Honestly, it's hard for me to think of another female role model that has been so very deep and consistently present in my mind. She is the eternal badass who isn't afraid to take control of a situation, can be diplomatic to even the worst of beings, and had the best hair ever.
Considering the closest I ever got to her was the next table over at a comic con two years ago, that's pretty awesome. Do I regret not paying the steep asking price for her autograph? No. I couldn't afford it and that's just how it is. But I did see her (and Gary) and it was enough be in the same room. I also, probably, thought I had more time...
But that's life.
As a manic depressive, reading her book Wishful Drinking helped give insight into someone else's struggle with mental illness. So many people have written about how she's helped them or given them understanding, or tools, or whatever, that really I haven't anything different to say. She had one hell of a life and I'm sure she's fucking pissed about getting taken so soon, but at least she went out...
...drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.
As for Debbie Reynolds, I always liked her. I always knew who she was. The only movies of hers that I watched with any frequency were the Halloweentown series, so that's gonna be hard now. No, I have never actually seen Singing In the Rain, beyond clips. Or pretty much anything else she's famous for.
I do wonder, however, how it went down when they both showed up in the afterlife and assuming Elizabeth Taylor and Eddie Fisher are there...
Also, I whole-heartedly believe Bowie started this exodus and is just hand-selecting kick ass cool people to join him in the afterlife or alternate reality, which could be both, since it's Bowie.
We have three days of 2016 to go and I can barely bring myself to read Twitter, since every time I open it there's another death announcement. My anxiety is through the roof and someone started a goddamn GoFundMe to protect Betty White and while there's several dozen "celebs" that, if they were to go in the next three days, it would upset me, but there's only one that might seriously do me in.
Someone please make sure Jack Bauer survives into 2017. Seriously. I'm pretty sure I would lose my mind if something happened to Sutherland at this point.
Edit: include Homme on that list, but I'm not so worried about him as much. I think his already "pretty much died and came back" experience has something to do with it, but for some reason this year feels more centered on wiping out movie stars then musicians, even though that's not true. There's been a ton of musicians taken, so what do I know?
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In not depressing but otherwise stupid news: UPS somehow delivered my DVD of Valley of the Dolls to my elderly neighbor. WTF, UPS. The call center guy basically told me it was delivered to 1303. Even he was stunned. I went to check but it was past 8pm by then and I don't know when she goes to bed. There was no package outside her door, so I sent her an email. Hopefully I'll hear from her tomorrow. If she opened it, she's in for a shock.
The craft store was having a decent sale on yarn, so I picked up five huge "one pound" skeins of yarn to work into a blanket for my cousin's daughter's birthday. I have until February. It should be simple, knitting blocks and whip stitching them together. Right?
Grams has decided to stay home for New Year's Eve, claiming she couldn't stay up till midnight. Well, that's totally plausible, since she's been going to bed "early" the last month or so. But I also suspect it's because Mom invited the neighbors and Grams just hates being social. Whatever. I am making "Happy Blue Year" cupcakes (spoiler: they're blue velvet) and I don't know what else we're doing but I think I will take along vodka. Because, vodka.
This absurd but therapeutic story is still pouring out of me. Great for my mind and calming my brain down, but not so great for chores I need to do or other stuff that really needs to be done. Oh well, it's happening for some reason, so I'll just ride it out.
Vikings was awful (in the sense of being emotional after an already emotional week) but they really did follow the saga of Ragnar through to the bitter end, and that very specific end that I had read about when this damn show started four years ago. Sigh.
I want a cat name Ubbe now. I have no idea why. Ivar and Ubbe wouldn't be a bad pair of names. Okay, maybe not Ivar. But still, Ubbe the cat!
Considering I was seriously thinking of getting a brown tabby named Ted and an orange calico named Bill, well, is Ubbe a step down or an improvement?
Constant vigilance and late night stupidity paid off, as I finally turned up the Disney pin of Burrito, the winged donkey from The Flying Gauchito segment of The Three Caballeros. My love for weird and obscure Disney characters knows no bounds; I am not a Disney Princess girl. Giving me a flying donkey or a sarcastic owl any day.
Anyway, the pin was part of a set, so finding it sold separately was a big deal. I also turned up one of the WDI pins from this year's NMBC Haunted Mansion Holiday release. The monster wreath with the "Audery II"-esque plants is one of my favorite parts of the overlay, and there was a specific pin of them riding in a Doom Buggy that was part of the release. More of my Christmas money gone but I will have my Burrito at long last.
One last thing: I have survive several outages, the changing of owners, the buyout by Russia, and several other things that have happened on LJ during the course of 15 plus years. But never, and I do mean never have I ever had such problems until now. I literally cannot read my friends page unless I am logged out. Nothing appears on it, and even then it is only public entries. But to even log out I have to delete the cookie that keeps me logged in, since the button to LOG OUT is INACCESSIBLE.
For over two days now it has been like this and of course the powers that be are ignoring everything, since it is the holidays and really, they don't give a shit about the site to begin with. I have filed a support request, I have commented on their FB page (which apparently has not updated since NOVEMBER 2015!) and I've done everything I know to do to try and fix it. It's not my fault, nothing on my end is causing this break. The goddamn app won't even work on my phone or iPad. Switching browsers doesn't help.
Basically, LJ is FUCKED.
So. If anyone posts anything of significance, I can't see it. I'm sorry. I'm actually shocked I can still read my own entries, since they're locked and filtered, but there you have it.
A fitting way to end 2016, I suppose.
Debbie Reynolds, though, that was a sucker punch to the gut. Probably more so because I was sitting with my mother and grandmother when the news broke. If the reports are true that she had had several strokes prior in the year and was already in failing health, it would be no wonder that the shock killed her.
