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Remembering Natasha Richardson, 1963-2009; Natasha Richardson, 45, Stage and Film Star, Dies (New York Times); Natasha Richardson: A critical appreciation; Richardson Died of ‘Blunt Impact,’ Medical Examiner Says; U.S. Release Plans Uncertain for Natasha Richardson Film, 'Wild Child'; Natasha Richardson: 17 key roles; Lindsay Lohan and Alan Cumming Comment on Natasha Richardson's Death; Rivers recalls Richardson as 'amazing and darling'; Natasha Richardson: Stars and friends remember her. Among the many:

Ralph Fiennes (Richardson's costar in Maid in Manhattan and The White Countess)
"For everyone who knew and loved her, Natasha's death is a terrible, devastating loss. She was a star. A great actress, a beautiful woman, a fiercely loyal friend, a brilliant and generous companion. She was an adoring and loving wife and mother. She was unique. My thoughts and prayers go out to Liam and her beautiful sons, Micheál and Danny and to all her family. I cannot imagine a world without her wit, her love, her mischief, her great, great talent and her gift for living. I loved her very much. She was a supreme friend. I shall miss her deeply."

Helen Mirren (Richardson's costar in The Comfort of Strangers)
"Natasha was a great actress, a fantastic mother, a loving wife and a whirlwind of energy, with an infectious love of life expressed firstly by her wonderful deep laugh. Anyone who knew her will be in mourning today. I hope that Liam and her sons are helped in their pain by the great love and sympathy that is coming to them from people all over the world."

Meryl Streep (Richardson's costar in Evening)
"Tash was the warm sun in the center of a large constellation of family, friends, all of those lucky enough to know her. She is irreplaceable in our lives; she gave us so much, so generously. Her legacy is the love that connects us all."

( I think we all need a laughing puppy now )

A bit blah today, but not too terribly depressed. I guess that's improvement?

( Linkspam )

And now, to finish work on something else.

Current Mood: blah

You know how I felt so mellow the other day? I think I know what did it: I had cranked up my speakers that afternoon and belted out embarrassing pop songs as loud as I could all afternoon. In retrospect--I wonder if it was like primal scream therapy or something?

I don't know. I was kind of having a bad yesterday (like you couldn't tell). I had to wait around all morning for the furnace guy (yes, another appliance has broken down), and then he got here and literally walked around and around the house checking vents and sensors for an hour and a half (I counted him making something like 26 or 27 circuits around the whole thing. I offered to help but he waved me back down), and then it cost us $121, because we have so much money right now to spend on yet another goddamn thing going wrong. And for some reason I felt like crying most of the day for no reason at all. And I finally just skipped the regular linkspam last night. So. Primal sing therapy it is.

Gonna scale back on the Twi-spam for at least a day or so, because I feel like I'm being hit with a sudden depressive episode. It's so sudden and acute that I don't think it'll last very long--hell, it could just be a normal hormonal dip--but I'm having a hard time dealing with even the most mundane tasks at the moment. I think part of it may be that TWILIGHT IS FINALLY HERE OMG, and I know that a lot of people are waiting around--because they have told me so; I'm really not so egotistical as to just assume it--for me to see the movie and run it through the Cleomatic 3000, and you know, every time I sit down to write something big like this, I'm not sure I can pull it off this time. It's one thing when I just write something on a whim and I don't expect people to care or like it; it's terrifying when I know people are expecting it. A lot of times I feel like people are never satisfied--they want more or they want better or they wanted me to do something else instead. I'm not a machine, you guys. The expectations scare me sometimes.

So, quickly: Fandom Lounge has an updated list of movie reviews, with more linked in the comments. Also: Twilight Movie Bingo. Oh, and the Today Show this morning: "We're going outside now?"

I cannot for the life of me find the original comments about this, so re: the Etsy package, it came! Thank you so much!

Oh, and by the way, if you added me on Facebook--I usually wait and add people back in batches, so everyone should be added now. (I'm not sure what's with all the welcome posts--I've been on Facebook for a pretty long time now.)

(And thanks for having such a civil discussion yesterday, I mean it. I like that when people disagree over here, they can do it in a friendly fashion.)

(Shit, I forgot to watch South Park last night. I guess I'll catch it online.)

Current Mood: moody

You know, the premiere widget thing was boring as all hell, and yet, it was like... what if something does happen? ( People are climbing the barricades! There go the security guys! )

Meanwhile, apparently opposing groups of shippers broke into a screaming match: "TEAM JACOB WILL RIP YOUR SPARKLY DAMN FACE OFF!!"

E!Online: Twilight's World Premiere Rocks Los Angeles. "I have never seen anything like this at a movie premiere. Or heard anything like it." Whoa, I hadn't seen the red half of Kristen Stewart's dress.

This Wednesday on South Park: "Butters is sure he’s seen a vampire at school but he can’t get anyone to listen to him. Meanwhile, the Goth Kids are angry and frustrated when the other kids can’t tell the difference between a Goth and a Vampire."

