Durant's The Age of Faith, page 331 Miles Walked: 144.6 Power alert: none high 90s |
I've been really upset to see the name "Gharlane of Eddore" as the subject of all my mail, instead of as the sender. Today his name popped up in the sender field, though: "On behalf of Gharlane." It was a form letter (apologizing for being so) from the director of network services. A nice letter, and finally I can cry. And cry. And cry. The question is rapidly turning into: will I ever STOP?
I've been waiting by the phone much of the day, trying to get the coroner. There were some other ideas about where the medical information might be. However, they didn't find it, so they had to autopsy, and surprise surprise, it was a massive heart attack.
Usenet has exploded. I had suggested planting trees in his honor (that is, I first suggested contributing to the NRA, but that was a non-starter) and someone in an apartment said that while he couldn't do that, he'd donate to a tree-planting organization in Gharlane's name, and he couldn't imagine what they'd make of that. Hey, we could have an Eddorian Forest! Actually, there's the Forest of Nisene Marks in the area, how hard would it be to have the Forest of Gharlane?
I'm getting rid of some books. (I just took some in last week!) Instead of GoE getting my SF, Bernadette and Rob will. We didn't make it to Ames in April, and now I doubt I'll ever go back there. We did make it to the preview of the Library booksale, and at the moment, I never want to go there again. (I must be bargaining, here. If I clean up my books, Casanunda won't be dead?) The clippings, which I'm throwing out all over, really make me sad. I keep reaching for the scissors to share others, then realize the only person to share with now is Rich. Since he's sitting right there, I don't have to cut them out.
I am also feeling real dubious about going to WorldCon next year. That's not a life-changing decision, but I certainly see why people shouldn't make such for a year. I certainly won't be seeing Moulin Rouge, which was our plan for today. I'd said I supposed I was going alone to it, and he'd said no, he'd like to see it. Sigh.
Rich: "Who's going to find my wood?" Me: "Who's going to give me boxes?"
The world is full of pitfalls. 'Bagger loved Tomb Raider, for instance. Rich read me some reviews of the movie and I said "He's going alone." Oops. Actually, we'd discussed it and he didn't know for sure if he was going. (But he would have, probably with his dad.)
One effusive person was remarking on how he sang... I was thinking about how he could belch the alphabet. He did have a lovely baritone voice, though. And he would threaten to sing along at musicals, especially Professor Henry Higgins' part. I won't be going to the last Davis musical, drattit. And we won't be going out to Fair Oaks, either, especially since their musical is a Casanunda favorite. Music Circus will have an actress he especially admired, as well. Argh.
I have been having trouble picturing him with lost loved ones, happily reunited, but when I picture him with Robert Heinlein, Randall Garrett, and Doc Smith, of course, as well as all the other greats, it all falls into place.
On his Lensman FAQ page (which he was proud of, and he'd be glad someone is going out of their way to mirror it) he said: "Comics. I've been told there are a slew of "Lensman" comic books out there. If, as I hear, they're based on the Japanime storyline, I'd appreciate it if no one ever shows me one."
So maybe it's just as well, my joke Christmas gift might have killed him.
In other news, my camera is very sick and they've sent for a part, we're talking another 4-6 weeks. Argh. Well, at least I won't have to worry about running out of film at the SD Zoo!
And our Tijuana guidebook came.
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