No politics today.
What i will say is that every day since my late father was said to have requested no funeral or service when he died, in 2015, because “no one he knew would be there besides family” is becoming more true by the day as people from my childhood are dying off. In 2016, it seems at an an alarming rate.
So i had this thought last night as I was going to bed.
“If I live long enough, the world and the people I was born into will be completely and utterly dead by the time I kick off.”
I find that very depressing. Maybe I have been right all along about depression, pessimism, and a general sense of ennui.
Life is great though. The alternative sucks worse.
But live long enough and everything you knew and everybody you knew will similarly be dead.
I need a hug… 🙂
RIP Carrie Fisher and Richard Adams (“Watership Down”) at the same time.
Fish, Abe Vigoda (Barney Miller), and Carol Brady, Florence Henderson too.
2016 has been a cruel year for childhood memories.
“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope”
In Wishful Drinking—a one-woman show Fisher later adapted into a book—Fisher dug into her complicated relationship with the Star Wars franchise, which both made her a household name and, she jokingly wrote, “ruined” her life. One of her most amusing anecdotes about shooting the first film involves Princess Leia’s signature white outfit and a special bit of world-building by Star Wars czar George Lucas:
George comes up to me the first day of filming and he takes one look at the dress and says, “You can’t wear a bra under that dress.”
So, I say, “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?”
And he says, “Because. . . there’s no underwear in space.”
Right! Of course! There are, however, gold bikinis in space; everyone knows that.
According to Fisher, Lucas did eventually explain why galaxies far, far away are underwear-free zones—which led her to a great gag about how she’d eventually like to go:
What happens is you go to space and you become weightless. So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn’t—so you get strangled by your own bra.
Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit—so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.
As you wish, your Worshipfulness.
I wish I was that funny.
But I did here that her death over shadowed Obama’s self-made Look-at-me moment when the Japanese Prime Minister visited Pearl Harbor to stoke Obama’s ego and then be tossed aside when his ego was done with him.
On Monday, Abe visited the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific in Honolulu, where he also paid tribute to those Americans who lost their lives when the Japanese conducted their sneak-attack.
Obama didn’t join him there, instead golfing and taking wife Michelle to dinner at the pricy eatery Alan Wong’s. (NY Post)
Ok, so politics snuck in there anyways, my bad… 🙂