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Tweek

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Francis Matthews; the voice of the immortal Captain Scarlet has died 
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It is and isn't, sometimes I'll post based on something people share on Facebook or other message boards, but there's also room for discussion on how they affected ones life.
If you ever posted more than a sentence or two about it, perhaps that would be a cromulent argument. But your posts in this thread are all just "RIP [[name]], [[occupation]]". Josh has the right of it entirely. If you're going to post here, you should at least take the time to provide context - a brief run-down of the person's impact on the world, their career, and why exactly this particular tragic loss is moving to you personally. Anything less is just using the name of a deceased celebrity to artificially inflate your postcount on PEEL, which seems pretty fucking disrespectful to me. I know that if I was a celebrity's ghost, I wouldn't feel honoured, respected, or celebrated at all if that was what my career and life amounted to - "+1" on some nerd's tally of wasted opportunities to do something more productive than filling up cyberspace with inane trivia. Right now, the way that you and other people are posting in this thread is spam. It's pointless, it doesn't add value to a discussion, and doesn't even spark more than one or two comments, even in the case of somebody marginally important. There's no way that a post like this one... RIP Bob Hoskins
...is anything more than mindless postwhoring. If you see it shared on Facebook and can't be arsed to say anything more than "RIP", then maybe that shit belongs on Facebook. For the sake of not being a shallow, hollow, mockery of a caring and compassionate individual, either say something meaningful or shut the fuck up about something that has absolutely not affected you in any way that can be measured on any scale of any importance. From the content of your post there, you may as well not have known who Bob Hoskins was (he played Smee in Hook for those who might not know who he was), never mind that he died. Your quality of life has therefore not been diminished by that person's light going out, you should leave the mourning to his family and friends, and you should resist the urge to take advantage of their tragedy to increase your PEEL postcount. This is one of the best examples from the previous thread as to how to report the death of somebody you didn't really know about. Throw some links around. Do a little googling to grab a little information. Looking back through that thread, I'm certainly as guilty as anybody else of not being respectful, and was even the first to report one celebrity death myself (in the most insensitive and uncaring way I could, naturally). But I think that Josh has a very good point, and that we should all either treat people's passing with a little respect and pay attention to the impact that they've had on us, or we should STFU about it and get on with marching closer to our own inevitable dates with the reaper. tldr:
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Well, to justify my post on the previous page:
I took several planetary/space science courses with the OU as part of my Physics diploma, so although I never met Colin Pillinger I was aware of his influence in the department. I hoped that Beagle 2 would be successful, both for the prestige it would bring to the university and to demonstrate that it was possible to perform planetary exploration on a budget. Unfortunately it was a heroic failure, but at least he had the dynamism to get the project off the ground (and back on it at the destination, albeit a smidge too fast).
I'm slightly eccentric and dabble in electronics, but I've never attempted to send any of my creations to Mars. That's why Colin Pillinger deserved recognition and my respect.
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This is a few days late, but apparently Daniel Keyes has died. He was the author of my favorite book*, Flowers for Algernon; about 40 years later he wrote a super-short memoir about the genesis of his novel, which is equally close to my heart. Dude was 86 years old, so he led a full life, but it's still kind of a bummer.
*And when I say "favorite," I don't necessarily mean it is the most well-crafted or "literary" or whatever thing I've ever read; rather, it is the most emotionally-resonant, haunting, idiosyncratically affecting thing I have personally encountered as a long-time fan of books 'n' literature 'n' thangs. To give you an idea of the disturbing degree to which I love this particular work: I've read the novel (and the original short story) about six times, and seen both film adaptations, and own the soundtrack to the obscure and short-lived musical based upon the book, and even devoted an entire college paper to a synthesis of Flowers for Algernon and Frankenstein. My personal investment in this particular writer and this particular book ought not be disputed. Just sayin'--this ain't no "+1" tomfoolery on my part; this writer and his work meant something to me.
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Patsy Byrne AKA 'Nursie from Blackadder' has died  She was pretty funny in that... shocking to think it was first aired more than a quarter of a century ago!
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Yet such posts are still more interesting than posts whining about them  Sometimes reading about somebody you've not heard of teaches you something interesting you didn't know... of course if the post doesn't say anything about the person one is unlikely to go off and look up who they were so a link or brief comment is useful.
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* Donaghy And she was absolutely incredible in that role. She will be sorely missed indeed. 
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I once spent an entire might with a friend, listening to one of this guy's albums. Wonderfully soulful blues and rock guitarist. * Tachy has a sad...
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Wow, what a colossal bummer this is. Robin Williams, whether he was Silly Robin Williams or Serious Robin Williams or anything in-between, was definitely one of my favorite actors. I've always admired--and, in some ways, related to and wished to emulate--the way he sought to translate his depression, which was an ugly and scary (and ultimately deadly) thing, into something beautiful: kindness, laughter, art. What a wonderful man, and actor--and what a tragic way for his story to have ended. Also, that picture above is from What Dreams May Come, right? Boy, that would be depressing to watch about now.
Yeah. For those who don't know, it's a film where Robin Williams plays a man who dies and dicks about in his own, personal heaven that takes the form of an oil painting he used to own that depicted what he and his wife wanted in life. Some other stuff happens too and it's a pretty crappy film overall, but it's nice to see Williams in a depiction of a happy afterlife, right now, even if I am an atheist.
I've seen that movie in DVD bargain bins at various stores, and I've always been interested in seeing it. Its apparent crappiness wouldn't even deter me all that much; I have willingly watched the admittedly hideous Bicentennial Man on multiple occasions, largely because I think Williams is a compelling enough actor to sell that shit.
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