Ronald James Padavona, better known to you and I as Ronnie James Dio, has died.

May you feast in the hall of Bragi, Dio, and spend the time until the End surrounded by glory.

I just watched Alton Brown add ketchup to a tomato sauce.

The man is dead to me now, much to the hurt of my heart.

I can't really sum it up in a way that will make you not think I'm shitting you, so click the link and read with stunned horror and disbelief. I know I did.

I found out around 4pm or so that a girl I used to work with about a year or so ago died last weekend.

She was cool - we hung out during lunch break and bitched about Telespectrum and how much we hated working at Intel. We had good times.

She had Cancer. I didn't even know she was sick.

Is dead.

May you feast to the sounds of automatic firearms and revel each night with Egyptian beauties.

Rest well, Mr. Heston.

Gary Gygax is dead.

Here's hoping you rolled a natural 20 on your "Getting past St. Peter" roll, Mr. Gygax.

Thanks for everything.

Thing the first: If I die of Old Age (hah!), consider this to be a binding request and - unless superseded by a more recent request by me - have my body stuffed and mounted to look like it is in vicious mortal combat with this and put the diorama in the front hall of my children's home. With an inscription reading "K. James McMullen, killing and ( Read more... )

At Nonna's for Christmas eve - it's tradition that we're all here for a fish-based feast (those wacky Catholics) and doubly important given that Amadeo just died.

Yesterday was Yule, spent it with the folks, had several (too many, maybe) drinks with Da. Gave a cup of Rum to the Aesir, Asunya and Vanir, asked for happiness and health and all that ( Read more... )

Been 2 days since the funeral, had time to process and think.

( Here goes. )