Harold Ramis dead at 69 of complications from autoimmune inflammatory vasculitis
Harold Ramis, the man behind numerous blockbuster films such as Ghostbusters and Groundhog’s Day,…
He was 85.
A true comedy genius, he passed away at the age of 91.
The former child star and diplomat has passed away at age of 85.
I received the news that longtime blogger Yabu had passed away on Sunday. I was at a loss, even though it was expected.
He was an interesting character, to say the least. Yabu had a gift for writing down how he felt. Unlike most writers who try to evoke feelings in their readers, he made you feel HIS feelings in what he wrote. It was sometimes a bit disconcerting to start one of his posts and feel a blanket of dread as he described a particularly hairy situation, or actually feel the sting of coral scraping your flesh as he recounts an alcohol-induced jaunt in the Caribbean. Mostly, he made you feel joy when he described his adorable Stretch going on patrol, or when he spoke of his wonderful wife, Juju Woman. He would also take some commenter’s irritation and capitalize on it, hence the birth of the Food Pic Haters’ postings. And no food pic was ever complete until a toy dinosaur was posing alongside the dish du jour.
His blog is gone now, and I feel a certain loss not being able to re-read his entries. No matter what the topic, he made you enter his world and live vicariously in those few minutes it took to read. He showcased his wife’s beautiful work, and inspired me to get back into doing stained glass. He spoke of his travels and inspired some of us, including our late friend Draco to wander the world. There is a hole in my life knowing I can’t ever meet him now.
But in my window hangs a work of art, wrought by Juju Woman, and gifted to me by Yabu. And at least I have a little bit of those wonderful people with me, always.
A profound and heartfelt thanks.
For my husband, and my brothers-in-law, my neighbors, and my friends.
And for my brother Draco, who never failed to call and thank all of those he knew.
We can never repay what you have sacrificed for your country.
And I’m not talking about Tom Petty.
The other day I was conversing with a friend about how Life is so uncertain. The loss of Draco has driven that home to our family, and my friend has also suffered a similar loss. Anyway, we started making plans to do some outrageous stuff before we shuffled off. My idea of “outrageous” is standing in snow. His idea? To go BASE jumping.
Oh, HELL NO!!!
Sorry, I just don’t get it. I understand the concept of “adrenaline rush”, but find it very painful for me to experience. And I think death in that manner would also be painful to experience. At least the first minute. Hubby would love to do something like that in the future. I would love to be in church praying when he gets around to doing it.
Would this be on y’all’s List? Or would you be praying your Novenas, too??
To my brother Draco,
My heart grieves as it grips with your final goodbye. You were more than just a brother-in-law. You were a big brother, a buddy, and a friend. No matter what, you always knew you could come to me with anything, and often did. There were times when you made me pull my hair out in exasperation, but there were also times when you helped me in my troubles.
Just like a brother would.
I find myself listening to your voicemails, reading your texts and your messages. Hearing your voice again makes me smile, remembering the private jokes and the camaraderie we shared. This past year was not easy for you, but you made the best of it while you were here with us. We got to have you in our lives for eight months, and that in itself was a blessing from God. We still have the paracord bracelets you made, and the martini glasses you “acquired” for us, the beers you left behind, and the bottle of vodka you bought as a “thank you”. That bottle remains unopened on the shelf, waiting for the day when we can gather to celebrate you, Rottie style.
Yes the heart grieves, but it also remembers, and that will be the balm to comfort us. Rangers do lead the way, and you have never failed to do so. You lived more in your 48 years than most people do in two lifetimes. I pray you are at peace, and hope that in slipping the surly bonds that tethered you, you are now free. God bless and keep you, hermano. I am still, and know that you are with us.
This is quite possibly the hardest post I’ll ever have to write.
One of our frequent commenters, LC Draco, has been in the hospital with a tear in a vessel in his brain. The bleed caused another vessel to clamp shut and as a result, he has suffered several strokes and some damage. So far he has had surgery to relieve the pressure on his cerebellum. Now we wait to see if the bleed started up again. If so, the surgeon will attempt to locate and repair it. This is the dry-as-dust breakdown.
Notice the clever use of his hands
Some of y’all know him as a Rottie. But above all, he is the older brother I never had. Literally. He is my brother-in-law, and has been my family for 25 years. He introduced me to The Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler and encouraged me to find my voice in the interwebs. He is the uncle that would back me up when I admonished the kids, and quietly slipped them money when I wasn’t looking. He enjoys travel, and always took the time to tell everyone what new sights he had discovered. And to say he is an animal lover is to write an understatement. No stray animal was ever turned away from his home. Ever.
He is an Aggie and a veteran. To say he is a good friend is to diminish the relationship he and I had. Blood relation would not have made him a closer brother in any way. We had our arguments (best burgers were at the Cow Hop), and our disagreements (I think Tony Romo is hopeless), as siblings do. And more than anything, I will miss reminiscing about our alma mater every time the Aggies score on the football field. And yes, we reminisced often.
Words cannot express the absolute grief being endured by many, just as they cannot express the joy he brought to our lives. I know he always regretted not attending a Rott Fest™, but I comfort myself with the knowledge that I will organize one for him in the near future. Because I know him better than anyone, and I just KNOW he will fight to recover. The warrior in him refuses to lose.
Saturday came the news, most glorious.
AG Abbott formally kicks off gubernatorial bid
I squealed with glee for almost two hours.
Already well-known in political circles and extremely well-financed, Attorney General Greg Abbott formally announced Sunday he’s running for governor, hoping to seize the fiercely socially conservative mantle of Gov. Rick Perry that has helped make Texas the country’s largest red state.
AG Abbott was the man to give Ted Cruz his start as Solicitor General. To say that Abbott is conservative is to underestimate his commitment to liberty. Anyone who says, “I go into the office, I sue Barack Obama, and then I go home,” has my support, and my vote.
I can already taste the sweet, sweet tears of the liberals in this state. The panic they felt was so palpable, it registered on the Richter Scale.
BRING IT ON!!!
Because he takes after his father!!
Your challenge? To make this go VIRAL. Social media, blogs, emails, any way you can.
Learn it, love it, LIVE IT!!
Today marks not only the day we celebrate our flag, but also the birth of the United States Army.
And since today is Open Thread Friday, please feel free to share any military stories.
As for me, I’m off to help with festivities!
Om, nom, nom
For me, it is one of the saddest holidays, and yet it is also filled with joy, knowing that such courage exists, and such sacrifices are made in defense of freedom.
I give thanks to all the men and women who paid the ultimate price so that I could speak, and worship, and complain, and demonstrate. And to do so in English.
May they never be forgotten, nor their sacrifices be in vain.
It is with a heavy heart that I report the passing of a dear friend, EFA.
Most of y’all knew him from the H&B chatroom. Some of us knew him from The Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler blog, as well. A few of us had the fortune to meet him at the Florida Rott Fest a few years back. When I first saw him, I thought he looked angelic and couldn’t hurt a fly. Then he told BC to fuck off.
My faith in the Rott World was restored.
At the time he was touring the US, and collecting the quarters of every state he had visited. And the new pennies. He thought they were awesome. He made his own rum, and loved to go hunting in the brush, and was one of the few people who really enjoyed living.
So, tonight I shall hoist one in his honor. I don’t think God will mind if I break my Lent promise just this time. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if EFA wasn’t already giving Him a crash course on the finer points of rum.
God bless you for a saint, my friend. You are missed something fierce, and you’ll always be remembered and loved.