( HE TRIED OUT FOR TRUE BLOOD? )

Current Mood: mellow

So. Mostly productive today; posted True Blood recap #7 late this afternoon--I still have last night's episode to recap as well. (While we're here: An interview with Sam "Werecollie" Trammell [no spoilers as far as I can tell].)

Today's journal flashback: my dentist, Dr. Jones (no relation), likes to sing along with disco songs.

Oh, and something I think I'm going to start using Twitter for--you know those ALERT ALERT ALERT posts I do sometimes? I'm still going to do those for OH MY GOD GO HERE NOW things, but if I see something really awesome (litmus test: do I start shrieking and clapping like a fool?) that isn't quite that urgent, I will probably post the link on Twitter first (example) and then have it in the normal linkspam later in the day. So, you know, if you're into Twitter, something to keep in mind. And even if you're not, you can still check my page on your usual website rounds.

On to the linkspam: ( Alice in Wonderland news! )

Current Mood: peaceful

Smashup 2006 Update: Sister Girl, while sore and headachy, seems to be fine. We did hear from Sgt. Campus Guy, however, that they put Mr. Magoo's [real] name into the system to look for his expired license, and he wasn't even in there. They're now not even sure he ever had a license. The car can't be fixed until Wendy the Insurance Investigator gets over to the lot tomorrow to look at it, but she's going tomorrow, I think. I'm not entirely sure how they're going to fix it, but I'm assuming it's going to involve a door transplant, a hood graft and maybe an oil transfusion. Maybe they can get Rocky in there to assist.

Paramount ditches Tom Cruise. My favorite part about this story is that they don't even try to make up some "creative differences" excuse or let him say that he's leaving amicably or whatever. No, they bust right out with "His recent conduct has not been acceptable."

And then they go sign a deal with the South Park boys.

Clive Owen and his Raleigh beard on the cover of GQ. Plus, more pics from The Golden Age. Also, I went to the main page for the movie on that site, and the dated news entries seem to indicate... well, she ain't no Virgin Queen, is all I'm saying. But then, I guess we knew that from the first installment.

New pics from Marie Antoinette. The Vogue scans: so pretty. In fact, I'm gonna lay my bets down now: Marie Antoinette for Best Costumes 2007. Hell, it would win Most Costumes hands down.

(I want to live in a world where I can wear this dress so bad.)

Better pictures of the first six Lost action figures.

Live rattlesnakes released during SOAP showing. I'm hearing, however, that it was really more like one snake, and it was Arizona, so it was more like our friend the chipmunk just wanting to get out of the heat and catch a species-appropriate movie.

Speaking of which, Snakes on a Plane may not be a nature documentary. "Some of the animation was quite impressive, but their actual behaviour - leaping at people's faces and hanging on - was totally wrong. The posturing was a bit silly, too. Snakes very rarely hiss with their mouths open unless they are threatened. The highlight was seeing a giant Burmese python bare its teeth and growl like a rottweiler. They haven't got any muscles in their lips! They couldn't bare their teeth if they tried."

Survivor to divide teams by race; nation shocked that show is apparently still on air. Whee! It's the Happy Fun Segregation Hour!

To freshmen, Google was always a verb. Or, How to Feel Old in 475 Words.

Brendan Fraser to star in Inkheart. I haven't read these books, but I hear they're good...?

"Harry Potter V: K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Yeah, this one's a little gross. I really don't need a press release about how Loving and Tender Harry's first kiss is. I'll take it on faith, thanks.

Trailer for Little Children, with Kate Winslet, Jennifer Connelly, and Patrick Wilson; brought to you by Todd Field, screenwriter/director of In the Bedroom, "That Guy Who Played the Piano in Eyes Wide Shut," and voice of Ol' Drippy on Aqua Teen Hunger Force. (Yes, I am available to write trailer scripts, thanks for asking.)

(What, you think "IN A WOOOORLD" writes itself?)

Have y'all been following the saga of Aldo Kelrast over on Mary Worth and/or the Comics Curmudgeon? Because it's like some unholy combination of The Gift of Fear and The Golden Girls or something. Unholy and awesome.

Hey! I didn't know they had a Weird US TV show! Hey! It comes on tomorrow morning, too!

Okay, this one's a little complicated, so put your reading glasses on. Forbes posted an article (which, as I understand it, is no longer there) about how men shouldn't marry career women. (Gawker's take: "Shocker: Forbes Recommends Trophy Wives.") Someone on JournalFen grabbed the text before it went down, but the short version is, career women make bad wives because they're too busy to wipe your ass on a daily basis and also, their actually leaving the house makes it more likely that they'll find someone who is not, in fact, a total dicksmack. I wish I was kidding, but I'm kind of not. The Forbes forums go up in flames. Forbes takes the article down (HA ha!), but the board posts remain. Best response, female (long format): Pwnt in nine easy steps. Best response, male (short format): "I like it when guys like you say things like this in public. It makes it easier for guys like me to get laid. Thanks, man, for taking one for the team." For the win!

ETA:

wakuchan says it's been reposted--this time with a rebuttal.

Okay, so... it's been a while. I'm not sure why I haven't updated in a few days; I feel like I've been busy, but I'm not sure doing what. ( Well... )

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