He had an interesting life.
I have to dig it up, but a guy wrote a poem fit me based on his name. Music majors.
Not familiar with her work, but fascinating:
Dying of pneumonia right now makes me question his certainty that it wasn’t covid-19 related. She could have been asymptomatic until the lungs were affected.
Perhaps, but our hospitals would check - the last thing they want is CoV galloping around the wards. We had a resident in the building taken to the hospital a few weeks ago for pneumonia and heart problems. He was sent home after a week to make sure that he didn’t catch COVID-19. It’s a pretty safe bet they checked him. Anyone entering a hospital who has fever and lung problems is being checked - in fact, everyone entering is being screened. (I have an appointment with my oncologist in 10 days at the General. It should be interesting.)
Well, that is interesting. I got a phone call this morning. My appointment is going to be done on the phone.
How will the blood draw work?
Dunno. I’ll be phoning (probably tomorrow) to see if the Cancer Centre lab is open. I would much rather go through the hospital’s screening than take my chances with a private lab. The one nearest me has a rather tight waiting room.
So much more than Goldfinger.
Well, shit. I have a hole in my heart. I can’t make the words come right now to properly eulogize him. I will miss him.
god DAMN this virus. he was already not well, and when the news broke that he was hospitalized because of coronavirus, i thought… oh shit… no no no no no… and held my breath. but in my heart, i knew he was already not strong and his health was not strong… this one hurts so badly. John Prine’s music opened up my world.
“Ten times what it grieves ya — that’s how much I hate to leave ya.”
oh, John, i hope not, because that’s a biggun indeed.
I grew up with his artwork. I didn’t know a lot of girls who read MAD, and if they did, they didn’t admit it. But his caricatures were just the best.
I love his satires of TV shows and movies (with various writers, I guess). Some favorite ones that stick in my mind are Star Blech and Mission: Ridiculous – his caricatures of Kirk, Spock, and Rollin Hand were terrific.
A person in my professional sphere died in an accident this week. He was never anything but nice to me … but harassed a number of women I know. He was a hurt person who hurt people. I have a hard time mourning him, but I feel that this person’s life is an example of what happens when we abdicate our responsibilities to kids. He suffered, and other people suffered for it, and I hope I can do better raising my son.
Can we at least send his ashes out with a glider gun?