Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Monday, September 12, 2016
Thursday, April 21, 2016
What has been an incredibly bad year for music got so much worse today. Prince has left this world. I am heart broken.
(Photos)
Monday, January 11, 2016
David Bowie dies of cancer aged 69
365 photos from the weekend coming later today.
Rant about gaining back too much weight coming later today.
None of that matters right now because David Bowie died last night.
More than so bummed. So devastated. The gods or rock are leaving us.
ROBERT YOU BETTER FUCKING STAY PUT SINGING YOUR HEART OUT YOU HEAR ME?!!
Rant about gaining back too much weight coming later today.
None of that matters right now because David Bowie died last night.
More than so bummed. So devastated. The gods or rock are leaving us.
ROBERT YOU BETTER FUCKING STAY PUT SINGING YOUR HEART OUT YOU HEAR ME?!!
Monday, December 28, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Stone Temple Pilots - Wonderful
Song that the boys dedicated to Mr. Weiland on Friday night.
Rest in Peace Scott Weiland. Your music changed my life more than you will ever know. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Rest in Peace Scott Weiland. Your music changed my life more than you will ever know. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Sorted another box of my dads tonight.
Got to the bottom, some old dust clumps, some, tape or string...? Can beat it out outside and get rid of it. Looked closer...
My hospital bracelet from the day I was born.
I cried. I thanked him. I felt like he was there. Tried to hold his hand.
Grateful for the little things tonight...passing moments with the otherworld...I felt at peace and so thankful for moments like this to process my feelings.
And, other parts of me are so pleased with the proof that you shouldn't dump all your dead fathers things in a dumpster the weekend after he died like some people worked so hard to do..HA MOTHERFUCKERS!!
Got to the bottom, some old dust clumps, some, tape or string...? Can beat it out outside and get rid of it. Looked closer...
I cried. I thanked him. I felt like he was there. Tried to hold his hand.
Grateful for the little things tonight...passing moments with the otherworld...I felt at peace and so thankful for moments like this to process my feelings.
And, other parts of me are so pleased with the proof that you shouldn't dump all your dead fathers things in a dumpster the weekend after he died like some people worked so hard to do..HA MOTHERFUCKERS!!
Monday, August 25, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
For those of you out there that need help, don't be ashamed, it's OK to need help. PLEASE call this number:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255
Or go to this website:
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
Reach out. Don't end your life, it's not the answer.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255
Or go to this website:
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
Reach out. Don't end your life, it's not the answer.
Hot on the heels of Robin Williams committing suicide (which hit me really hard actually, I really loved that dude and all kinds of emotions are coming up, but that's a post I really want to get into later tonight) I am told by someone close to me that they want to kill themselves. I pass along the suicide prevention hotline number and make them call it while I go shave cause I have to leave for work in 30 fucking minutes.
What did they say? I ask as I re-enter my living room.
"You know I'm not actually going to kill myself, right?"
Um, no, no I don't. And my dad is dead because of this and this person knows it's not a joke and really EVERYONE should know it's not a joke and it's REALLY not a joke with me and I WILL have your ass 5150ed so don't fuck around.
Assholes.
If you talk about killing yourself and you are "not really going to do it" or "I'm just venting" you're an asshole. Plain and simple. Asshole.
And you know what else? You are the reason suicide is not taken more seriously and the people that really need help don't get it cause you make other people think "oh, they won't actually do it, they are just venting. They don't actually need help."
So, there ya go, you're a double asshole. Good job. Grow the fuck up asshole.
What did they say? I ask as I re-enter my living room.
"You know I'm not actually going to kill myself, right?"
Um, no, no I don't. And my dad is dead because of this and this person knows it's not a joke and really EVERYONE should know it's not a joke and it's REALLY not a joke with me and I WILL have your ass 5150ed so don't fuck around.
Assholes.
If you talk about killing yourself and you are "not really going to do it" or "I'm just venting" you're an asshole. Plain and simple. Asshole.
And you know what else? You are the reason suicide is not taken more seriously and the people that really need help don't get it cause you make other people think "oh, they won't actually do it, they are just venting. They don't actually need help."
So, there ya go, you're a double asshole. Good job. Grow the fuck up asshole.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Rik Mayall, star of The Young Ones, dies aged 56
Just when you think Monday might be ok and you'll live through it the news that Rik Mayall died reaches you. RIK MAYALL DIED YOU GUYS!!
Fuck. I just wanna go lay down now...
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Friday fascinations dump - on Sunday - ALL the links not posted before!
The Fascinations
A big catch up of all the things I wanted to share but also wanted to preface, or add thoughts to, or they were too depressing and I wanted to spread out the depressing stuff...Whatever, here it all is. ENJOY the clusterfuck!
