Archive for the ‘Death’ Category
George Carlin died yesterday, and even though I am an internet asshole, I felt sad.
Not because I knew him personally, but because I was a fan. And because the world will sorely miss his wit and whimsy.
Carlin had everything a comedian could want.
A keen ear for language, a metronomic sense of timing, a loathing of mediocrity and two-faced apathy that typifies much of modern culture. George Carlin was a gleeful anarchist, a sardonic and merry prankster who forced the world to look at the ridiculous pose it too often affected. Carlin moved the boundaries of American Comedy beyond Lenny Bruce.
He made pot jokes in the guise of a hippie weatherman.
He questioned censorship in those 7 famous words you can’t say on television.
He taught me to question the God of my Father. And made me laugh, in spite of the pain.
Rest In Peace, George. We’ll keep laughing, but it won’t be the same without you.
Caught this here and decided it was, indeed, awesome.
Who knew that a toy service station and a grip of tiny ponies could bring so much joy to so many people?
Consider this my gift to Humanity this Holiday Season. There is no return receipt.
In closing, I have to sit and wonder if the furries will flip out over this binary plush destruction like they flipped out over this post back in the day.
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And while this next item is neither ironic nor jaded, it most definitely qualifies as “geek.”
The Phoenix Requiem is a great comic by Sarah Ellerton found over at The Seraph-Inn. I immediately fell for the rich colors and detailed art. The supernatural Victorian setting pulled at the geeky innards of my mind, as well.
As the page explains: The Phoenix Requiem is the story of one man trying to forget the ghosts – both literal and figurative – of his past, against a backdrop of a Victorian-era world where signs that magic, long lost to the people, may be returning.
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I ran into this great post over at Alternative Reel today.
From The Page:
Ambrose Bierce disappeared in Mexico while reporting on Pancho Villa’s rebellion. May have been murdered by bandits.
The list is great, but fails to mention Ernest Hemingway’s final act of cowardice, and Sylvia Plath’s quasi-successful attempt at head casserole.
Your cocktail party conversations just got way mo’ better.