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[issaferret]

Hm. Didn't post about this when I was going to...

So Mr. Rogers died this week. It's a tribute to my distracted, master-of-denial nature that it took three days for it to actually hit me. Saturday Mark and I were driving (okay, Mark was driving) along LOVR and I started humming 'It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood' idly for all of about a note, then stopped and hurt quietly for a moment, teared up.

Tribute to modern culture and my childhood. Can't cry in front of other people if it's important. 'Tis why I love movies that make me cry. It's at least some outlet.

He will be missed. Noone can replace him; certainly noone in the generation which worships Barney and Pokémon.

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Atleast it's not just me.

[rustycoon.livejournal.com]

The number of odd looks I've had out of Kurt et al for tearin up at movies cannot be easily counted. :P

Re: Atleast it's not just me.

[triss.livejournal.com]

Note that people like that make it hard for me to tear up at movies because my response is generally to get angry at them for having that attitude.

Counterproductive.

[stride.livejournal.com]

Did the same thing on Saturday, love. It was beautiful out in the country. Started humming the theme. Then I started feeling teary-eyed. What an impact that man had on so many lives...