I am having a shitty day, and, frankly, I am surprised at the intensity of my sadness.

From the NYTimes:

Leonard Nimoy, the sonorous, gaunt-faced actor who won a worshipful global following as Mr. Spock, the resolutely logical human-alien first officer of the Starship Enterprise in the television and movie juggernaut “Star Trek,” died on Friday morning at his home in the Bel Air section of Los Angeles. He was 83.

His wife, Susan Bay Nimoy, confirmed his death, saying the cause was end-stage chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

Icons, especially ones who were already established when I was born, tend to feel permanent – but, obviously, they’re not. I imagine this is how my dad felt when John Wayne, or Jimmy Stewart, died. I’m feeling a little deflated, but there’s one thing that we’ll always have to add a little brightness to this sad news, and this loss to so many different fandoms.

Rest in peace, live long and prosper.