ghostofqueernessyettocome:

hanari502:

I met Carrie Fisher exactly once at a convention, and when I met her she immediately bought a poster from our booth with the words “Hey Assbutt” on them with the intention of sending it to Harrison Ford for his birthday.

I’d like to think of that as the epitome of how I’d like to have met her and honestly wouldn’t want it any other way.

Apparently Fisher regularly went to cons and would spend hours in Artists’ Alley buying bags worth of art, to the point where you could track her path around the con by watching artists freak out on Twitter over the fact that Princess Leia just bought their stuff.

Carrie Fisher was a goddamn treasure.

qwertibo:

columbo goes ehh… bleh! ano…. before casually mentioning the contact lens he found on the floor that’ll send a man to the electric chair at the end of the episode

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donnerpartyofone:

I went to Star of the Sea a few times a week all February, which means it took me like a month to look up and discover the giant pipe organ over the entrance. It’s crazy how habitually I only look where I’m stepping, I’m constantly missing the most obvious (and interesting) things. I wonder if anyone ever plays it! There’s a piano and also an electric keyboard of some kind up front that they use on the weekends, when music is played by an older lady with bright red hair and an absolutely wild operatic soprano. Every single person who comes here is an absolute capital-C character. I’ve even started to see these cool strega types in black furs with chic wigs or dye jobs and cateye glasses; with any luck that’s what I’ll be like when I’m their age.

I usually say that I’m going to this place, never having been to church in my life, because of an art history-related project I’m working on, but it feels like a lot of different converging paths have led me here. When my husband and I first moved to this neighborhood ten years ago, we stumbled upon the procession of Our Lady of Sorrows aka Mater Dolorosa aka La Maria Addolorata one day, and I immediately thought…man am I in the right place. Here is her statue in the Italian social club garden (which is cut back for the winter in this image, but when it’s in bloom it’s like a vibrant little jungle), and here is a photo from Wikipedia of the procession:

Naturally this introduction to the local traditions made me very interested in what could be in the church, although I took my time getting there. Bizarrely, when I finally checked it out last month, almost the first thing I heard was a reading in which Mary is told about how she’s going to suffer for her son’s fate, using the wording: “And you yourself a sword shall pierce”. The phrase has a beautiful musicality to it, but it really caught my ear because it so obviously inspired the imagery of the Dolorosa. If I had gone on any other day, I wouldn’t have received this strangely meaningful-to-me welcome. This pincushion version of Mary is strikingly gothic, and often garbed in black and gold:

I’m sure that when I first started coming to Star of the Sea, creeping around sneaking pictures, it might have been perturbing to at least some of the old time neighborhood retirees who come to weekday masses. But, I eventually became a familiar face, and I brought my husband to this wine and cheese thing they offered after last Saturday’s service. We went around and introduced ourselves to the main regulars plus the monsignor (who is really sweet and good-humored), and that seemed to help; when I came back on Tuesday, one of the main ladies introduced me to more people and told them about our Saturday visit, it really seemed to mean something to her. Maybe it’s pretentious of me but I feel like it might be good for them to see me around, like maybe if they get to know a punk-looking chick like me a little bit, then it will make them feel like they might have more in common with really different-seeming people than they think. And vice-versa, of course.

At the end of yesterday’s mass, I got to meet the extremely sharp and charismastic Father Patterson who comes on Thursdays to help out, since the church’s original guy passed away. Patterson came out and met everybody this time, and I was excited to tell him that I had never been to church before the week that he himself started coming to Star of the Sea, and his homilies were part of what kept me coming back. He stunned me by saying something like, “Keep coming, because while you might be inspired by this place, people around you are being inspired by you at the same time. You won’t see it yourself and you don’t even have to, because it’s just you, your you-ness is what’s inspiring.” I was so humbled, I didn’t really know how to act. It was an interesting insight; often when we feel bad about ourselves, we get served this condescending rhetoric about how your low self-esteem prevents you from seeing yourself as wonderful the way others do–but this was more like, you have to spend all your time with yourself, so you never experience yourself as novel, you can’t possibly see what other people see. It’s like how you can’t smell yourself, basically. Up at the top I was saying how everybody who comes here is a big time Character with unique personalities, and suddenly it occurred to me that I am now one of those Characters. I have the feeling Patterson was sent to Star of the Sea like Mary Poppins, to uplift everybody who lost their pastor and are worried about the future of the parish. He’s doing a really good job and it will be a bummer when he’s gone.

Meanwhile, baby’s first meme: