I’m not really posting as much as I want to. As usual, I end up disappointing myself. In the last week, the only news seems to be sad, anyway. Alan Rickman. Glenn Frey of the Eagles. Brian Bedford, who I only knew as the voice of Disney’s Robin Hood. They have all passed away this past week. Honestly, the loss of David Bowie has upset me the most. This past Sunday morning I had a meeting at work, and as I was warming up my car in the 1 degree weather to leave before returning in the afternoon, I was really upset because Starman was on the radio, but it was ending. But even just the ending was quite lovely to listen to. Then they played Rebel Rebel, and I was still just chilling in my car and this point, shaking it a bit because I couldn’t help but dance, even if it wasn’t to the fullest potential because I was still sitting in my car. Then at least two more Bowie classics played while I was still driving…I can’t remember for sure, but I think it was 97.1fm the Drive pulling on my heartstrings. The music of David Bowie brings me so much joy, and I like to think I’m honoring his memory by dancing when he comes on.

Earlier this week I was going through a drawer in my room (everyday I’m off I attempt to go through things and dispose of what’s unnecessary; I’m a bit of a pack-rat), and I found my little patch collection I had started when I was like…12? 13? I had plans to put them on a jean jacket…that never happened.  Alas, I still have the jacket, since I think I only purchased that in high school, and you can see here that I still have the patches…most of them, anyway. I have a Spinal Tap patch somewhere I can’t find.

And yes, I know I’m missing Peter Criss, but that’s not my fault; my brother gave me the Kiss ones as part of a large collection of his he passed down to me and either couldn’t find Peter to even purchase, or lost it…but it’s cool, I have other cool Kiss things from him to make up for that.

But just admire my David Bowie patch for a minute. It still has a sticker on the back that says “WILD ROOTS $4.99”. Wild Roots is a little store in the town I’ve lived in my entire life, they sell tie dye shirts, band shirts, posters, incense, hemp jewelry – it’s a delightful hippie store so naturally I love it. And yes, that Rolling Stones one is light pink…because why the hell not?! Isn’t it pretty?!

Again, I need to either actually do my jean jacket plan, or find something else to put these on; they are all way too cool to just sit in a drawer. Or maybe I’ll make something I’ll find on Pinterest, like a collage of patches in a frame…and I didn’t even think of that until just now! I’m a genius!

But guys. Alan Rickman. Such an amazing actor. I like how much he creeped me out in Sweeney Todd and how gentle his heart is in Sense and Sensibility, but as a child he got me the most as Snape. Okay, here’s some background- when I was a child and the Harry Potter phenomenon was invading everywhere, I decided to like Slytherin because little Rita had a crush on Tom Felton, otherwise known as Draco Malfoy. Also, I personally think he has the best name, but that’s besides the point. As a Slytherin fan, of course I loved Snape. When my best friend Hallie and I would play with our Harry Potter action figures, I pretended that one of the Hermione toys we had was a character I had conjured up myself; Star Snape, the daughter of Severus Snape. I imagined a backstory for her, explaining her mother’s whereabouts (she was probably dead in my story) and whatnot, but I don’t remember the details of it. And of course, Star was in love with Malfoy and they were going steady so I could imagine myself with Malfoy. Naturally, Daddy Snape approved the crap out of this courtship. And yes, I realize this is all incredibly silly, but I was a child!

This month must be stopping being so crappy.