farewell to the space princess
who took over her own rescue
she was a general, a senator
and a rebel
and a friend
to robots
leia
<3

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Prince’s solo starts at 3:28. Genius.

I mean wtf?

Tags:prince, rip, god damn it, 2016 officially sucks donkey balls, ptlife

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intrigueing wrote a wonderful tribute to Mr. Nimoy, and I responded. I'm really not up to writing a eulogy of my own at this point. The loss is too profound for me to touch.

But I recommend reading her tribute. It's wonderful.

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Really shouldn't be missed: Norm's Twitter TributeTo any of my friends still hurting from the ripples of Robin Williams' death, I'm sending hugs. This wasn't his fault and, if anything, this proves how loud and damned irrational that black dog is. It has no bearing on how good your life is or how beloved you are. And you are so loved. You just have ( Read more... )

I will never forget the sketch from Reality...What a Concept in which Robin Williams basically ad libbed an entire Shakespearean soliloquy about 3 Mile Island -- the man's mouth was hooked into his brain so perfectly, so completely, that his off-the-wall creativity ran off his tongue like paisley carpet. "Aye, the plant doth glow in the night like ( Read more... )

I will never forget when I heard we were sending a woman into space. It was on par with the first time I read Podkayne of Mars or saw Ripley kick killer-alien ass, except it was real. (Admittedly, the Soviets had sent Valentina Tereshkova into space before Dr. Ride, but I, for some strange reason, hadn't heard about it ( Read more... )

oh, man. I have so many feelings about Ray Bradbury, all of them positive but tinted with a little fear and melancholy, brown and gold and red, dusted with Martian sand and smelling faintly of must and my Uncle Lloyd's pipe smoke (I sometimes borrowed his paperbacks ( Read more... )

For those of you haven't heard, I'm sorry to pass on the depressing news that Maurice Sendak died a few days ago. He, along with Roald Dahl and Shel Silverstein formed an unholy triumvirate of literary influence on my developing brain, and I will miss them all terribly. I don't know who has taken up the cause these days, maybe that Lemony Snicket ( Read more... )

Adam "MCA" Yauch of the Beastie Boys has died at 47, probably of cancer. If it were possible to wear out a CD I think I did back in the early 90s when I was listening to Check Your Head incessantly while working in a small start up in South Park. I'd never heard that particular combination of driving music and rhythm and lyricism, and I was ( Read more... )