Another brutally cold day. Currently, it's 23˚F, with the windchill at 11˚F. And sunny.
I awoke to the news that Alan Rickman has died. The past few weeks have not been kind to celebrity. First Lemmy, then Natalie Cole. Then David Bowie. And now, Alan Rickman.
Yesterday, I put together Sirenia Digest #119, and as soon as I get the PDF back, it'll
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Same. I feel very blank. I didn't think he was immortal, but I loved his voice.
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I keep hearing his voice in my head, singing a duet with Johnny Depp while getting a deadly shave. And I see the pained loving look on his face as Marianne Dashwood ignores him, and his lone figure standing in the middle of Bosquet de la Salle-de-Bal, surrounded by dancing couples. I'm reading the Hitchhiker's Guide books right now and Marvin has his soft, miserable groan. At least he's everywhere.
(Incidentally, I found your blog over the summer while searching for other people's opinions of a specific short story by Ramsey Campbell, and have been reading through it from November 2001 forwards. I'm in mid-late 2008 now and am still going strong -- there's a lot to love in these posts. I'm keeping up with current posts too, of course. Social media is (are?) good for a laugh, but I prefer something thoughtful that doesn't come from a feed.)
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I'm not the sort to infer anything from it but I found it weird he was the same age as Bowie, both were killed by cancer, and they were born not far from each other in London. In any case, 69 seems too young nowadays and I feel like they both had so much more life in them.
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I read your blog.
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such a great actor, with many iconic roles.
I first read his birth year as 1956 and I was shocked that he was younger than me, but then, I checked and it was the previous decade.
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