kjpepper: (lost (stitch))
RIP Dom DeLuise.

It's a good excuse to put up my favorite scene from one of my favorite movies ever (since [livejournal.com profile] purpura already put up The French Mistake).

kjpepper: (topless sayid)
So today, we've not only lost Maude/Dorothy (really I remember her best for "Did you try to bullshit last week?" from History of the World Part 1) but Desmond from LOST has been sued for sexual harassment. So not on, brothah. You and your sexy blue shirts are dead to me.

Seriously, I'm torn up about Bea Arthur though. Mom and I watched the Golden Girls religiously on Saturdays during its entire original run. I was reasonably sad about Estelle Getty passing last year, but Bea? Damn. That's a fair chunk of my childhood right there. I'm almost tempted to look for a torrent of the Star Wars Holiday Special now...
kjpepper: (there it is)
I am amused by the number of KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!! posts on my flist in the last 12 hours, and saddened by the reason.

I actually never saw Wrath of Khan (had a severe allergy to Star Trek growing up; have since accepted TNG as pretty good and DS9 as amusingly diverting) but considering the crowd with whom I hung out for most of my sentient life, I got the reference when it came up. What I didn't connect until yesterday was that Ricardo Montalbán (btw, take a look at some of the pictures from his early career, the man was hot) was also Mr. Roarke on Fantasy Island... which was pretty big in my house. I can just kinda see him and Hervé Villechaize having a joyride in a 1975 Cordoba and being all "yeah, that 'ze plane ze plane' shit was asstarded..."

Fare thee well, man. I hope wherever your journey has taken you, you're looking back and enjoying the cries of a legion of anguished fans. Goodness knows it's amusing me.

...damn, I need a general death icon.
kjpepper: (looking down)
It's always painful when you get cheerfully reminded by various electronic mediums that x person's birthday is today... when x person no longer walks the realm of the living.

I miss you, [livejournal.com profile] mornhyland. Happy birthday.
kjpepper: (oh HELL NO)
RIP, Chef.

Damn. Not a good weekend to be a famous black man....
kjpepper: (Tenna (anxious))
Comedian, South Sider Bernie Mac dies at 50

I feel the need to watch the Kings of Comedy in tribute. :(
kjpepper: (looking down)
George Carlin has died

You know somewhere he's teaming up with Richard Pryor for the greatest comedy tour ever.

Fare thee well, Mr. Conductor. You will be SORELY missed.
kjpepper: (chibi me)
So, I open up livejournal to see about ten million copies of OMG HOLY SHIT STEVE IRWIN DIES IN HIGHLY PREDICTABLE MANNER entries.

Joking aside, I have to reiterate [livejournal.com profile] ironavatar's sentiment verbatim:
On reflection, perhaps Steve Irwin didn't have the greatest life expectancy on the planet. He truly was one of the maddest buggers on the planet and to be quite honest; if we all cared for the world and the creatures that live on it with as much passion as Steve Irwin did, we would probably not be screwing it up so badly.

Also, a footnote from [livejournal.com profile] sapphorama:
I reckon he was a wonderful advertisement for passionate, fearless living. Thank Elvis for people like him.

[livejournal.com profile] anzovin also pointed out that the real sad part about it is that he does leave behind two young children. The little one is probably too young to be able to remember him later on, but his daughter's around 8 right now... I don't know. Some would say, indeed that cavorting around with poisonous creatures is highly irresponsible behavior for a father of two, but one could say the same of running into burning buildings and busting up drug rings and "protecting the country", but no one's criticizing firefighters and cops and soldiers for having families. Steve Irwin might have been just ridiculous enough to make him sort of the national joke of Australia, but in between the Crikeys he really was working towards getting his entire audience to wake up to the beauty and diversity of Nature's creatures. I mean, the man made millions off his Croc Hunter days - and he still went went to work every day as head of Australia's national zoo. That's passion for you. His death isn't tragic, it's more heroic than anything else. Tragic would be if he got run over by a bus. A precious few of us will die doing something we love or believe in, so the few that do should be respected and honored.

Cheers mate. You'll be missed.

(well, maybe not by the snakes you poked with sticks.)


