Mark Hamill has done three FB posts today about her death.
Pretty telling how much he's torn up because of this.
Both Mark and Carrie lost considerable weight to resume these roles. Do we have reason to worry for Mark, or does this has more to do with Carrie's history of substance abuse?
Both Mark and Carrie lost considerable weight to resume these roles. Do we have reason to worry for Mark, or does this has more to do with Carrie's history of substance abuse?
This can't be quoted enough. That's great.Just to lighten the mood up
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for context: fisher has stated before that this is the obituary she wants, regardless of the actual reason
Shouldn't someone with the name crackhead_bob know about the effects of drug abuse?
Come on dude.Both Mark and Carrie lost considerable weight to resume these roles. Do we have reason to worry for Mark, or does this has more to do with Carrie's history of substance abuse?
Both Mark and Carrie lost considerable weight to resume these roles. Do we have reason to worry for Mark, or does this has more to do with Carrie's history of substance abuse?
It's an homage to my favorite wack packer of all time, but that's neither here nor there. I think 60 years is too young for anyone to die. Someone floated the idea that her losing alot of weight in such a short time may have played some role in her health complications.
Also, how many children did Debbie Reynolds have?
Both Mark and Carrie lost considerable weight to resume these roles. Do we have reason to worry for Mark, or does this has more to do with Carrie's history of substance abuse?
Both Mark and Carrie lost considerable weight to resume these roles. Do we have reason to worry for Mark, or does this has more to do with Carrie's history of substance abuse?
Nah. It'll be a celebration. And if it's not, every single Star Wars fan there will be doing her a disservice. Her, and themselves.
Celebration needs to be the biggest, goofiest, most irreverent wake for Princess Leia there will ever be. And people need to laugh til their tear-stained cheeks hurt.
Yes, Carrie knew she would have to sacrifice her health to deliver 3 or 4 lines in two movies that aren't centered around her character. You could see how physically demanding it was to stand there and have short conversations.
Are you serious? The directors of these films wouldn't care what kind of shape they were in. They're fucking Luke and Leia.
Yes, Carrie knew she would have to sacrifice her health to deliver 3 or 4 lines in two movies that aren't centered around her character. You could see how physically demanding it was to stand there and have short conversations.
Are you serious? The directors of these films wouldn't care what kind of shape they were in. They're fucking Luke and Leia.
"They dont want to hire all of me only about three-quarters!" she said.
"They might as well say get younger, because that's how easy it is," added the 59-year-old Fisher
Um no that's pretty well documented (no I don't have links). She did lose a significant amount of weight 4 years ago for the role.
I really doubt that played into her death but your post implies they didn't ask her to lose any weight which isn't true.
Unfortunately, that isn't true. She had to lose 35 pounds and she had to lose it quickly. And that poster is right to wonder.
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertai...ing-35-pounds-force-awakens-article-1.2451740
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/carrie-fisher-pressured-to-drop-35-pounds-for-the-force-awakens/
It's a thing I've been thinking about off and on this afternoon, this "Baby Bust" as people are calling it, and how it really started to kick us all in the chest this year. The sheer number of people born, the rise of our media machine into something altogether different, the way that machine put so many people into our living rooms, the way we latched onto these movie stars, these musicians, these athletes, the way they became the background noise of our childhoods, the fabric of the security blankets we'd tuck up under our chins when life started kicking our ass and we needed to go lay down for a minute to recuperate.
Now they're all leaving, and it's not just the reminder of mortality, because I think most of us know that all things end, eventually, and it's more about what you do with that time, and how you spend it, and who you spend it with. On some level we know it's more about the how of our life than the what.
But David Bowie goes, and Prince goes, and Carrie Fisher goes, and Gene Wilder goes, and Muhammad Ali goes, all these stars winking out one after another, and you can't help but think about your star, and the ones in your orbit.
