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Martin Gardner, rest in peace. I can remember my father (a mathematician) pointing his work out to me, in the early '70s; I hate that he's gone.

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Yesterday:

5:30 AM: Get home from work.

7 AM: Fall asleep.

10 AM: Am awakened by phone call; as I'm about to fall back asleep, landlord bangs on my door (I'd asked him to remail my rent receipt- which I've been specifically told I need to enclose one with each month's rent, and I've been tearing the place apart trying to find this month's). Fraught discussion, not facilitated by my exhausted and stressed condition, ensues.

2:30 PM: Wake up; log onto my apartment mate's computer. Discover that Steve Perry, the author and co-creator of Thundercats, has disappeared under extremely suspicious circumstances; police are calling it a homicide investigation. Perry was having difficult times recently- intermittently homeless and trying to support a young son, he was then diagnosed with cancer; after checking the situation out, I began PayPaling him money occasionally. He, in turn, began sending me emails with updates about his situation; while most of the emails were fairly innocuous, a couple of them go into considerable detail about his confrontational interactions with someone close to him. Accordingly, I've contacted the police in his town, and offered to forward said emails to them.

2:30 AM: Log on, and discover that Martin Gardner, a favorite author of mine since childhood, has passed away. (Not suspicious at all- he was 95- but sad, nonetheless.)

Today:

Plan to spend most of day lounging in bed, watching DVDs of the TV show Taxi. Possibly go into work later to double, triple recheck something I checked seven times on Friday, because at this point, my brain is insisting that the sky is falling.

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On a much-needed lighter note, I'm actually sad to discover that Firefly Bourbon isn't named after the show.

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Steve Bissette writes about his friend Steve Perry.

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The oil spill is now larger than the state of Florida; Kevin Costner has offered the use of oil-cleaning technologies that he spent millions of his own money to develop.

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This disturbs me for far more reasons that I can go into here: A newspaper article on Krystal Carroll, the mother of (presumed homicide victim) Steve Perry's child.

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Via copperbadge, alibi_factory’s A Partial Map of Your TARDIS (Subject to Change). SO WONDERFUL.

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hominysnark has a spoiler free, and rather amusing theory about Lost that really does make far too much sense. (As an aside, I remember how ny friends used to amuse themselves in college by improvising a Wrath of Khan/Island of Misfit Toys mashup ("The sleigh's runners are smashed! Rudolph's nose is inoperative!") Ahh, those were the days...)

"This is what we do to little piggies who are naughty" indeed...

The perfect capper to the weekend: a few minutes ago, I walk out to the kitchen and pull open the door to the fridge... which proceeds to drop right out of the fridge's doorframe onto my toe. Nothing broken (somehow), but OW OW FUCKITY OW FMLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...