Aug. 7th, 2006 03:22 pm
kjpepper: (looking down)
It's always jarring when you find out that someone you know/knew no longer walks the waking world. Even if it's someone you weren't particularly close to, or had lost touch with.

Today I found out that Mike Giusto passed on last month - he worked at the theater with [livejournal.com profile] sundart and I way back when, he even was a manager for a little while. It's so weird when you hear about things like this, you feel guilty for not keeping in touch, sad to have lost someone you've shared some sort of common experience with, no matter how briefly... especially when you remember the person in question being likable, and funny... just an all around good guy. Plus it's always that much sadder when the person dies young. He was only 24.

Rest in peace, man. You will be missed.

Somehow this made me think of all the Mikes I've known - Michael T. from first grade, who had the same birthday as me and whom I had a cute little first grade crush on cause he was sweet, [livejournal.com profile] denonymous (though considing the two names I've always known him by it took me until nearly the end of this entry to remember he's one too) and mike1, mike2 and mike3 from the old MSFC ([livejournal.com profile] pjamms, Mlemonick and Dartt, respectively). On a whim I typed mike3's name into Google, and found his LJ. Left him a comment, hope I'll hear back, as I've been genuinely wondering how he's been lately.

So today I raise a glass (or more appropriately, a Mike's Hard Lemonade) to all you Mikes out there, past, present, here and gone on. Salud.
kjpepper: (verklempt)
from Toon Zone - Your Source for Toon News!
Veteran Japanese-American actor Mako (Makoto Iwamatsu) passed away on Friday, July 21, 2006, from esophageal cancer at his home in Ventura County, CA. He was 72 years old.

In addition to his groundbreaking work as an Asian-American actor in Hollywood, Mako lent his distinctive raspy voice to such characters as Aku on Samurai Jack and Uncle Iroh on Avatar: The Last Airbender, as well as in numerous cartoon guest-spots on shows such as Scooby-Doo, Dexter's Laboratory, and Duck Dodgers in the 24 1/2th Century.

:*( Jack finally got him...

kjpepper: (brat)
Louis Rukeyser, the source for many Americans' stock-market knowledge for more than a generation, died of cancer on Tuesday in Greenwich, CT at the age of 73. The always dapper and pun-loving Rukeyser hosted Wall $treet Week With Louis Rukeyser on PBS from 1970-2002, then moved to CNBC in 2002 when Maryland Public Television attempted to revamp the show. Eighteen months later, Rukeyser said that doctors had found cancer in his back while performing surgery and that he had selected several substitutes to sit in for him while he recovered. He never did, and a year later he shut down the show. New York Daily News columnist Kay Gardella once said of him that he had "popularized a subject once considered too dull to print, let alone broadcast. He gives you just enough, gets to the heart of the matter quickly and keeps your interest at a peak. He's a broadcasting dynamo and has become the economic guru of the industry."
Unless you actively have an interest in business and finance, or like me, didn't really give a rat's ass but had a dad who did, you don't know who this guy is. Dad and I had a tradition of fighting over the living room TV that night because he wanted to watch such "boring" things as Washington Week in Review and Wall $treet Week and I wanted to watch Urkel. But really, Wall $treet Week was part of my Friday long before that... the theme (the classical one with all the french horn, not the techno version they have now) is pretty much nailed into my unconscious, and I remember even as a kid liking the choreographed montage of footage taken around downtown Manhattan that accompanied it. And then there was this ageless guy in an uncomfortable looking chair that looked nice enough except for the snow white hair that harkened back to the coiffure of George Washington that I've been insisting to my father since the age of 8 was a hairpiece, which, to my grade school mind, was the ultimate statement of insincerity.

Rest in Peace, Louis Rukeyser. I may still not find the ins and outs of the stock market fathomable or interesting, but you were very much a part of my Friday nights growing up as watching too many sitcoms and talking to [livejournal.com profile] harinezumi until 2am, and for that I thank you... and hope you are buried with that god-awful toupee.
kjpepper: (verklempt)
I can't find any official news articles on this, but there's a fair amount of blogsphere postings about Octavia Butler's sudden death yesterday.

