jengod! So glad to see your pixels in these sad circumstances.

I updated my profile addy, so it's good now. Go ahead and drop me an email. I will check in with my energy level after rehearsal and if it's good I'll swing by, and if I need to hoard spoons, I'll send you an email or text and head home with ita stompy-boot-dancing in my head.

I told Polter-Cow on Facebook, with respect to the mentions of ita being woven into the very fabric of Buffistas.org, part of me believes that some kind of transhumanist magic has happened and now she is living in the site.

BTW, ita shared an Evernote notebook of recipes with me a while back. I have archived it into a notebook that I can share with any of you that want.

-t, I would love that. You have my "real" email, right? (I should get around to updating my profile addy)

part of me believes that some kind of transhumanist magic has happened and now she is living in the site.

That would explain the double posts.

It was ita who called me, said hold on, and then had Nathsn speaking to me from the Serenity premiere. I mean seriously.

jengod is the blast from the past-iest. Wow.

One of the things I regret is that I never met ita in real life.

Me, too.

juliana, the e-mail I have seems to be the same as your profile address. Notebook is shared with that address...

Kiba, insent.

If you end up not having the spoons, maybe we'll just have to do it again when Glam gets here.

I'm here. I've been here all along--except for about four hours' sleep. I was on the board when Kristen posted, and. It wasn't real. It was one of those things where you knew something huge and awful, but nobody else knew, and as long as they didn't, maybe it wasn't true.

I did tell Plei, Jilli, Juliana, and Lee, and emailed Deb. It wasn't, though, until I saw David's post in FB Buffistas that people needed to check in on the board that I felt like I could put the news down and try to sleep. It was this morning, when I had email and FB notifications, and checked LJ, that the tears came. People knew, lots of people, people I know who also knew ita, and that meant it really was real. That's when the tears came.

I've surfed a tide of tears today. ita was at the heart of everything I've ever done online, every place I visited in my first timid forays, and places I've explored since. She's woven into the fabric of my everyday--there's no way her thread is ever going to be extricated from my life, from me. I helped encourage her move, helped her make the decision between NYC and LA, and followed the progress of her drive west. On WX and after, I fed her pictures of wet men, men in skirts, in glasses, of hands, of feet, of silver foxes and amazing women. We shared some obscure interests, some old fandoms, and new ones. We had disagreements and periods of coolness. But I hope, I think we were always good, underneath a ruffled surface, I hope she knew I was always in her corner, on her side, no matter what.

The outpouring here, in Natter, on FB is amazing and wonderful and cathartic in the power of how deeply people felt about her. There's not enough gratitude for Kristen, Allyson, Paula, Norah, and the other LAistas, for what they've already done on behalf of us who couldn't be there, and for what they're planning for her family, and further plans. Thank you, thank you all, so much.

And thanks to everybody here who knew her, in whatever measure, and have gathered to sing her ballad and remember her indomitable fierce, tender, beautiful spirit. One great regret of my life is that I never got to meet her, face to face.

In Aragorn's words, "Be at peace."