My DH's Uncle Joe has died. [link] He was the nicest man you would ever want to meet. We used to go out there for Passover every year. Uncle Joe has never been the same since his adored wife died, so in that way it's not as sad as it could be. I am very happy that Jason got to go out and have dinner with the family the last time he was in NYC a couple of months ago.
Jayne: Well... I don't like the idea of someone hearin' what I'm thinkin'. Inara: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
'Objects In Space'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Scrappy - Aug 12, 2012 4:38:30 pm PDT #17944 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Tom Scola - Aug 12, 2012 4:40:01 pm PDT #17945 of 30001
hwæt
I posted about that in Other Media, Scrappy. I'm so sorry.
Vortex - Aug 12, 2012 4:40:04 pm PDT #17946 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Oh, sorry Scrappy. Love to J as well.
§ ita § - Aug 12, 2012 4:41:17 pm PDT #17947 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I am going to wager that one of the reasons it takes a bit longer than IT GODDAMNED SHOULD to get my prescriptions filled at the Walgreens is because they force the pharmacist to call customers and ask how they're doing with their new meds. I've had three of the Wellbutrin pills so far...everything is just peachy, thanks.
The guy has no bedside manner at all. Everything sounds clipped and cursory, but damn it, he tries anyway. Just like when he "comforts" me about having to provide ID to get sleeping pills, or whatever. A for effort, pharmacy man.
He should meet the cluster of women at the non-franchise place near my pain doc. They're really empathetic--they're the ones that spent almost ten minutes looking for something that cut $75 off my prescription costs--they're the ones that sent me back to the doctor because they weren't sure I should be taking this dosage--never before had a pharmacist sent me back to the doctor to get stronger pain meds.
§ ita § - Aug 12, 2012 4:43:28 pm PDT #17948 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
How did I knot know Uncle Joe was Joe Kubert? I'm sorry for your family's loss. Talk about a man who left his mark on his chosen profession. I'm sure his personal impact was felt by his loved ones even more.
Tom Scola - Aug 12, 2012 4:45:41 pm PDT #17949 of 30001
hwæt
He was one of the greats.
DavidS - Aug 12, 2012 6:21:49 pm PDT #17950 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Awww, Jeez, Scrappy I would've had a lot more questions for Jason when I saw him if I knew he had Joe Kubert in his family. One of my all-time favorite artists.
Liese S. - Aug 12, 2012 6:33:12 pm PDT #17951 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh, Scrappy, I'm so sorry.
Aims - Aug 12, 2012 6:36:07 pm PDT #17952 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Scrappy, I am so sorry.
Zenkitty - Aug 12, 2012 7:20:07 pm PDT #17953 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Scrappy, I'm so sorry for your loss.
I use "home" to refer to my actual place of residence, my parents' house where I grew up, and if we're on vacation, wherever our current home base happens to be.
This is me too. My sister and I still refer to the farmhouse where we grew up as "home", even though we haven't lived there since we left for college and we don't even own the place anymore. It's become mythical.
Yes, after reading through all weekend's posts, that's all I have to contribute. I spent the weekend cleaning and organizing my house with my sister's help, and I don't have enough energy left to even watch tv.