Tuesday, July 31, 2012

My Yard Goes Disney: Someone gets what I'd ask for

A Fort Wilderness yard.  Sigh...  John wouldn't want this anymore, but for me?  And I'd ask for something for the dogs too.  Maybe a little Meadows building... who knows.  But it would have been cool to be these winners.

They don't tell you this in the Nook and Kindle commercials.

It's bad enough when an e-book costs me, at most, $1 less than the paperback. But!

I just went to buy The Time Traveler's Wife, and the paperback is less than the e-book by A LOT! Um, e-book reader companies?  If you want me to buy your products, you can't charge me MORE money.  I just saved 50% by buying the book instead of the digital file.  Now, you might like to spend more money than you have to; perhaps you go into a restaurant and say, "Let me give you double what you are charging, because I like doing it."  But I don't.

Also on the plus side: new book!  Wheee!!  Smiley from millan.net

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Rest in Peace, Mary Tamm

She was my first Companion, the reason I started watching the show, and always one of  reasons why I stayed watching.  I've seen her episodes so many times, I can probably go word for word even today.  And I saw her in person: charming and wonderful to the fans. (Oh those days when we geeks took pride in being able to pronounce Romanadvoratrelundar.)

Thank you, Mary Tamm, for all those wonderful moments. Smiley from millan.net
(image created by w-ibblywobbly on tumblr)

Friday, July 20, 2012

Shooting at Batman midnight show

My heart goes out to the loved ones of the victims of the shooting. I'm so, so sorry.  I can't imagine what you're going through.  I hope the ones that are still listed as critical make a full recovery.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Goodbye, George

What we've dreaded for so long and had to face this week finally happened: our friend George Stott died yesterday from cancer. So many people said so many beautiful things and I'm sitting here struggling with what I'm feeling and thinking. From it feeling unreal to hitting me so hard that I wonder why I ever wished I could cry over it instead of being bottled up.  In the end, I decided to say one thing:

Love you, George.

And to quote the words we sang to you on Monday:

I've been living to see you.
Dying to see you, but it shouldn't be like this.
This was unexpected,
What do I do now?
Could we start again please?
I've been very hopeful, so far.
Now for the first time, I think we're going wrong.
Hurry up and tell me,
This is just a dream.
Oh could we start again please?