It's weird to think of a world without either of them. Probably more without Fisher in my case. I've never not wanted to be Princess Leia. Honestly, it's hard for me to think of another female role model that has been so very deep and consistently present in my mind. She is the eternal badass who isn't afraid to take control of a situation, can be diplomatic to even the worst of beings, and had the best hair ever.
Considering the closest I ever got to her was the next table over at a comic con two years ago, that's pretty awesome. Do I regret not paying the steep asking price for her autograph? No. I couldn't afford it and that's just how it is. But I did see her (and Gary) and it was enough be in the same room. I also, probably, thought I had more time...
But that's life.
As a manic depressive, reading her book Wishful Drinking helped give insight into someone else's struggle with mental illness. So many people have written about how she's helped them or given them understanding, or tools, or whatever, that really I haven't anything different to say. She had one hell of a life and I'm sure she's fucking pissed about getting taken so soon, but at least she went out...
...drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.
As for Debbie Reynolds, I always liked her. I always knew who she was. The only movies of hers that I watched with any frequency were the Halloweentown series, so that's gonna be hard now. No, I have never actually seen Singing In the Rain, beyond clips. Or pretty much anything else she's famous for.
I do wonder, however, how it went down when they both showed up in the afterlife and assuming Elizabeth Taylor and Eddie Fisher are there...
Also, I whole-heartedly believe Bowie started this exodus and is just hand-selecting kick ass cool people to join him in the afterlife or alternate reality, which could be both, since it's Bowie.
We have three days of 2016 to go and I can barely bring myself to read Twitter, since every time I open it there's another death announcement. My anxiety is through the roof and someone started a goddamn GoFundMe to protect Betty White and while there's several dozen "celebs" that, if they were to go in the next three days, it would upset me, but there's only one that might seriously do me in.
Someone please make sure Jack Bauer survives into 2017. Seriously. I'm pretty sure I would lose my mind if something happened to Sutherland at this point.
Edit: include Homme on that list, but I'm not so worried about him as much. I think his already "pretty much died and came back" experience has something to do with it, but for some reason this year feels more centered on wiping out movie stars then musicians, even though that's not true. There's been a ton of musicians taken, so what do I know?
--
In not depressing but otherwise stupid news: UPS somehow delivered my DVD of Valley of the Dolls to my elderly neighbor. WTF, UPS. The call center guy basically told me it was delivered to 1303. Even he was stunned. I went to check but it was past 8pm by then and I don't know when she goes to bed. There was no package outside her door, so I sent her an email. Hopefully I'll hear from her tomorrow. If she opened it, she's in for a shock.
The craft store was having a decent sale on yarn, so I picked up five huge "one pound" skeins of yarn to work into a blanket for my cousin's daughter's birthday. I have until February. It should be simple, knitting blocks and whip stitching them together. Right?
Grams has decided to stay home for New Year's Eve, claiming she couldn't stay up till midnight. Well, that's totally plausible, since she's been going to bed "early" the last month or so. But I also suspect it's because Mom invited the neighbors and Grams just hates being social. Whatever. I am making "Happy Blue Year" cupcakes (spoiler: they're blue velvet) and I don't know what else we're doing but I think I will take along vodka. Because, vodka.
This absurd but therapeutic story is still pouring out of me. Great for my mind and calming my brain down, but not so great for chores I need to do or other stuff that really needs to be done. Oh well, it's happening for some reason, so I'll just ride it out.
Vikings was awful (in the sense of being emotional after an already emotional week) but they really did follow the saga of Ragnar through to the bitter end, and that very specific end that I had read about when this damn show started four years ago. Sigh.
I want a cat name Ubbe now. I have no idea why. Ivar and Ubbe wouldn't be a bad pair of names. Okay, maybe not Ivar. But still, Ubbe the cat!
Considering I was seriously thinking of getting a brown tabby named Ted and an orange calico named Bill, well, is Ubbe a step down or an improvement?
Constant vigilance and late night stupidity paid off, as I finally turned up the Disney pin of Burrito, the winged donkey from The Flying Gauchito segment of The Three Caballeros. My love for weird and obscure Disney characters knows no bounds; I am not a Disney Princess girl. Giving me a flying donkey or a sarcastic owl any day.
Anyway, the pin was part of a set, so finding it sold separately was a big deal. I also turned up one of the WDI pins from this year's NMBC Haunted Mansion Holiday release. The monster wreath with the "Audery II"-esque plants is one of my favorite parts of the overlay, and there was a specific pin of them riding in a Doom Buggy that was part of the release. More of my Christmas money gone but I will have my Burrito at long last.
One last thing: I have survive several outages, the changing of owners, the buyout by Russia, and several other things that have happened on LJ during the course of 15 plus years. But never, and I do mean never have I ever had such problems until now. I literally cannot read my friends page unless I am logged out. Nothing appears on it, and even then it is only public entries. But to even log out I have to delete the cookie that keeps me logged in, since the button to LOG OUT is INACCESSIBLE.
For over two days now it has been like this and of course the powers that be are ignoring everything, since it is the holidays and really, they don't give a shit about the site to begin with. I have filed a support request, I have commented on their FB page (which apparently has not updated since NOVEMBER 2015!) and I've done everything I know to do to try and fix it. It's not my fault, nothing on my end is causing this break. The goddamn app won't even work on my phone or iPad. Switching browsers doesn't help.
Basically, LJ is FUCKED.
So. If anyone posts anything of significance, I can't see it. I'm sorry. I'm actually shocked I can still read my own entries, since they're locked and filtered, but there you have it.
A fitting way to end 2016, I suppose.