The Pokemon Company International Creative Design Director Eric Medalle died on Sunday during a windstorm in Seattle while taking his youngest daughter for a drive. Their car was crushed by a tree. His daughter, who’s 2, has sustained only minor injuries, thank god. He also has another daughter, aged 6.
Medalle was credited with several games in the Pokemon series according to Bulbapedia:
– Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire: English & European Graphic Design
– Pokemon X and Y: English & European Graphic Design
– Pokemon Black and White Versions 2: English Version Artwork
– Pokemon Conquest: Graphic Design
– Pokemon Black and White Versions: English Version Artwork
– Pokemon Ranger: Guardian Signs: English-Version Graphic Design
– Pokemon HeartGold and SoulSilver Versions: English-Version Artwork
– Pokemon Ranger: Shadows of Almia: English Version Artwork
A friend of his wife’s (they work at the same school) has created a YouCaring page to raise funds for the family.
RIP Eric Medalle.
Alan Rickman has died at the age of 69 from cancer.
I wanted to write a little something to remember him by for myself, as well as include some bits of his talent just in case anyone’s forgotten about how amazing this man was because I am just incredibly sad and I don’t really know what else to do.
As a child of the Harry Potter era, reading and watching it fervently, going through as many ups and downs as the characters and the actors that I could know about, the most important of Alan Rickman’s roles to me was Professor Snape. He made Snape accessible, funny, steely but gentle, and his motivations complex and understandable to the point where even JK Rowling changed her perception of the character after watching Rickman’s interpretation. Fanfic after fanfic about the softer side of Snape, and the possible misunderstood an maligned nature of the Slytherin house in general, came out full force after his portrayal because of his portrayal.
We all fell in love. I know I did.
He is missed by that cast and Rowling herself.
Good night Mr. Rickman. You will be sorely missed.
I’m trying not to cry in the middle of my law class and my brain immediately shouts:
“But I haven’t finished all of your books!”
“I haven’t met you yet!”
“You were working on books despite your Alzheimer’s, you were, I heard! Were they finished? Did you finish your legacy?”
and “Please don’t go.”
Sir Terry Pratchett, you were one of my favorite authors, one of the smartest authors I’ve ever read, and one with such heart besides. Death is glad to walk with you now, while the rest of us mourn.
icing sugar on fragile crumb and soft snow on the ground and the scatter of dandelion seeds and buttercup petals do not touch where
there is dust on a shriveled rose
in the frowning houses, none of the cold, quiet places
no one goes;
where dust sits like cinder on a comfortable chair
no glint of a spark
in the air and
dust moves like a cloud
swallowing the sun
as the windows gape open