Doohan died at 5:30 a.m. at his Redmond, Wash., home with his wife of 28 years, Wende, at his side, Los Angeles agent and longtime friend Steve Stevens said. The cause of death was pneumonia and Alzheimer’s disease, he said.
Doohan inspired the phrase “Beam me up, Scotty,” although Capt. Kirk never issued that order until the fourth movie. He told his family he wanted his ashes blasted into space, Stevens said. Houston-based Space Services Inc., which specializes in space memorials, said it would send Doohan’s remains, along with 125 others, aboard a rocket later this year.
~SFGate.com
I shed a wee tear this afternoon when I heard this news. I grew up watching Star Trek and Scotty was my absolute favorite character. The news that his remains will be blasted into space just seems like such a beautiful tribute.
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The VelociGod sayeth:
I’ve been broke.
But I’ve never been poor.
And I cry, “AMEN!”. There is a huge difference between the two. Poverty isn’t about money…it’s about attitude. I’ve chosen life as a single parent and, of course, that means that the flow of money waxes and wanes. Most of the time, I make enough money to keep us quite comfortable and to keep the wolves from the door. But there have been times where it’s been hard, no doubt about it. Robbing Peter to pay Paul is no fun and I’ve done that dance more times than I can count.
But on the other side of the coin, I’ve never looked at not having a fancy car or my own home as a sacrifice. I don’t lose sight of the riches that I have in my life that money can’t buy. My boys are at the top of that list, obviously. They don’t always understand the flow of money, but they do understand the difference between ‘needs’ and ‘wants’. Sometimes they pout and try to pull a guilt trip on me, but they definitely know the meaning of ‘no’. There are two things that I will never deny them, and those are books and fruit. I’ve rolled coins to buy a book before and if they want a piece of fruit 5 minutes before dinner because they just can’t wait, then so be it.
I’ll never be a rich woman…but I’ll never be poor either.
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Well, it’s been a week since the cat moved in. At this point, I’m not even sure she IS a cat. I could just be in the midst of a ‘honeymoon’ period with Shadow, where she’s too scared to do anything wrong, but I honestly thought she’d have pissed me off by now.
It’s never been my opinion that cats are trainable in the same way that dogs are. Sure, you can teach them to use the catbox most of the time…but that’s about all you should expect. Cats are independent and have their OWN ideas about what they’re going to do and not do. Not this one.
On her first day home from the vet, she cruised around the house getting acquainted with the sights, sounds and smells. This naturally led her to the bird cages. I caught her looking at the birds, made a “PSSSSST!!” sound and she took off like I had lit her tail on fire. The strange thing is is that she hasn’t done it since. I caught her on the table, made the same noise and she hasn’t gotten back on the table since. The entertainment center? Same deal. The bathtub. The kids’ beds. My office chairs. Anyplace I don’t want her to be.
The only real adjustment I’ve had to make is to make sure that she’s locked up when the snake is out of her cage…but that’s more for HER safety than for the snake’s safety. The snake smells her now and is constantly on the prowl.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to work. I’m supposed to make that “PSSSSST” noise and she’s supposed to look at me like I have 3 heads and proceed to totally ignore me. But she doesn’t. She’s supposed to go back and do the same things over and over. But she doesn’t. It’s just not right.
She loves the boys, but she worships me. When I walk into whatever room she’s in, she is on her feet, purring and trying to entice me to play. If I ignore her, she comes over and does that weaving thing in between my legs. The only thing the bitch has done to anger me is made me spill my coffee while walking from the kitchen to the computer because of the weaving thing. She uses the catbox faithfully. She’s doesn’t bother the little betta fish that I have on my desk. She hasn’t even looked at my plants wrong.
This is not the natural order of things. The apocalypse is coming.
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