fak-o-nym of the deceased

[fflo]

Knowing nothing about Sandra Dee's personal life, and wondering what catelin meant about her dying of a broken heart, I just went to read some obits. Her given name? Alexandra Zuck.

Seems a bloody shame she didn't just go by that. Agreed?

The heartbreak apparently involved childhood sexual abuse, a stage mother (is "stage" the expression for a parent who pushes a child into show biz? i'm suddenly drawing a blank), alcohol problems, depression, anorexia, and a veritable nervous breakdown after her mother died.


In other news, I am free from the all-day faint but persistent high-pitched screeching I thought at first was outside, then thought was my monitor, then realized was coming from my desk lamp. The lightbulb's death rattle. Or last throes, more accurately. The absence of that brain-piercing pitch is such a relief I want to dance. (Not as much as radicalteacher probably does, but she's dancier than the average bear, I'd wager.)


And now Sandra Dee has me thinking on things old ex- D and new ex- H have/had in common. Any guesses why? (No, it's not prompted by Dee/Zuck's "mother issues.")

What one's past loves have in common . . . interesting topic . . .

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[radicalteacher.livejournal.com]

When I was in high school, I worked at a Brookstones in a mall -- it's a nifty gadget store for the upper and upper-middle classes, in case you haven't had the joy of experiencing it.

They sell these machines that emit an high frequency noise ostentably to scare away bugs from your garden. Unfortunately, people would come in, turn them on, and say Gee I Can't Hear It. They'd leave it on and depart.

Everyone working in the store would get so cranky and bitchy until the damn things were turned off.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

That sounds worse than working where there's a customer-use sample of some fight-song-playing figurine or bottle opener, or toy monkey that claps cymbals or something.

Well, maybe the toy monkey would be worse.

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhh, I hate anything high pitched like that. They drive me out of my mind. some people have those devices to keep mosquitos away and I want to crawl out of my skin. Same with those supposed deer protectors that keep deer out of your path. I can hear those coming like 500 yards away or more. I can't stand that stuff.


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