HAHAHA! That's hilarious. I'm being preemtively grossed out about Larry Hagman and Sanaa Lathan playing spouses.

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Just had to unblock the sink to do washing up. I think it was grease from one of my flatmates frying meat or something. Nasty, in any case. Twenty minutes of plunging just to do the washing up, which I didn't particularly want to do anyway. Hooray?

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It is 2:15 pm here.

Note to self: If you stay up until 2 am, you still have to get up at 7. If you stay up until 2 am, you will not remain awake after 8am. If you stay up until 2 am, you will not get out of bed until noon.

Sigh. Well, it is partly sunny out.

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It is very sunny out here. I spent from nine until twelve seeking the balance between not frying/melting and being able to hear the speakers at the ceremony.

Estimates of attendance range from 800-1000. On the walk from the chapel to the gravesite we passed a man who asked "Who knows this many people?"

Marni. And there could have been more. I think the attendee from furthest away was from Japan. There were policemen in uniform, and policemen out of it. Almost all the krav teachers from our centre, plus others from further out. One of her pallbearers was a UFC champion.

I participated in the tradition of shovelling dirt into the grave. It was the second thump of soil hitting the hollow wood that most drove home that she was in there. Or that she wasn't anywhere right now, and that was because her body was in there.

I didn't look at the pictures they had displayed. I could barely look at her pallbearers and family. I did join the line to hug her husband, and I've never hugged that many people in one morning before. But it felt good. The hugging, and just the proximity of people I cared about who were feeling what I felt.

She's no more gone than she was yesterday. But now I know more things about her, seen how many people came at short notice to pay homage to all she'd done and been.

Now that I'm back home and alone it feels weird. It feels weird to think about it alone. I should lie down in front of the TV. My head hurts.

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The hugging, and just the proximity of people I cared about who were feeling what I felt.

Yeah. That's why we have these rituals. It's good.

In actual good news, the weather here is fabulous. And I did some shopping and sat outside and read and yay.

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Oh, ita, my heart hurts for you. Tell your head to chill out, that's not what you need right now.

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Huh. Lee Siegel has been fired from The New Republic for engaging in sock-puppetry.

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Here is a quote from his sock puppet:

How angry people get when a powerful critic says he doesn't like their favorite show! Like little babies. Such fragile egos. Siegel accuses Stewart of a "pandering puerility" and he gets an onslaught of puerile responses from the insecure herd of independent minds. I'm well within Stewart's target group, and I think he's about as funny as a wet towel in a locker room. Siegel is brave, brilliant, and wittier than Stewart will ever be. Take that, you bunch of immature, abusive sheep.

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Wanker. Also, bad, bad sock puppet!

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Sorry it has been a hard day,ita. but really glad you got what you are supposed to get from the funeral.

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It was the second thump of soil hitting the hollow wood that most drove home that she was in there. Or that she wasn't anywhere right now, and that was because her body was in there.

My heart keeps breaking thinking of your and the world's loss, ita. This is just so horrible and beautiful.

I am glad so many people were there to say goodbye. I hope as much comfort as possible will be found.

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I just realized my parents totally blew me off -- they didn't call before they headed to Italy for a week and a half! Real nice.

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