I met her two years ago when she came to speak to Bill Oram's class on science fiction/speculative fiction... Almost a decade before that I stayed up all night scaring the crap out of myself by reading Kindred, and afterwards deciding I wanted to be her when I grew up. I still do on some level. She was a fantastic writer, and still remains one of the strongest black voices in an otherwise fairly lily white genre.

She will be sorely missed.
kjpepper: (WoL&O)
You know, I could swear there was a time in my past where I could eat onions and not still taste them 12 hours later. Goddamn it.

Today, as opposed to yesterday's taurine enhanced craziness, was a day of utterly self-indulgent recumbance. Seriously, I spent a good portion of today lying around in bed curled up with [livejournal.com profile] sundart. Which was fine, as I can't remember the last time we spent an entire day hanging out, reading, chatting, cuddling, and being asses at each other. *shakes head* I love how we've been together so long that we can appreciate each other's cracked humor and join in on the next line of whatever song or movie quote we're on at the time.

On a more serious note, the rest was needed. I still hadn't really recovered from this week, and sundart's been assigned the duty of Keeper of the Sanity for [livejournal.com profile] anzovin, who is due to lose his dad within the next week or so. Cancer's a bitch ass nigga. No seriously, it is. I have to wonder if all of that going on sparked the dream last night of visiting Mom in the hospital... probably. *sigh*

We didn't quite spend the whole day in bed. We ventured outside with Mrs. [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat (aka General McWifeypants) to try the new Japanese restaurant across the street, which does not only have sushi despite what the name would imply... and I'm severely in trouble, as I have found a place in the Valley besides Osaka that makes sukiyaki. O. M. G. I didn't order any today as it is a rather expensive indulgence (I got the Arigatou Roll instead - very tasty!), but you can bet the next time I have a little extra money and am in need of a treat I will be getting some. Sukiyaki is only like my favorite thing ever (and I completely blame too many watchings of Rurouni Kenshin for putting it in my head to even try the stuff). Even better is that this place has the option of making it with chicken. o_O Excuse me while I have a strange, heavenly interlude...


Our outdoor adventures also included getting envelopes for our cards, so last call if y'alls want one, drop me an email with your address - kjpepper at gmail. Hopefully we'll get at least some of those mailed tomorrow. We also got a Sky bar... If you can find these strange little chocolate bars (they're made by Necco in limited editions every year considering they have to fire up this ancient monster of a candy making machine to make them) I highly recommend them, especially if you have friends who like different things in their chocolate.

This weekend has also been full of the interesting wedding/kids/what the hell are we doing with the rest of our lives? conversations. Not too much to report yet, except girlie and I have picked out rings, and it seems that, unsurprisingly, sundart has been elected the Great White Hope (*snort*) of the Amoeba in terms of spawning.

My connection's going up and down like a yo yo so I think I'd best take that as a sign, post this, and go (back) to bed. Just me and the cats for the forseeable future at night, but I'm okay with that... though if I want any peace at dawn, I should go feed the monsters now.

Wax off...

Nov. 25th, 2005 01:57 pm
kjpepper: (verklempt)
RIP Pat Morita

It's funny, cause while [livejournal.com profile] morlock and I were watching Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon on Nickelodeon (which BTW, everyone needs to see right the fuck now, it's fucking amazing, more on it later) he came up in conversation, mostly in trying to place one of the voices. (the character in question turned out to be voiced by Mako, obviously still having a raucous amount of fun with voice acting since Samurai Jack). But damn. He will be missed.

I had a very good, quiet Thanksgiving. I spent the day with [livejournal.com profile] morlock as he cooked a cubic mess of extremely yummy deep fried chicken, fries, and cookies (go here for a picture, it was quite tasty) and watching first the Macy's parade (yay... though, teh fuck, no Hess advertising? Good thing I already know what this year's truck is - and it's red!), then the aforementioned cartoon, since they ran the entire first season of it. Seriously... one or two episodes in, and I was hooked. The animation is gorgeous (if rather heavily influenced by both Cowboy Bebop (one guest character is a dead ringer for Spike) and Princess Mononoke), the design and mythos of the world is interesting (the title's linked to the wikipedia article on it, which is rather exhaustive in its explanations), the characters are well drawn and believable (they're kids, and very real ones too), and the stories have that blend of epic and serious with room for completely screwball humor that anime has had a lock on until recently. Also... I was actually surprised that this was a Nickelodeon produced 'toon, as really, both them and the regular division of Cartoon Network have been churning out crap for the past few years. Also it manages to be fairly adult for it's Y7 rating, which is very unusual for an American 'toon. So yeah. Totally splitting DVD box set costs with [livejournal.com profile] morlock when it comes out in January.

