Various things

[thisbluespirit]

1. Peter Sallis has died. He was 96, of course, so he'd had a very good innings, but still. *salutes* Obviously, he was ubiquitous as Clegg and as Wallace, but since I started delving into old telly, he will also forever be The Man Who Didn't Eat Sweets in a Public Eye episode I have watched more than most.


2. fic_corner is running again! It's an exchange for children's & YA lit and is usually good fun. There's a brainstorming post open and nominations will begin soon. (I don't know if I'll be able to do it, because summer, but I think it's relevant to some people's interests.)


3. While I'm talking about comms, I'm not sure I ever gave hidden_passages a quick pimp - it's a general comm for all things Gothic fiction related, run by calliopes_pen. (I think I was pimping my own comms such a lot once I moved them over that I got too exhausted. I meant to mention a few other good Dreamwidth comms, whether new, old, or recently moved, but I forgot.)


4. I have ordered the 1970s TV series Thriller with my b'day voucher. I don't know whether that was the best choice or not, but I will at least now have a proper screencap-able copy of my very own of the episode where James Maxwell and Julian Glover move into together and bury girls in the back garden and that is the important thing. (I think Suzanne Neve and Gemma Jones may be in other episodes, too.)

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[thisbluespirit]

nd there's Alun Armstrong and Dennis Waterman together being visited briefly by Gan with a moustache, Travis I in a silly outfit, Anthony Valentine being common

Okay, the post person needs to bring it to me now!!!

LOL, I am pretty sure old telly was not the cause of my cyst. It was apparently a rubbish bit left over from when I was born, so it was my own fault for trying to make use of useless bits of me. Or my parents for not being efficient enough in making me.

When people would have been a hundred and silly, a little, although I have moped over actors who died in the 1920s.

<3

Sometimes the heart isn't logical. Like, theoretically, JM's death is much sadder than Alfred Burke's, but most of the time I only get sad at Alfie's because HE CAN'T BE DEAD. He was too real and it's wrong. (Not that I don't get sad about JM if I read Braham Murray going on about it. His full obit from The Stage is a real tearjerker, it's no good him telling me in it not to be sad, or in his autobiog where he is all WE ALL LOVED HIM AND MADE HIM OUR GHOST GUARDIAN FOREVER.)

I am sure some 1920s people are just as deserving of ridiculous belated sadness. (And I don't think it ridiculous. There's no point in pretending sadness, and it's silly to claim you are more upset than their family or something, but to be sad at the loss of a person can never be silly. People are amazing and unique. Annoying and complex and mixed up, but still amazing and unique and worth mourning, at least a little here and there. People's work are a part of them, especially with actors, who we see (and sometimes hear!) in so much, so we know something of them.)

[liadt]

*hugs*

Aw, you should be the next Dr... and I don't mean because of your re-generating abilities <3