Thor's Day

Administration
Happy birthday to cislyn!

Medical
Doing surprisingly well, considering all of yesterday's activity. Going swimming today, which should be good for the body; yay low-impact exercise!

Relationships
Random FYI: I barely have enough energy to keep up with my current partners. Actually, I don't have *quite* enough, but I'm trying! So. Still not open to starting any new relationships.

Flirting is totally welcome, though!

Daily Science
Stuff explained in 60 seconds. Includes quarks, particle physics, et cetera. Shiny!

Daily BPAL
( Nosferatu, Sacred Whore of Babylon, Urd, Kurukulla )

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...my uncle just died.

I liked him. Dammit, I really liked him. He was... I wasn't close to him, because it was hard to be close to him - he was a major introvert, didn't really know how do deal with people. Especially didn't know what to do with kids, and I mostly saw him when I was a kid. When I stayed with him and my aunt for the summer when I was twelve - in Woods Hole, MA; it's his fault and hers that I fell in love with this area! - he set me to work experimenting on sea urchins. *laugh* He was a biochemist and marine biologist. He would send me down to the Fisheries to get him whatever fish he needed - I'd struggle back through the building with a bucket full of water and eels, or a horseshoe crab. I would watch him kill the fish with a single neat thrust of his knife, so's not to cause it pain, then pry the lenses from its eyes.


When I got older, I appreciated his dry humor more.

And... I never really got to know him as an adult.

And I should have.

And now I can't.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

Good people die, and the fucking Bush administration lives. No justice.

Life with 'song and Adam

'song: "There were so many things in Newbury Comics that I had to resist buying for you. Oh! They had these action figures, these evolution-of-movie-psycopaths figures. And they had one for Halloween. And it had Michael Meyers, with, y'know, the face thing. And a tombstone for Judith Meyers, who is apparently the sister he killed. So. Okay. But then... there's an evil clown."

Adam: "An evil clown?"

'song: "Yes. An evil clown. I... there was no explanation of this on the package. Why was there an evil clown?"

Adam: "I have no idea. There are no clowns in the Halloween mythology."

'song: "Okay. So I didn't miss anything."

Adam: "Unless it was a clown mask, from Halloween III?"

'song: "No. A whole clown. Evil clown."

Adam: "You can stop saying 'evil clown'. That's redundant."

'song: "Okay."

Adam: "And there are no clowns in the story. They eventually retconned druids in. But they weren't clown druids."

That, dear reader, is where I cracked up.

Clown druids.

Adam found the figure online while I was typing this. Came in here. Said, "Oh, that's him wearing the clown costume he wore when he killed his sister."

'song: "He was wearing a clown costume during the pivotal event in his life? And you said there were no clowns?"

His defense is that I said that it wasn't a kid wearing a clown costume. Well, it didn't look like one. Just looked like a small evil clown ("Redundant", says Adam), like that wasn't a mask, but painted on. (Looks different in the packaging, seriously.)

I await robyn_ma's thoughts on clown druids.

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...and, I'm managing. Thank you for your condolences.

He *was* a complicated and interesting man. We were not incredibly close, but I respected him tremendously, and I can count on one hand the number of parent-generation people I'll say that of. I'm in Massachusetts at least a little because of him, and I'm a science geek more than a little because of him. Much more than a little. I would have liked him to see my book on anti-seizure medications. Hell, I'd've liked him to see Elayna graduate college. He was not young - he was in his seventies. Which is not deadly-old these days. He was in ill health and had been for some time, but this was unexpected. My dad is managing to keep it together, but the seams are showing. My aunt - his widow, my father's oldest sister - is falling apart. As would you if you lost a partner of some fifty years. She alternates on the phone between stunned heartbreak and rushes of rapid-fire remembrance. She has a friend at the condo with her, though, and her daughter's driving in tonight.

Bostonians - is there a bus service that runs out to Cape Cod? That's where the funeral is, on Monday; my parents can drive us back here, but it's easiest for everyone if we take the bus out, and I really want to do as much as I can myself.

I'm dealing with things by getting all organizational. And right now, I'm going to go finish wrapping and addressing the stuff that I absolutely must mail tomorrow.