- Convicted serial killer Rodney Alcala was found guilty in 2010 of killing four women and a 12-year-old girl in Southern California in the 1970s. Alcala, 69, is a former photographer and a one-time dating-show contestant who has been behind bars since 1979. Police in California previously released dozens of photos, including the ones seen here, taken from a storage space rented to Alcala. Recognize the people in this photo? Please contact Huntington Beach, Calif., Police Det. Patrick Ellis at 714-375-5066 PICTURES HERE (Just above the shoulders shots, though they are creepy, they are safe for work)
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Lead?
OK, now for the great blog catch-up of 2013!!
First off, from a comment submitted Kim Berine on July 25th:
http://blogs.laweekly.com/informer/2013/07/kirkham_gastelum_marijuana_shootout_charged.php
Kim theorizes this could be Ila's killer?
What do you think? Do you know who killed Ila? If so, please SAY SOMETHING!
LAPD's Robbery-Homicide Detectives at 213-486-6890. During non-business hours or on weekends, calls should be directed to 1-877-LAPD-24-7 (877-527-3247). Anyone wishing to remain anonymous should call Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS (800-222-8477). Tipsters may also contact Crime Stoppers by texting to phone number 274637 (C-R-I-M-E-S on most keypads) with a cell phone. All text messages should begin with the letters "LAPD." Tipsters may also go to LAPDOnline.org, click on "webtips" and follow the prompts.
First off, from a comment submitted Kim Berine on July 25th:
http://blogs.laweekly.com/informer/2013/07/kirkham_gastelum_marijuana_shootout_charged.php
Kim theorizes this could be Ila's killer?
What do you think? Do you know who killed Ila? If so, please SAY SOMETHING!
LAPD's Robbery-Homicide Detectives at 213-486-6890. During non-business hours or on weekends, calls should be directed to 1-877-LAPD-24-7 (877-527-3247). Anyone wishing to remain anonymous should call Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS (800-222-8477). Tipsters may also contact Crime Stoppers by texting to phone number 274637 (C-R-I-M-E-S on most keypads) with a cell phone. All text messages should begin with the letters "LAPD." Tipsters may also go to LAPDOnline.org, click on "webtips" and follow the prompts.
Monday, July 1, 2013
3 years gone, never forgotten
Hi guys, Happy July!
June 24th stuck in my head all day, and I couldn't figure out why, till a whole day later. The brain has been fried, I'll update you on my personal life next, this right here is important.
June 24th, 2010 is the day my friend Ila Packman was senselessly stabbed to death.
In THIS POST in December of 2012 I shared the surveillance video of the people they suspect killed Ila, or at very least have some information on his death. That post has had an increase in traffic this last week, and for the first time someone commented on it. On June 25th, and I was reminded of what the 24th was. Then others commented. All friends and loved one's of Ila's. Hi guys, nice to meet you all, so sorry this is why...
Anyhow, I have a much larger audience on a much more regular basis now, with about 75 page-views a day (I know, this isn't "a lot" or anything, but it's new to me) I am hoping more people will see this this time.
Ila's mom commented on the original post and informed that the reward is $55,000 if money happens to be something that motivates you. She's a mom who lost her son to senseless violence if helping other humans is something that motivates you.
WATCH THIS VIDEO, then: SHARE THIS VIDEO. SHOW THIS VIDEO TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!
IF YOU KNOW SOMETHING PLEASE, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING.
June 24th stuck in my head all day, and I couldn't figure out why, till a whole day later. The brain has been fried, I'll update you on my personal life next, this right here is important.
June 24th, 2010 is the day my friend Ila Packman was senselessly stabbed to death.
In THIS POST in December of 2012 I shared the surveillance video of the people they suspect killed Ila, or at very least have some information on his death. That post has had an increase in traffic this last week, and for the first time someone commented on it. On June 25th, and I was reminded of what the 24th was. Then others commented. All friends and loved one's of Ila's. Hi guys, nice to meet you all, so sorry this is why...
Anyhow, I have a much larger audience on a much more regular basis now, with about 75 page-views a day (I know, this isn't "a lot" or anything, but it's new to me) I am hoping more people will see this this time.
Ila's mom commented on the original post and informed that the reward is $55,000 if money happens to be something that motivates you. She's a mom who lost her son to senseless violence if helping other humans is something that motivates you.
WATCH THIS VIDEO, then: SHARE THIS VIDEO. SHOW THIS VIDEO TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!
IF YOU KNOW SOMETHING PLEASE, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Funk
Funk.
And, not the good kind played by amazing people like George Clinton or Bootsy Collins...
The last 3 or so days have just been, weird. I feel weird and unmotivated and like I want to just go hide under the covers with my book and about a pound of chocolate covered marshmallows.
Fuck I love chocolate covered marshmallows.
