Yay on the refi, amych!
After an oyster supper on New Year’s Eve, 1945, four friends including my great-uncle "came to Sussex at midnight and woke up the village by ringing St. Alban’s (Episcopal) Church bells.
Heh. And uh-oh. Didn't they use to ring the church bells to warn of fire and invasions and whatnot? After dealing with WWII, I bet the Sussex villagers were not entirely amused. Especially if the four friends didn't bring any of that oyster washing liquid to share.
Doesn't she look like an alien princess from Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers in those first three?
One of my favorite aesthetics!
Old School Princess Aura.
Or something in a Servalan.
Holy shit, Google's logo today celebrates the birthday of Robert Moog. And it's a playable Moog synthesizer and you can twiddle the knobs and record it on a tiny reel to reel!
Phoo. I distinctly remember, shortly after Iman and Bowie's daughter was born, someone on LJ reposting a series of family portraits they had done, including Iman nuzzling her tiny boo and a couple of Bowie, shirtless to provide skin-to-skin contact, cradling her to his heart. They were utterly, utterly gorgeous and I bookmarked them just for the stunning beautiful familyness, but that was sadly several jobs and many, many work computers ago, long before I figured out how to import bookmarks. And now I can't find them anywhere.
There is this, which is quite nice but very shirt-wearing, but it's sadly the best I could manage.
Hey look, there's even a Space Princess Manifesto.
Avenger-themed cocktails
The Iron Man should just be scotch, rocks. No mixers and fruity shit to dilute it.
Holy cow, this is awful. This is the worst climing season on Everest since 1996 (that's the year Into Thin Air was written).
Eleven people have died so far, and not because of the weather:
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Yeah, yesterday I saw an article about that, along with a photo showing a
huge line
of people climbing to the summit.
After 1996, I saw an interview with Alex Lowe, who was one of the premiere mountaineers in the world, and he basically said that it was irresponsible to be a commercial guide above 8,000 meters. The conditions were too unpredictable and hazardous, and anyone climbing should be required to have developed the skills and experience to protect their own lives. You end up with guides risking the lives of their clients and themselves in order to provide "the experience", which is exactly what happened in 1996.
Lowe died some years later, in an avalanche in Nepal.