The rest of the evening consisted of stuffing myself to the point of sleepiness, hanging out a little with [livejournal.com profile] sundart and [livejournal.com profile] anzovin when they returned from Thanksgiving with the Jews that she's been dreading (but turned out ok), and other than some annoying and unfortunately timed yapping of some small muff of a spoiled canine one of sydmor's next door neighbor's holiday guests had brought over, it was a quiet evening of cuddling and falling asleep in front of the TV. Yay.

Today I'm up in sydmor's apartment, waiting on repairfolk for their dryer and enjoying the quiet of what feels like a completely empty building. All them crazy folk must be out shopping.
kjpepper: (midnight panther)
There is something so very decadently lazy about lying in bed under blankets, pillows stuffed under your neck and shoulders, one knee arched... and balancing a laptop on said knee, listening to the whispers from cyberspace well into the night, the only light coming in from the streetlamps outside, the moon above and a bright cheery LCD.

It's beyond good to have working wireless again.

elsewise, I donno... I was considering going down to the big bad city this weekend, seeing as this weekend marks the one year anniversary of Mom's death and I'm sure the family's getting together cause we're a morbid bunch o blackfolk, but the very thought has my sanity and my bank accounts screaming. I might still go, but... gaaah. I'll say this though - if I do end up going and someone even hints that I'm going to spend any portion of Sunday at Anucha's church I'll be out of there faster than you can say "I'm the Pagan Rick James, bitch!" The three hour service I sat through last time I went home was enough reason to find an excuse to return to MA late Saturday night this time if necessary. Gospel and catching the spirit are all well and good, but it's a rather uncomfortable experience if your belief in Jesus only goes as far as "he was cool, pity about that capital punishment fetish the romans had at the time. Yeesh" and not far enough to march on up into a pointy building in a hat big enough to cover several counties only to fall into an aisle foaming at the mouth and yelling "Praise Him!!" every six seconds no matter what the minister was talking about at the time.

All making fun of blackfolk in church aside (and you know I'd look good in one of them hats, mmhmm), it really will have been a year come Monday. I don't really know how to feel about that. cue long depressing rumination on Mom's death )
kjpepper: (mudflap girl)
I just thoroughly depressed myself.

Basically it happened by accident. I was doing some friends list maintenance (mostly shuffling my comms into various reading groups) and I happened to read that the founder of [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes had recently passed away. A little investigation showed that she was the ex-wife of a completely random and unconnected other person on LJ I'd recently friended ([livejournal.com profile] docnuke I recommend reading some of his stuff - he's wonderfully snarky usually). So I checked out the aformentioned chickie's journal... it wasn't really her husband's account of her death that got to me, though that was heartbreaking... it was the fact that once upon a not so long-ago time, this journal was maintained by a living person... I don't know, even though it seemed like her disease had spent a long time in progressing (she was in pain for months before her actual diagnosis, and only lived a month afterward) there did seem to be a cruelly short time in between her finding out what was wrong and her death. I mean... her July and August entries are for the most part full of the cheerful inanities of day to day life, and 2 months later, her husband is posting funeral plans/announcements.

I guess it doesn't really matter how long you know, the end is always sudden.

Seems to be the right season for considering our fragile mortality as the season turns inoxorably to winter and Samhain creeps closer. Also... Bosslady is currently coping with the death of a friend, [livejournal.com profile] anzovin's dealing with his father's cancer, [livejournal.com profile] acatnamedfat is no longer with us, and at the end of the month will be the anniversary of my Mom's death... that and a couple of other happenings lately definitely have me wanting to draw me and mine close, hug them, tell them I love them. Cause... really, you just don't know who will still be there at the end of the year... the end of the month, or even the day. How did that quote go? Man plans, God laughs?

Eat, drink, and be merry indeed, cause no one knows what will happen tomorrow, and there may be some Joss Whedon-like bastard upstairs masquerading as God.

July 2009



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