Honey in my Gears

Evel Knievel obviously couldn't stand the thought of December. So he died yesterday.

RIP ETERNAL SCREAM QUEEN Janet Leigh, July 6, 1927- October 3, 2004
I cried when I heard this morning.




I want to enter this week's icon contest over at cultfilm_icons, but I can only submit one.
Theme: Labyrnth

( which one should I submit? )

I watched Island of Dr. Moreau on tbs last night. I have a crazy boner for David Thewlis and Fairuza Balk <3

LOS ANGELES - Funk singer Rick James, best known for the 1981 hit "Super Freak," died Friday, apparently of natural causes, police said.

James, 56, died at 9:45 a.m. at a residence near Universal City, said Officer Esther Reyes, a Police Department spokeswoman.

"He died apparently of natural causes. We learned of his death after responding to a radio call," Reyes said.

After his big hit, James' fame began to fade as he became embroiled in legal problems and health troubles.

James was convicted in 1993 of assaulting two women. The first attack occurred in 1991 when he restrained and burned a young woman with a hot pipe during a cocaine binge at his house in West Hollywood. He was free on bail when the second assault occurred in 1992 in James' hotel room.

James was sentenced to more than two years in state prison.

In 1997, he released a new album, but a year later he suffered a stroke while performing at Denver's Mammoth Events Center, derailing a comeback tour.

In 1998 he also underwent hip replacement surgery.

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In other news, it was a rough morning at the hospital and at the end of it all, they said I'm showing VERY VERY early warning signs of diabetes. Not to say I'm in the danger zone quite yet, but I'm skating the edge of a normal blood-sugar reading. Apparently, I have a slight resistance to insulin (sp?). Worrysome, kinda, but not too much. I can still avoid it. They said if I don't take good care of myself, I'd end up with it about 20 years down the line. "So... I've got some time?" I replied. I was feeling mighty yucky, so I just went home. I wanted to go see Sam, and see if coffingirl was home. But I was just so dead tired. I went right home and passed out. Missed dinner. Got a migrain instead.

I picked up my stack of comics, which kept me entertained the whole night, since there weren't any good movies on TBS. The best I got was The Professional on amc and Little Nikki on fox.
They make SILENT HILL the comic book! You bet your hot little ass I picked those up. They were okay. The art was pretty cool. Also picked up AUTUMN #1 and Too Much Coffee Man.

And today, I stopped off at Barnes and Noble to find the Invader ZIM dvd for mum's birthday next week, but they didn't have it, so I indulged my senses and picked up Verde's Il Trovatore, my favorite opera EVER! I can't wait to listen to it.

So now you know, rick james is dead, I like comics and opera, and I'm a compulsive spender.
Cheers!

I freaked out when kateweb posted my obituary. Then I remembered, she named one of her mice after me.

It's like looking into the future:

Fawn died late last night. She was with child. It was sad. I found her on the floor this morning. I have not yet found her head but I have laid her to rest in the yard. She will be missed .

she was a cute little mouse.

Rest in peace Fawn my little moucy.