January 5th, 2011

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R.I.P. Anne Francis

Anne Francis, who costarred in the 1950s science-fiction classic "Forbidden Planet" and later played the title role in "Honey West," the mid-1960s TV series about a sexy female private detective with a pet ocelot, died Sunday. She was 80. Francis, who was diagnosed with lung cancer in 2007 and underwent surgery and chemotherapy, died of complications of pancreatic cancer at a retirement home in Santa Barbara.

If I had my movies here, I'd watch Forbidden Planet as a tribute to her and to Leslie Nielsen.
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R.I.P. Gerry Rafferty

The Scottish singer-songwriter has died at the age of 63 after suffering from a long illness. A cause of death wasn't given. Gerry Rafferty will be best remembered for two tracks from the 1970s: the saxophone-fueled "Baker Street" and "Stuck in the Middle With You," which he recorded while in the band Stealers Wheel.

"Baker Street" has always been one of my favorites, which is funny when you realize that I had no idea who did the song for a long time. It was one of those songs that got played on the radio constantly, but I never heard a DJ say who it was. it was crazy. Then, one night, I was sitting in a Schlotzsky's Deli with syrinakintari, eating a pastrami Reuben on dark rye, when it came on the radio. I lamented aloud at still not knowing who it was (it was late and we were the only ones in there). Not long after the song was over, I hear someone from the counter call out to me, and tell me that they just called the station and that it was by Gerry Rafferty; now THAT'S service for ya. Next door was a huge music store, and i dropped my sandwich and went for it, leaving Emily sitting there, giggling. By the time she finished and came over with the remains of my dinner, I had found Rafferty's City to City album.

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Yesterday, the power went out. Annoyingly enough, this was while I was logged in to WoW and working on my interface, so once the power came back, a coupe minutes later, I had to start over again. Now, this wasn't the usual. When it was cold, we knocked a breaker out constantly; between our room with the fans and computers and TV stuff and their room with TV stuff and radios and a space heater, yeah, the circuit was overloaded. This time, though, it was the whole 'hood.

Couple minutes later, power's back. All good. Later in the night, I went to cook diner for Jessica and myself, as she was on her way home. Halfway through cooking the chicken, power goes out. Electric stove, now not so useful. he gets home, tired, and we decide we need to go to the store, get food, because we can't cook.

Sandwich makings in hand, we get back to a house with power. Of course. OK, save those, resume cooking. Get almost done...power out again. Seriously?!? Fuck you, power company. Make sandwiches, go to bed. She knocks out from exhaustion (did I mention that she's had a headache for 2 fucking weeks?), and just as I'm about to do the same...power comes on.

just more reasons to leave this house. meanwhile, looks like we have a handle on the headache. After sleeping a lot extra and the right processes and applications of steam and Neti pot, we think we've beaten the sinus goop.

Ain't life grand, sometimes? BTW, My thanks to everyone who sent holiday cards, as it was cool to get mail here. Special thanks to tattooedlady for the card from Japan (which got quite a few "oohs" and "ahs" from the family, here) and to skeletoncrew and maxomai for the woodprint nifties; I needed new bookmarks, so those were well-timed, and the Brown Jenkin is on my desk!
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"A slut is a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you."

-- from ‘The Ethical Slut’ by Dossie Easton and Catherine A. Liszt
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Argument Clinic

Google, Motherfucker, Do You Use it?

*sigh* (*song choice very intentional*)

My Dad, bless him, is getting old. he's also a hardcore Republican and Christian. That's his right to be, and that's just groovy, but he's got a terrible tendency to include me in every stupid "forward this to everyone on your mailing list" e-mails he gets...and with that crowd, you can imagine the kinds of e-mails. Seriously, some of these damn things are only a hop, skip, and jump away from Tea Party bullshit.

Normally, I just ignore them, delete them, and move on. Today, though, I decided on a new campaign of educational rebuttal. Every time I can prove that what he's sending around is wrong and back it up with facts and links, I'm not just sending it to him, I'm sending it to the same damn list. Ring the bells, school's in session.

This one was "everyone should refuse to use the new US dollar coins, because they don't have "In God We Trust" on them, and that's just another way they are trying to phase God out of this country". Whoever "they" are, of course. It took all of 15 seconds to find the truth on Snopes.com, of course (for those link-phobic/tl;dr among you, the words are on the edges of the coins). Sent out a quick e-mail to the whole list (37 of them, cripes...), admonishing people to do some basic research before sending out an inflammatory message to everyone they know so they don't look foolish. Described the misconception, added the link, and closed with a small word on the First Amendment and how 80% of the country is Christian, so it's pretty doubtful that "God" is going away anytime soon but, regardless, to take a cue from Christianity and love your fellow man instead of screaming at him for something that's not true.

Obviously, I don't know most of the list, apart from a few distant family members who are pretty much the same as Dad. I'm willing to believe that most of them will either ignore the message or will scoff and figure I'm some liberal weirdo (after all, the message will arrive addressed from "Archmage Chaos"). Still, do this enough times, and either a few of them will start to learn and question and maybe *gasp* THINK occasionally, or Dad will stop sending me shit because I make him look bad.

Either way, I win.