I'll bring the marshmallows! I was just stopping by to say that The Other Side is being excoriated for Doing Something Wrong. However, I did a quick check, and it's not actually anything wrong. However, I've sworn to myself to never give aid and comfort to the enemy, so I have to sit on this little Nugget Of Truth and say nothing. If only NASA could tell us not to worry because it will all be over soon, I'd feel so much better.
So on the day that Stan Lee died, there was an old man in a trench-coat outside the window at a coffee shop I frequent. He was just standing, alone, watching people and pacing back and forth. He wasn't doing anything particularly creepy but it was still kind of weird. The guy was easily out there for more than 30 minutes. I know some of the employees fairly well since I'm a regular. I was talking with one of the girls behind the counter on my way out and the old guy came up in conversation. Neither of us had seen him before and I've gone there for two years now, and she's worked there even longer. The dude looked a scary amount like Stan Lee. It was really quiet in the shop, only a couple other patrons. We were talking kind of loud and I said, "I'm pretty sure that's Stan Lee!" She goes, "Wait, didn't he die?" I didn't know because I basically live under a rock now that I got rid of social media. "I don't think so." Then a guy sitting at one of the tables said, "Yeah he died today." The realization hit me, but I knew I still had to commit to the joke. So I said, "It can't be, that's him right there!" And that's how I found out that Stan Lee died. Talk about poor timing. Some might call it insensitive but nothing is "too soon" for my sense of humor, as long as it's not punching down. People can make jokes about me at my damn funeral for all I care. My life already is a joke.
I was walking the block paving of Media City with my grown up boy, there's huge plaza there colourfully lit by the aura of an equally oversized screen. It casts out sub-titled news on a loop with an underlying ticker tape. We stopped our convo, both curious as to why Iron Man and Hulk were getting air time... It dawned these shots were a mid-bulletin tribute before the news was confirmed. And that's how I found out that Stan Lee died.
Beautiful, and both curious, the father and his son in the new media age. Above their heads the toppling in bright lights of the Patriarchy - Hulk Man and Man Man and Iron Man. Nobody calls me Iron, not any more. Jerusalem.
Aye, Ron man they did our feet on that day walk upon the cobbles grey, t'was on the pixelated oracle the unpleasant news was seen
Walking with my lad, not exactly ashamed I'm his dad, just he wears pyjamas and grows hair over his eyes, one of those guys, a lute and his lucky potato in the other hand. He's putting together a band.
Well to be more correct, it is the local BDSM Community, But Fet is short for for Fetlife in this context, though it technically is short for fetish.
You're too nice. I would go totally mental if somebody did that to me. That's really presumptuous, isn't it? Grrrr. Drama? You want DRAMA? Just watch this...
The company can't afford me. I get to stay until Christmas and after that... I've been looking for a new job for months... hasn't happened yet.
Well, you certainly have my best wishes for your job-seeking. Do you have a secure place to live in the meantime?
Man, I've been there before. Something will turn up. Best of luck that whatever that something is is in your chosen field.
It seems to be the way of things these days. It happened to a family member recently and when they objected to being signed up to a group they neither asked for nor were a good fit for, the ENTIRE group went bat-sh*t crazy against them. Social media has a lot to answer for when it comes to bringing out the extremes in human behaviour. I think it's a very dark path and common decency and a balanced approach is an endangered species.