This is my own little blog devoted to Star Wars, Princess Leia, Carrie Fisher, Carrie and Paul Simon's "crazy love" (Paul's term), cats, and various other things.

My user name is a deliberate misspelling of "triskadekaphile," which is someone who likes the number 13 (aka the opposite of a triskadekaphobe, which is someone who fears it). I personally think "trikadekaphile" sounds better. So THERE.

 

On top of all this celebrity parents and Star Wars stuff, apparently I was once married to a brilliant songwriter, a rock icon of sorts. I mean, this is a man who wrote an array of beautiful songs, and even a few songs that were about me. How incredible is that? And get this — I had always been a really big fan of his music. Huge. As a teen, it was just him and Joni Mitchell. And, as I couldn’t marry Joni, I married him. I loved this man’s lyrics,. They were one of the reasons I fell in love with words.

How can you not love someone who writes “medicine is magical/ and magical is art/ think of the boy in the bubble/ and the baby with the baboon heart”? The answer for me was I couldn’t. I couldn’t not love him. I apprenticed myself to the best in him and bickered with the worst. And to top it off, we were the same size. I used to say to him, “Don’t stand next to me at the party — people will think we’re salt and pepper shakers.”
— Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking

On top of all this celebrity parents and Star Wars stuff, apparently I was once married to a brilliant songwriter, a rock icon of sorts. I mean, this is a man who wrote an array of beautiful songs, and even a few songs that were about me. How incredible is that? And get this — I had always been a really big fan of his music. Huge. As a teen, it was just him and Joni Mitchell. And, as I couldn’t marry Joni, I married him. I loved this man’s lyrics,. They were one of the reasons I fell in love with words.

How can you not love someone who writes “medicine is magical/ and magical is art/ think of the boy in the bubble/ and the baby with the baboon heart”? The answer for me was I couldn’t. I couldn’t not love him. I apprenticed myself to the best in him and bickered with the worst. And to top it off, we were the same size. I used to say to him, “Don’t stand next to me at the party — people will think we’re salt and pepper shakers.”

— Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking

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