While, technically, this qualifies as a blog post, I really don't think it is.
I went to Central Casting this morning to do the twice-monthly visit-with-the-casting-directors thing, in the hopes that my work in the background of the film industry would pick <the fuck> up. I learned of Alan Rickman's passing while waiting in line. I think the thing that distracted me was that the person directly behind me in line had No. Fucking. Clue. who Alan Rickman was. GEEZ! You work in this industry, you should watch a fucking movie!
So my morning passed, and then my day passed, and I did some boring shit, like shop for groceries and filters for the kitties' water fountain, and attempt to get a better hands-on education regarding my new crochet hobby (more on that later).
... and then I got home. I ate, and I pulled all of the stitches out of my new scarf (no, it was only 1/6th what it will end up being) and restarted that, and then I. Turned. On. My. Computer. EVERYWHERE I looked, there were Alan Rickman posts! and Tweets! and Links! ... and in between the deluge of tears, I got to watch funny short videos, and recover, and crochet, and then I'd see another thing that would make my eyeballs hurt. I mean, seriously, right now, my eyeballs and eyelids HURT.