Yes.
'Beneath You'
ita's thread
A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
All I could think about during the last ep of Sleepy Hollow was that ita would never see it.
Every time a TV or movie character does something unexpectedly brave, I think of how much ita loved those "hobbit moments" and I get a little sniffly. (Granted, I cry during every episode of Masterchef Jr because that show is nothing but hobbit moments, but these days even moreso, because ita.)
It's okay. ita lives in the internet now; she can stream it.
Aww. This is a beautiful thought.
It's okay. ita lives in the internet now; she can stream it.I'm glad this resonated with so many of you. It's sort of the only way I can cognitively handle this whole situation.
It feels so odd because I hadn't been to b.org since probably the 2011 delurking thread, and probably hadn't had a direct interchange with ita in almost 10 years, so the amount of grief I'm having feels unearned.
It's not something you earn. You are given your portion and you just have to carry it as best you can. Whether it would be narratively satisfying to a hypothetical audience or not.
I keep getting hit by the thousand little things that connect me to ita - the belt with grommets all around I'm wearing right now, the bra I bought from a site she recommended, the damn commas I am putting in all my four-digit numbers (hello, Bargaining, my old friend), etc. etc.
I have been all about the random too. Last night it occurred to me that I am going to have a hard time watching Criminal Minds.
I don't know if any of you ever read io9's Observation Deck section, but I know that's where ita was a big contributor. They changed their page header to honor her (not on the top of the page, but up in the browser's title bar, above the address bar): [link]
Which did make me cry.
It took me a minute to see what you meant, Steph, but that's very touching.
Oh, my. That's so touching.
Oh, my. Damn it. I feel like it gets worse every time I see something like that.
Oh, man.
Now I have sorrow and an earworm.