From the huge-story-of-the-week-that-completely-slipped-under-the-radar file, did anyone see last week that former "Press Your Luck" host Peter Tamarkan was killed in a small plane crash last week. It happens. However, Tamarkan and his wife - who was also killed - were on their way to pick up a cancer patient and fly him to a special clinic as part of a charity deal.
Can you fucking believe that? Not only does that suck for Tamarkan and his dame, imagine how the cancer dude feels? Talk about being jinxed. I guess all three of them got the ultimate whammy.
A few other thoughts:
If you don't own a house, don't start now. I just wrote a check for 2Gs for a new sidewalk. A sidwalk. It's not something me and family can enjoy on a hot summer afternoon or I can show off to friends and family.
I had to get it done because my old sidewalk was cracked and at parts, uneven. Basically it was a risk in case some kid wiped out on his scooter and his money-grubbing parents decided to cash in. Don't laugh. A few years ago in my neighborhood, some kid got hit in the mouth with a Wiffle ball bat (that's right a Wiffle ball bat), in the backyard of a friend. Now get this, it wasn't even the yard of the kid who swung the bat, so the parents of the kid who got hit with the bat sued the homeowner's insurance company of the people who's yard it happened in and that of the people who's kid did the swinging. I assume they won since the dude hardly works yet owns a brand-new SUV and just installed a huge above-ground pool in his yard. What a great country we live in.
Speaking of our great county, nothing makes me more irate than when the AP moves a Top 5 list of the top songs, TV shows and DVD rentals in this fine land. First, the TV. Every week, American Idol is No. 1 and No. 2. HOw can this be? Are Americans that dumb that they have to watch some English dude rip wannabe stars two nights a week. Doesn't anyone read anymore?
Then, there the song lists. I don't recognize any of the songs and/or artists and it's not because I'm old, it's because I don't listen to Hot97. Honestly, I know 80's pop music - for the most part - is pure shit, but damn, it's better than this crap being put out these days. I mean, I'll take Karma Chameleon any day of the week over this crap.
As for movies/DVDs. It's scary how many kids movies and DVDs rule the roost. It's pretty much because parents would rather have Spongebob and Barbie babysit their kids (I'd love to have Barbie babysit my kids, by the way, HEY NOW) instead of watching them themselves. By the way, as I type this, my kid is on Hour 3 of Dora the Explorer.
Anyway, a few rants after giving a big check to dude for putting concrete all over my front yard.
Happy Spring to all.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
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The crazy nephews are spending the weekend at my house and they have already called to make sure they can have a "Superfriends" marathon. Which is fine by me.
I did hear about Tomarken. That sucks. I would imagine that when you die flying humanitarian missions you don't have to wait in line at the pearly gates.
Could you imagine how much we coulda gotten out of Gannett had Wayne Tillman missed a JPendleton fastball and struck someone in the nuts?
There's a whammy for you.
Todd: Good call on Till. His stench alone should've won us some cash in court.
There's video footage from the Tomarken crash.
Watching it, I wonder why he didn't slow down at all. He pretty much plowed straight into the water at a high speed.
Not to say how you'd react in the face of an actual emergency, but I have to think from watching the tape there could have been a better outcome to this.
And as someone who would fake illnesses in grade school so I could stay home and watch Press Your Luck, it's very sad.
And speaking of stench...
I have a co-worker who sucks his thumb profusely as a 40-year-old man. ... The other night, I had to dig around his desk for a phone number. Then I got a whiff of something that nearly made me pass out.
It smelled as if a homeless person had smelled and pissed for one thousand nights upon his chair.
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