Some disjointed thoughts on a Friday
I’m all over the place today, but perhaps another post will help me collect my thoughts a bit.
Yesterday was a wasted day. I barely left my computer from morning until evening after reading about Jonathan Frid. Cyberville exploded with the news, with Twitter chirping and tribute blogs and posts rolling in by the hour. I was busy commenting and commiserating and the day slipped away, until I found myself in the evening, my eyes swollen shut, my head aching. I hadn’t gotten to the gym, but I managed to wrench myself away from the computer and exercised with my weights for an hour. It helped.
The Internet is amazing. The camaraderie one can feel, connecting with like-minded people from all over, instantly, sharing experiences and thoughts. Years ago, when John Lennon was killed, I remember sitting home alone crying, feeling lost and sad and disconnected, wanting so much to talk with someone who felt like I did but not knowing who that might be. Yesterday, thousands of Dark Shadows fans connected, and it was so gratifying.
I know most of you aren’t interested in this, but if you’d like to read a particularly lovely and well-written tribute, go here. This woman could have been speaking for me.
LokiDarksong posted this for me on his FetLife page yesterday. Of course, I asked for the link, so I could post it myself:
Sorry, Johnny Depp. But to paraphrase Lloyd Bentsen: Barnabas Collins was a friend of ours, and you’re no Barnabas Collins.
Wanna know just how upset I’ve been? On Wednesday evening, Lily Starr sent me RapidShare links to two of my three clips for her. I downloaded them and planned to watch them yesterday. As of this writing, I still haven’t watched them. This is unheard of, people. Perhaps I will watch them today. But if not, they will keep. I’m just not in a spanky mood.
That said, I am grateful that if this had to happen, it happened this week and not next! Good lord, this would have trashed me for BBW. Just writing that makes me feel incredibly obsessive and silly, but it is what it is.
But life goes on, and it’s getting closer. Today, I booked our shuttle from the hotel to the airport on Monday after the party. Thanks to Sarah Thorne, we have a ride from the airport to the hotel on Thursday; I look forward to meeting her and her hubby.
On happy notes: 1) I got Chrossed today, despite all my melancholy posts this week. And 2) Alex Reynolds wrote a blog about our visit a couple of weeks ago, here. She had been posting about her vacation to L.A. in parts, and when she posted Part 2, I teasingly wrote on her FetLife page: “Where’s the one with ME in it, dammit?” So today, she wrote on my wall, linking me to Part 4 and saying, “Here’s the one with you in it, dammit!” LOL Anyway… I read it, and it started those damned waterworks going again. But in a good way, this time. Thank you, sweet girl. I’m really, really touched.
Would you believe that just this minute, I finally got that freaking phone delivered? Guess I’d better get myself to Verizon so I can get it activated and all that good stuff. Better late than never.
Thanks for bearing with me, everyone. I promise next week, no more sad stuff. Just lots of excited, back-on-topic stuff about Boardwalk Badness!
Have a great weekend, y’all.