A nice short post, I promise ya.
Some little-known facts:
1. I enjoy reading Hannibal Lecter fanfiction, and have even been known to write some in my day.
2. A current labor of love is resurrecting a Lecterfic archive from about a decade ago.
3. Hannibal Lecter's amour, Clarice Starling, likes to drink Jack Daniel's.
4. Jack Daniel's brand contains an apostrophe, because the guy who founded the distillery had the surname of Daniel. NOT DANIELS.
5. If I had a dime for every fucking apostrophe I had to edit back into the name, I'd be a wealthy woman indeed.
End of rant. Hope everyone had an enjoyable weekend.
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Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
1991: My Summer of Death and Religious Craziness
It was the third of September.
A day I’ll always remember, yes I will.
‘Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
-Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong, “Poppa Was a Rolling Stone”
~
My father could hardly have been described as a rolling stone, but he did happen to pass away on September 3rd. He was diagnosed with advanced colon cancer the year before, but kept it a secret until he couldn’t anymore, in the spring of 1991. If it had been up to him, he would have died alone, with no fanfare. He was signed up for Meals on Wheels and Visiting Nurse services, and those kind people were the ones who found him helpless on the floor and called to let me know, over his strong objections. While his oncologist predicted his death by early summer (and with good reason -- by the time I learned the truth, he weighed about 70 pounds and could be transferred from couch to bed by two slightly built women using a sheet as a sling), he hung on for another two and a half months. He endured the indignity of having strangers in his house, his living room turned into a sickroom, and most of his personal autonomy taken away. None of this could be helped -- he was too fragile to move to my home or even to a Hospice facility, and the heavy pain medications made it impossible for him to manage his finances or make decisions for himself. He and I didn’t get along spectacularly well by that point, so it was awkward on both sides for me to be taking over the checkbook. But there was nobody else. Mom had died the year before, and I was the only child.
It was an extremely stressful time. Religion didn’t help things at all.
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A day I’ll always remember, yes I will.
‘Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
-Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong, “Poppa Was a Rolling Stone”
~
My father could hardly have been described as a rolling stone, but he did happen to pass away on September 3rd. He was diagnosed with advanced colon cancer the year before, but kept it a secret until he couldn’t anymore, in the spring of 1991. If it had been up to him, he would have died alone, with no fanfare. He was signed up for Meals on Wheels and Visiting Nurse services, and those kind people were the ones who found him helpless on the floor and called to let me know, over his strong objections. While his oncologist predicted his death by early summer (and with good reason -- by the time I learned the truth, he weighed about 70 pounds and could be transferred from couch to bed by two slightly built women using a sheet as a sling), he hung on for another two and a half months. He endured the indignity of having strangers in his house, his living room turned into a sickroom, and most of his personal autonomy taken away. None of this could be helped -- he was too fragile to move to my home or even to a Hospice facility, and the heavy pain medications made it impossible for him to manage his finances or make decisions for himself. He and I didn’t get along spectacularly well by that point, so it was awkward on both sides for me to be taking over the checkbook. But there was nobody else. Mom had died the year before, and I was the only child.
It was an extremely stressful time. Religion didn’t help things at all.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Unplanned meme
Stolen from Dana.
1. What was the last thing about which you procrastinated?
Currently, I'm procrastinating about switching over from satellite TV+DSL+local & LD service from the phone company to Fiberoptic TV+fiberoptic internet+fiberoptic VOIP. There are a lot of reasons for this, mainly the work involved in doing price comparisons, but also just the basic hassle of changing anything having to do with technology. My dear Luddite husband doesn't like change and will take awhile to adapt, even if the change is good and will save us money.
2. How long does it take you to fall asleep, and do you sleep through the night?
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1. What was the last thing about which you procrastinated?
Currently, I'm procrastinating about switching over from satellite TV+DSL+local & LD service from the phone company to Fiberoptic TV+fiberoptic internet+fiberoptic VOIP. There are a lot of reasons for this, mainly the work involved in doing price comparisons, but also just the basic hassle of changing anything having to do with technology. My dear Luddite husband doesn't like change and will take awhile to adapt, even if the change is good and will save us money.
2. How long does it take you to fall asleep, and do you sleep through the night?
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Friday, May 14, 2010
The Oil Companies Can Go Bleep Themselves
A short post, but one I’ve wanted to write for awhile.
Anybody ancient enough to remember the old show from the 1970s, Barney Miller? It starred Hal Linden as a police captain in Manhattan. Steve Landesberg, Max Gail and Ron Glass were among the ensemble cast, and beyond the first season, the stage set was confined to the precinct room along with its barred holding cell.
Along with The Odd Couple, another classic series that ran (also on ABC) during roughly the same time period, Barney Miller’s draw was its dry comedic approach to New York and its denizens. The writing was almost impossibly crisp -- making Seinfeld’s plots and dialogue look downright clunky by comparison -- with an air of authority to it.
I remember one episode, and would really love to hear from someone who can corroborate, because I know it’s not my imagination. I’ve searched archives numerous times but come up with nothing. So far.
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Anybody ancient enough to remember the old show from the 1970s, Barney Miller? It starred Hal Linden as a police captain in Manhattan. Steve Landesberg, Max Gail and Ron Glass were among the ensemble cast, and beyond the first season, the stage set was confined to the precinct room along with its barred holding cell.
Along with The Odd Couple, another classic series that ran (also on ABC) during roughly the same time period, Barney Miller’s draw was its dry comedic approach to New York and its denizens. The writing was almost impossibly crisp -- making Seinfeld’s plots and dialogue look downright clunky by comparison -- with an air of authority to it.
I remember one episode, and would really love to hear from someone who can corroborate, because I know it’s not my imagination. I’ve searched archives numerous times but come up with nothing. So far.
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