Rest in Peace Adam West

Adam West has passed away at the age of 88.

From the BBC:

West died peacefully in Los Angeles after a brief battle with leukaemia, a family spokesperson said.

His tongue-in-cheek portrayal of Batman and the superhero’s alter ego Bruce Wayne won a cult following.

He later struggled to find big acting roles, but won a new generation of fans in more recent times after joining the cast of Family Guy.

First appearing in season two in 2002, he voiced Quahog’s eccentric Mayor Adam West, described by series creator Seth McFarlane as an “alternate universe”, satirised version of the actor.

“Our dad always saw himself as The Bright Knight, and aspired to make a positive impact on his fans’ lives. He was and always will be our hero,” the actor’s family said in a statement, reported in Variety.

The Hollywood Reporter:

Adam West, the ardent actor who managed to keep his tongue in cheek while wearing the iconic cowl of the Caped Crusader on the classic 1960s series Batman, has died. He was 88.

West, who was at the pinnacle of pop culture after Batman debuted in January 1966, only to see his career fall victim to typecasting after the ABC show flamed out, died Friday night in Los Angeles after a short battle with leukemia, a family spokesperson said.

West died peacefully surrounded by his family and is survived by his wife Marcelle, six children, five grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

West had recently returned to his best known role in a DC animated movie rejoining costars Burt Ward and Julie Newmar in voicing their characters.

A sequel was planned.

Ready to move out!

As Memorial Day 2017 Comes to an End


As Memorial Day 2017 draws to a close it is appropriate to take one more moment and remember the real reason for the day: remembering those that fell, that did not make it home. And given the military suicide problem those that have made it home only to struggle and fall behind even though making it back to seeming safety.

Here is the the Old Guard of the US Army’s 3rd Infantry Regiment rendering final honors, playing taps, and conducting a 21 Gun Salute.

Terry, Greg, Mike, Nicole, and Paula – rest well.


Rest in Peace, greennotGreen

Steeplejack flagged an earlier comment from beloved commenter greennotGreen’s valiant sister:

May 18, 2017 at 1:37 p.m.

I like the title of this open thread [“Open Thread: Bon Voyage!”] for my message. My wonderful, generous, loving sister, greennotGreen, has moved on to the next stage in her journey. I watched and held her hand as she drew her last breath. I had talked to her all morning (about politics, of course). I will sure miss our “daily briefings.”

A few years ago, when I shared the news here that I had lost my mom, greennotGreen left this comment for me:

I’m sorry she departed so young, but what a wonderful legacy she left you! The stories you’ll tell with tears and laughter and eventually only laughter. So she does live on, and I hope you’ll let her live on here on these virtual pages with us, your virtual neighbors. Our thoughts are with you and your family…

greennotGreen also left us too soon, but during the time she was our virtual neighbor, we were fortunate to witness her kindness, compassion, fierceness and humor. Her personality shone brightly, a light behind the pixels, and we’ll miss her.

Our thoughts are with greennotGreen’s sister and niece, who took care of our friend with such love and compassion and were kind enough to keep us informed along the way, and also with greennotGreen’s mom. May greennotGreen’s wonderful legacy comfort her family now.

UPDATE: greennotGreen’s favorite charities were the American Cancer Society, the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation and the Avielle Foundation, if you’d like to make a donation in her honor.

Saturday Evening Open Thread

My favorite twit-pic of the day:

Courtesy of @Yogi47951368, via @bluegal.

Sad news: Chuck Berry has died at age 90. That’s a damn good run. Rock on, Chuck.

Open thread.

RIP, Walter

Some sad news from Debit:

Today I made the appointment to have Walter put to sleep. He’s been increasingly unsteady and slower to get up and move around. My vet upped the dosage on his current pain meds, but it was clear that Walter’s pain was not significantly eased. But he was still happy, still wagging his tail, still getting around okay.

Yesterday when I came home from work, Walter ate his dinner, but with no enthusiasm. When he walked it was slow and halting. I added another half dose to his meds and hoped it was just a muscle twinge, but this morning he had less of a walk and more of a hobble. He ate his breakfast, but slowly and had to sit down midway through it. When he finished, he walked up to me with his tail tucked between his legs and his head down. And so I decided it was time.

The vet will be here around 1:00. Until then, I’m giving him love and treats if he wants them. When it’s time, he’ll go to sleep with his head on my lap and being told he’s a good dog.

I know you’re on vacation and honestly debated about whether or not to send you this. I hope you won’t let this ruin your time with your lady friend. Obviously I’m sad (currently ugly crying as I type) but I knew this was coming and am honestly relieved that Walter will have an end to his pain.

He’s been such a joy to have in my life. Thank you for rescuing him and then trusting me with his care. I wish I could have given him more time.

Here is my absolute favorite picture of Walter:

That toofy smile kills me. He was a good boy, hit a rough patch for a couple months, but had a great ending. A lucky dog, and I think we were all lucky for having met him. Thanks Debit for giving him such a great ending.

Some Cat

RIP, Mishka-Roo:

My deepest condolences to longtime readers Ronnie-Roo and Grumpy for the loss of their loved one. I hate this.

RIP, Mary Tyler Moore

Dead at 80.

I actually met Mary Tyler Moore a couple times a lifetime ago when I worked in a restaurant in Millbrook, NY (circa 1988) called Allyn’s Restaurant. All I really remember of her was that she had these enormous glasses that made her eyes look like half dollar coins (she was farsighted) and that she got really upset if her vegetable orders were prepared any way other than steaming. The chef and owner was a guy named Allan Katz (and his wife Denise). I learned a lot about life from him. I was just a young kid working as a busboy/barback/dishwasher, but he treated me well and I always looked forward to sitting around the patio at night listening to all the cooks and the bartender Marty (he was a character and really knew how to make a drink) and Allan and Denise talk after I sneaked around back and got stoned with some of the cooks.

You should be good to kids who are 16-18 and recognize that while they are still kids in many regards they are also young adults, and they pick up a lot on how you are supposed to treat people and how you are supposed to look at life. I was like a sponge. I was lucky I was around a lot of good people. Here’s a bio on Allan from the CIA (the good one). He seems to be running a not for profit dog treat company called Good Reasons that hires the disabled. That’s not even remotely surprising.