Thanks for the poems, deb and Ginger.
All the double-posts...I think the board is in mourning along with all of us. The internet knows there's a hole in the world
Totally.
I want to get on a plane to LA. To do what, I don't know, but this incredible urge is there to help, even though I don't know what kind of help is needed or wanted. Ridiculous I know.
Maria, *I* want to board a plane to LA! It's crazy, but had it not been for the impossibility of being away from a little boy and an infant when their father is sick, I'd be checking flights as I type.
I saw Tim Minear comment on Deb's FB post, so he knows.
I have to hope that Walt Whitman was right:
God, I hope so.
I have to get offline, too. I have work to do, and I haven't eaten, and it feels like everything else should stop for today, but it didn't get the message.
Hey.
I haven't been around for the past four thousand years. And this is a shitty, stupid reason to come back.
It's...I mean, it's a pain in the ass for me to post from "work" (on my phone, in a cab). And, I guess, I always thought to myself "Eh. Buffistas will still be there."
That you all would still be here.
That ita would still be here.
ita and I weren't super-close, but I always admired her. When I was a frequent habitue of the board, I always looked forward to her posting about whatever. It was always funny and razor-sharp-smart.
I admired her ability to hang on, to keep kravving (or however you say it) despite the pain for as long as she did. She was a superhero.
And that's...that's all I got right now. I've missed you guys, and now I'll miss ita forever.
Shit.
Suzi, what's your Tumblr address?
Justsuziq
I feel so helpless. I have tried and given up on work multiple times. A friend is coming over and we are going to cook a bunch of stuff.
The tears are for ita, for me, for her family, for everyone here, for others I have lost. They just won't stop.
it feels like everything else should stop for today
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone...
I'm not a tumblr person, but does anyone have the addresses of ita's? Maybe I'll still be able to pretend she's here.
The poetry is lovely. I'm now sitting in the hotel lobby crying and blowin my nose and not sure how I'm supposed to go present to work people for three or four hours.
And wishing I were still in LA and hadn't left last night. Even if there's nothing I could do.
Just got off the phone with Strixy. Jesus.
