I was walking and there you were, then you were gone

Rabbit, rabbit! I ate a mango at one in the morning last night. I was helping rushthatspeaks make a cheesecake for gaudior's birthday. It was great.

Happy birthday, gaudior! Best cousin.

Karlheinz Böhm has died. I did not know about his charity work; I've never seen any of his Fassbinder. I know I saw him in The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm (1962), because it was one of the infinite Disney films shown by the Arlington Boys & Girls Club, but my chief takeaway from that film was Buddy Hackett and Laurence Harvey. What I remember him for is Peeping Tom (1960), which I love so dearly and still don't own on DVD. Even now, by contemporary standards of serial killers, he's such a strange monster; he isn't a monster, but we have no other words for someone who kills as a form of art. He's making a documentary. I think about the film now: that is his design.

I discovered the cherry icees on Bandcamp a few days ago. They appear to be fuzzy trans catgirl pop from North Carolina. I am all for this. "Take My Collar Off (I'm Yours)" is extraordinarily catchy.

Jay Lake has died. His memory for a blessing.

I have a doctor's appointment to get to before a party.