They're all gonna go. Your mom, your dad, Your sisters & brothers. All of em are gonna go, and it's coming faster than anyone wants, and it's going to hurt goddammit, it's gonna hurt so fucking bad, if these people we've never met are going to affect us this much what's it gonna be like when the people we really know wink out of our sky, right?
They're all gonna go, and despite all our own bullshit, all our stupid baggage, the struggles and the frustrations we all have trying just to maintain in the face of our problems, we owe it to them to take the best parts of them, and incorporate them into ourselves as best we can, and take that into the future, for everyone's sake. We owe it to them. We owe it to us.
That's one hell of a responsibility, ain't it? That shit isn't easy. And this year just won't stop reminding us of all this impermanent beauty and genius. And it's never going to let up as we keep moving forward, either. Who wants to waste all that inspiration? Who wouldn't want to be that inspiration for someone else if they could?
This is what life is, I guess. The absorption and transformation of love, into loss, and back again into more love.
The work is rewarding as hell, but it's never going to get easier. You just hope that when it's your turn for that transformation, you leave behind as much as these people left you.
That's what I've been thinking about this afternoon.
Unfortunately, that isn't true. She had to lose 35 pounds and she had to lose it quickly. And that poster is right to wonder.
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertai...ing-35-pounds-force-awakens-article-1.2451740
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/carrie-fisher-pressured-to-drop-35-pounds-for-the-force-awakens/
That was amazing, and it's making me wake up a little and want to step up!
It's a thing I've been thinking about off and on this afternoon, this "Baby Bust" as people are calling it, and how it really started to kick us all in the chest this year. The sheer number of people born, the rise of our media machine into something altogether different, the way that machine put so many people into our living rooms, the way we latched onto these movie stars, these musicians, these athletes, the way they became the background noise of our childhoods, the fabric of the security blankets we'd tuck up under our chins when life started kicking our ass and we needed to go lay down for a minute to recuperate.
Now they're all leaving, and it's not just the reminder of mortality, because I think most of us know that all things end, eventually, and it's more about what you do with that time, and how you spend it, and who you spend it with. On some level we know it's more about the how of our life than the what.
But David Bowie goes, and Prince goes, and Carrie Fisher goes, and Gene Wilder goes, and Muhammad Ali goes, all these stars winking out one after another, and you can't help but think about your star, and the ones in your orbit.
They're all gonna go. Your mom, your dad, Your sisters & brothers. All of em are gonna go, and it's coming faster than anyone wants, and it's going to hurt goddammit, it's gonna hurt so fucking bad, if these people we've never met are going to affect us this much what's it gonna be like when the people we really know wink out of our sky, right?
They're all gonna go, and despite all our own bullshit, all our stupid baggage, the struggles and the frustrations we all have trying just to maintain in the face of our problems, we owe it to them to take the best parts of them, and incorporate them into ourselves as best we can, and take that into the future, for everyone's sake. We owe it to them. We owe it to us.
That's one hell of a responsibility, ain't it? That shit isn't easy. And this year just won't stop reminding us of all this impermanent beauty and genius. And it's never going to let up as we keep moving forward, either. Who wants to waste all that inspiration? Who wouldn't want to be that inspiration for someone else if they could?
This is what life is, I guess. The absorption and transformation of love, into loss, and back again into more love.
The work is rewarding as hell, but it's never going to get easier. You just hope that when it's your turn for that transformation, you leave behind as much as these people left you.
That's what I've been thinking about this afternoon.
It's a thing I've been thinking about off and on this afternoon, this "Baby Bust" as people are calling it, and how it really started to kick us all in the chest this year. The sheer number of people born, the rise of our media machine into something altogether different, the way that machine put so many people into our living rooms, the way we latched onto these movie stars, these musicians, these athletes, the way they became the background noise of our childhoods, the fabric of the security blankets we'd tuck up under our chins when life started kicking our ass and we needed to go lay down for a minute to recuperate.
Now they're all leaving, and it's not just the reminder of mortality, because I think most of us know that all things end, eventually, and it's more about what you do with that time, and how you spend it, and who you spend it with. On some level we know it's more about the how of our life than the what.
