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Bit heavy on the posts today, but that's just following the trend of busy day = more posting.
I was sad to hear this morning that Peter Falk had died today. I remember Columbo; my mom watched it. Even so, I was a little young for it at the time, so I don't remember too much of it other than the episode here and there that I caught on Nick at Nite or something as a teen or an adult. No, Peter Falk to me will always be the Grandfather who comes in, makes lame jokes, pinches my cheek even though I hate it, and reads me a certain story because I'm sick. (Just not the kissing parts.) Yeah, this one didn't hit me in the gut until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 asked in the car "but who is gonna read the story again tomorrow now?"
I know how some of you feel about The Princess Bride. Yeah, it's overquoted and its fans do tend to think it's the greatest thing since sliced bread to the point of annoyance, I get that. But that movie was a big part of my childhood. From like age 9 until 13 I quite literally watched the copy we had in the house once a week, sometimes twice and certainly every day I stayed home sick from school, and I still know every line and camera angle. So tonight I ask for y'all to stuff the haterade cause for a bit, Peter Falk was the grandfather I never got to have growing up, having missed both Mom and Dad's fathers by years.
Anyway. RIP, Grandpa. You will be missed.
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In other news... I was gonna write this whole big long thing about how marriage equality passed in New York this evening, how psyched I am that it is now legal in both states I call home to marry the one you love regardless of what combination of dangly bits you have, why this issue is so important to me and the impact it's had in my life (lets just say if it had been legal in either NY or MA ten years ago I think my life would have been VERY different right now), but then this picture from Newsweek's tumblr got posted to Twitter and I completely lost my shit.
Yep. All of this, and it's a picture of a fucking skyscraper that leaves me sobbing. Pictures being worth a thousand words and all, I think this picture covers just about everything I could possibly express about this, and far more eloquently, so I'm just going to leave it here, and go terrifycell23 by needing a hug now.
I was sad to hear this morning that Peter Falk had died today. I remember Columbo; my mom watched it. Even so, I was a little young for it at the time, so I don't remember too much of it other than the episode here and there that I caught on Nick at Nite or something as a teen or an adult. No, Peter Falk to me will always be the Grandfather who comes in, makes lame jokes, pinches my cheek even though I hate it, and reads me a certain story because I'm sick. (Just not the kissing parts.) Yeah, this one didn't hit me in the gut until
cell23 asked in the car "but who is gonna read the story again tomorrow now?"I know how some of you feel about The Princess Bride. Yeah, it's overquoted and its fans do tend to think it's the greatest thing since sliced bread to the point of annoyance, I get that. But that movie was a big part of my childhood. From like age 9 until 13 I quite literally watched the copy we had in the house once a week, sometimes twice and certainly every day I stayed home sick from school, and I still know every line and camera angle. So tonight I ask for y'all to stuff the haterade cause for a bit, Peter Falk was the grandfather I never got to have growing up, having missed both Mom and Dad's fathers by years.
Anyway. RIP, Grandpa. You will be missed.
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In other news... I was gonna write this whole big long thing about how marriage equality passed in New York this evening, how psyched I am that it is now legal in both states I call home to marry the one you love regardless of what combination of dangly bits you have, why this issue is so important to me and the impact it's had in my life (lets just say if it had been legal in either NY or MA ten years ago I think my life would have been VERY different right now), but then this picture from Newsweek's tumblr got posted to Twitter and I completely lost my shit.
Yep. All of this, and it's a picture of a fucking skyscraper that leaves me sobbing. Pictures being worth a thousand words and all, I think this picture covers just about everything I could possibly express about this, and far more eloquently, so I'm just going to leave it here, and go terrify
cell23 by needing a hug now.
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