Tag: r.i.p

thexfiles:

thank you carrie fisher for owning your life despite mental illness and despite addiction and despite 40 years of shaming and bullshit thank you for making it okay to talk about mental illness in a way that isn’t always fun and thank you for making it okay to be mentally ill and unashamed of it thank you for owning mental illness thank you for 60 years of telling the world to go fuck themselves if they didn’t like you thank you so much thank you thank you thank you 

the-future-now:

Vera Rubin, the woman who discovered the first evidence of dark matter, has died at 88

  • Vera Rubin, the astrophysicist responsible for confirming the first existence of dark matter, died on Sunday night at the age of 88.
  • Carnegie Institution president Matthew Scott called Rubin “a national treasure as an accomplished astronomer and a wonderful role model for young scientist.”
  • Rubin and her colleagues observed galaxies in the 1970s, they learned the motion of stars is a result of a “material that does not emit light and extends beyond the optical galaxy” — also known as dark matter.
  • Swiss astrophysicist Fritz Zwicky proposed the idea of dark matter in 1933, but Rubin’s groundbreaking work subsequently led to the confirmation of the material.
  • This finding is what led to the discovery that 90% of the universe is made up of dark matter, a finding some colleagues felt was overlooked and deserving of a Nobel Prize. Read more

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sashayed:

sashayed:

i did an important art project today

Design is available here! Just print out on 8.5×11″ paper, cut along the gray lines, paint the back of the paper with craft glue (i used Mod Podge) and wrap it around a plain glass pillar candle. Voila: your very own secular and/or idolatrous Space Mom candle! Please remember that Carrie Fisher’s dad was Jewish every time you look at it, cause, you know. He was.

@amhrancomhrac

@deadcatwithaflamethrower @poplitealqueen

Well, that’s way better than what’s usually on that type of candle. I vote for a lot.

I need a color printer stat.

My time with Carrie Fisher, a hurricane of energy, charisma and foul language

laporcupina:

About a year ago I approached Carrie Fisher to write a column for the Guardian.
With other A-listers, it’s all too common to be rebuffed by several
layers of management, publicists and protective naysayers. But somehow –
all too easily – I found myself with an invitation to her house in
Beverly Hills.

And what a house it is. Huge neon arrows and signs hang from trees in
the driveway. It wasn’t Christmas, but a fully lit tree was the
centrepiece of her living room (it was there year-round). A giant moose
head with a fez hung above the fireplace; snow globes depicting macabre
murder scenes decorated the shelves and, outside in the garden, next to a
life-size Leia stepping out of a British telephone box, was the back
end of a lion attached to the wall, its raised tail revealing giant cat
balls.

Carrie was delayed, having spent the morning looking after her mum, Debbie Reynolds,
whose house is on the same grounds: a big “Debbie” made of light-bulbs
pointed the way to her property in their shared driveway. Reynolds had
suffered two strokes; she and her daughter saw each other nearly every
day. When Carrie finally appeared, she told me that Debbie, on hearing
they had a visitor, had assumed I was there to speak to her, as
Hollywood royalty, and declared: “I can’t see anyone.” Her daughter had
kept up the fiction.

I had been expecting maybe an hour of her time, but somehow we ended
up spending the entire day together: I was pressed to drink bottles of
wine she had picked for their rude or amusing names (she didn’t drink –
saying she couldn’t trust her addictive personality). We shopped, ate
homemade banana pudding out of the dish and plotted how we were going to
get her a boyfriend (her desire for companionship and sex were to
become a running theme).

We began chatting in her bedroom, the walls and ceilings decorated by
projections of fluttering butterflies. Gary – her French bulldog, whose
tongue steadfastly refuses to stay in his mouth – lay snoring next to a
Gary-themed gift director JJ Abrams had presented to Carrie at the wrap
party for Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

… read the whole thing. Really.

My time with Carrie Fisher, a hurricane of energy, charisma and foul language

nestofstraightlines:

micdotcom:

In Wishful Drinking, Fisher wittily joked about how she would like her obituary to read: “I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go,” Fisher wrote, “I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.” Read more

She was great on QI too if anyone’s working through the Fisher archive.

I had no idea she was a script doctor, what a polymath.

fycarriefisher:

Debbie Reynolds, Carrie Fisher & Billie Lourd: 1999 // 2015

“I keep my wick lit for my daughter, for my mother, brother – for my entire family – and for each friend I’ve made with both hands, one heart, two moods, and a head crammed with memory.” – Carrie Fisher