But David Bowie goes, and Prince goes, and Carrie Fisher goes, and Gene Wilder goes, and Muhammad Ali goes, all these stars winking out one after another, and you can't help but think about your star, and the ones in your orbit.
They're all gonna go. Your mom, your dad, Your sisters & brothers. All of em are gonna go, and it's coming faster than anyone wants, and it's going to hurt goddammit, it's gonna hurt so fucking bad, if these people we've never met are going to affect us this much what's it gonna be like when the people we really know wink out of our sky, right?
They're all gonna go, and despite all our own bullshit, all our stupid baggage, the struggles and the frustrations we all have trying just to maintain in the face of our problems, we owe it to them to take the best parts of them, and incorporate them into ourselves as best we can, and take that into the future, for everyone's sake. We owe it to them. We owe it to us.
That's one hell of a responsibility, ain't it? That shit isn't easy. And this year just won't stop reminding us of all this impermanent beauty and genius. And it's never going to let up as we keep moving forward, either. Who wants to waste all that inspiration? Who wouldn't want to be that inspiration for someone else if they could?
This is what life is, I guess. The absorption and transformation of love, into loss, and back again into more love.
The work is rewarding as hell, but it's never going to get easier. You just hope that when it's your turn for that transformation, you leave behind as much as these people left you.
That's what I've been thinking about this afternoon.
I think 60 years is too young for anyone to die. Someone floated the idea that her losing alot of weight in such a short time may have played some role in her health complications.
She was a long time smoker, which is among the worst things you can do for your heart.Unfortunately, that isn't true. She had to lose 35 pounds and she had to lose it quickly. And that poster is right to wonder.
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertai...ing-35-pounds-force-awakens-article-1.2451740
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/carrie-fisher-pressured-to-drop-35-pounds-for-the-force-awakens/
It's a thing I've been thinking about off and on this afternoon, this "Baby Bust" as people are calling it, and how it really started to kick us all in the chest this year. The sheer number of people born, the rise of our media machine into something altogether different, the way that machine put so many people into our living rooms, the way we latched onto these movie stars, these musicians, these athletes, the way they became the background noise of our childhoods, the fabric of the security blankets we'd tuck up under our chins when life started kicking our ass and we needed to go lay down for a minute to recuperate.
Now they're all leaving, and it's not just the reminder of mortality, because I think most of us know that all things end, eventually, and it's more about what you do with that time, and how you spend it, and who you spend it with. On some level we know it's more about the how of our life than the what.
But David Bowie goes, and Prince goes, and Carrie Fisher goes, and Gene Wilder goes, and Muhammad Ali goes, all these stars winking out one after another, and you can't help but think about your star, and the ones in your orbit.
They're all gonna go. Your mom, your dad, Your sisters & brothers. All of em are gonna go, and it's coming faster than anyone wants, and it's going to hurt goddammit, it's gonna hurt so fucking bad, if these people we've never met are going to affect us this much what's it gonna be like when the people we really know wink out of our sky, right?
They're all gonna go, and despite all our own bullshit, all our stupid baggage, the struggles and the frustrations we all have trying just to maintain in the face of our problems, we owe it to them to take the best parts of them, and incorporate them into ourselves as best we can, and take that into the future, for everyone's sake. We owe it to them. We owe it to us.
That's one hell of a responsibility, ain't it? That shit isn't easy. And this year just won't stop reminding us of all this impermanent beauty and genius. And it's never going to let up as we keep moving forward, either. Who wants to waste all that inspiration? Who wouldn't want to be that inspiration for someone else if they could?
This is what life is, I guess. The absorption and transformation of love, into loss, and back again into more love.
The work is rewarding as hell, but it's never going to get easier. You just hope that when it's your turn for that transformation, you leave behind as much as these people left you.
That's what I've been thinking about this afternoon.
Dave Filoni drew a tribute: https://mobile.twitter.com/dave_filoni/status/813893888876261376/photo/1