See, and there's the other thing, I want to eat and be depressed. Not good. No. Not in the least. I fed this beast for 5 fucking months last year. It took me till March of this year to get over Christmas...I was doing so well...What now?
Last week was so much better, so much more full. I worked my ass off in like 4 classes in the gym at work, I was exhausted but felt amazing. It was the free week to try the gym and the woman I walk with encouraged me to join her in her classes. By the end, Thursday night, I thought I was gonna fall over. I wanted to go lay in a hot tub for the rest of my life.
I so looked forward to the long weekend, and so needed it when it arrived and then didn't know what to do with myself. Friday was good, ran a bunch of errands, got stuff done. Kinda...Then there was Arrested Development and reading and I got the bathroom clean and went to yoga...and completely avoided cleaning my bedroom...again.
Monday came and we tried to figure out how to spend it and I felt restless. I wanted to just go drive, drive in the sunshine and soak up the warmth and energy and fire and let it heal me and make me whole. We went and got boba at the outdoor part of the mall and got in the pool. I still hate boba by the way...I wasn't sure for a second, but nope, don't care for it. Then, I took on the bedroom. Monday evening. After texting and calling various people to distract me and failing to find anyone to save me from the stupid chore that has exploded in my head...then, at the end of cleaning the bedroom, came the putting of my fathers film and such into my closet...I took a deep breath and shoved things in fast and hard and sat with a thud on the floor and bit my lip and tried not to cry. My partner has gently suggested sorting this stuff once or twice, it came up again when I emptied a plastic bin in the closet of my belly dance costume crap, but I still haven't been able to give it enough of a go. I still can't really look at it. I still can't allow myself to process any of it, the pain washes over me and I feel like I am gonna puke...
So, I guess in this long rant I have figured out why I am in a funk. I guess we got that. But, I mean, fuck SERIOUSLY? Is this gonna happen every time I have to move my parents crap around? That exhibit of his art is gonna take me YEARS at this rate...I am so frustrated. Some days are ok, and I keep on keeping on and have hidden my parents in that dark little room in my head where it doesn't bother me that I don't have them to talk to, I'm fine, it's fine. Then, other days knock me in the head and the pain is so sharp I can't see straight.
and that feeling lasts for days. and, here we are.
And, not the good kind played by amazing people like George Clinton or Bootsy Collins...
The last 3 or so days have just been, weird. I feel weird and unmotivated and like I want to just go hide under the covers with my book and about a pound of chocolate covered marshmallows.
Fuck I love chocolate covered marshmallows.
See, and there's the other thing, I want to eat and be depressed. Not good. No. Not in the least. I fed this beast for 5 fucking months last year. It took me till March of this year to get over Christmas...I was doing so well...What now?
Last week was so much better, so much more full. I worked my ass off in like 4 classes in the gym at work, I was exhausted but felt amazing. It was the free week to try the gym and the woman I walk with encouraged me to join her in her classes. By the end, Thursday night, I thought I was gonna fall over. I wanted to go lay in a hot tub for the rest of my life.
I so looked forward to the long weekend, and so needed it when it arrived and then didn't know what to do with myself. Friday was good, ran a bunch of errands, got stuff done. Kinda...Then there was Arrested Development and reading and I got the bathroom clean and went to yoga...and completely avoided cleaning my bedroom...again.
Monday came and we tried to figure out how to spend it and I felt restless. I wanted to just go drive, drive in the sunshine and soak up the warmth and energy and fire and let it heal me and make me whole. We went and got boba at the outdoor part of the mall and got in the pool. I still hate boba by the way...I wasn't sure for a second, but nope, don't care for it. Then, I took on the bedroom. Monday evening. After texting and calling various people to distract me and failing to find anyone to save me from the stupid chore that has exploded in my head...then, at the end of cleaning the bedroom, came the putting of my fathers film and such into my closet...I took a deep breath and shoved things in fast and hard and sat with a thud on the floor and bit my lip and tried not to cry. My partner has gently suggested sorting this stuff once or twice, it came up again when I emptied a plastic bin in the closet of my belly dance costume crap, but I still haven't been able to give it enough of a go. I still can't really look at it. I still can't allow myself to process any of it, the pain washes over me and I feel like I am gonna puke...
So, I guess in this long rant I have figured out why I am in a funk. I guess we got that. But, I mean, fuck SERIOUSLY? Is this gonna happen every time I have to move my parents crap around? That exhibit of his art is gonna take me YEARS at this rate...I am so frustrated. Some days are ok, and I keep on keeping on and have hidden my parents in that dark little room in my head where it doesn't bother me that I don't have them to talk to, I'm fine, it's fine. Then, other days knock me in the head and the pain is so sharp I can't see straight.
and that feeling lasts for days. and, here we are.
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