A text conversation from June:
Me: I miss you, let me know when you're good.
ita: I miss you too. But I may never be good. Perhaps I should have a wake before I die. Would you throw me one?
Me: Will you wear gingham?
ita: Vintage Gingham, even.
Me: I'll learn to make jerk chicken. And cake with raisins.
ita: I think it can be a healing and bonding experience for us all.
Me: Send me the invitation list.
ita: Let's see, how many friends do I have left after brushing them off for three years?
Me: I'm oddly in the same boat.
ita: We shoulda had kids. Not together, per se, but they excuse all sorts of brushing off, plus you get to post one pic a day (note to Jesse - no you don't)
Me: Well, there will be fewer people to cook for. So I can buy better quality meat.
ita: And it will be quieter.
Me: When should we throw this macabre shindig?
ita: Start of August? Does everyone in L.A. wish they were dead then?
Me: I wish I was dead all the time, it's what I do!
ita: Yeah, it's not very seasonal...
I will leave Monday open.
Oh, Allyson, that's kind of perfect.
Cindy, I almost remember that it didn't get COMM'd because too many posts to gather together, but I might be making that up. My memory is unreliable that way.
Awww, Nilly is Nillying!!
Ha ha ow. Oh, loves.
I just had a brief exchange (hijacking a Golden Globes gown discussion thread on TLo) with a commenter over there who had mentioned ages ago that she used to lurk here (long enough ago that she can't recall either the name or the email address she used), and she said:
I am so very sorry. You are all in my thoughts. I can't wrap my head around her being gone. I send my love to you and everyone else there. It's a special place and this is a hard, terrible thing.
Lurkers, silently lurking with love and compassion - as Hec once said, like the angels in
Wings of Desire.
I found it in COMM. Sorry to send you all searching. Thanks, Dana and Nilly. (Had I known Nilly was around, I would have just sat patiently and waited.)
Topic!Cindy "Coffee On My Monitor" Mar 31, 2006 3:39:51 pm PST
Nora: Is today Take This Job And Shove It day for shrift?
vw bug: That should be a national holiday!
shrift: OH THANK GOD IT'S OVER.
Dana: I think it was a little unfair that I had to miss shrift day, but I was out doing various things and shopping, and I got a very nice pair of pants for $8.50.
shrift: Okay. That was weird. A coworker told me to have a great weekend, and then told me to be careful. Twice.
Is there a hit out on me that I don't know about? WTF?
DXMachina: You know how in the movies, the cop who's three days away from retirement always takes it in the chest?
Probably nothing to worry about...
shrift: < STRAPS ON KEVLAR >
ita: Dana, with your shopma you're well set to stock up for the retaliatory rampage you'll go on while shrift is touch and go in the ICU.
Dana: I get to be the cop that doesn't play by the rules? Awesome.
ita: You'll do whatever it takes to see justice is done. Or more.
Of course, since I'm black, I'll yell at you, wave a cigar, and demand your badge, but deep inside I totally understand what you're doing, and once you're out of the office I'll put my job on the line to protect you from the higher-ups.
Dana: Sure, you understand my pain, what with all of the institutional prejudice you had to deal with while you rose through the ranks.
ita: And, you know, I envy you your relative freedom to operate as you see fit.
Dana: I know. If the world were a different place, you'd be right by my side, but you've played the game this long, and you're not going to jeopardize your position. I respect that, even if I'm never going to tell you to your face. But it's not going to stop me from blowing up half of the city on my quest for vengeance.
ita: If only you'd listen when I tell you there might be another way! I'm afraid you'll go too far, upset as you are, and I won't be able to help you anymore.
Man, I wish I remembered what it felt like to wear my gun in the field...or maybe I wish I didn't remember.
Dana: Look, man, I know you want to help, but this is something I've got to do on my own.
shrift: If it becomes necessary, Dana, I will txt for vengeance.
Dana: I'll prepare my epic "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" of loss and fury.
