Lived Long, and Prospered
You will be missed, Mr. Nimoy.
"Only a Sith deals in absolutes" - Obi-Wan Kenobi
Disagree?
You will be missed, Mr. Nimoy.
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I'm not sure how to say this.
I was watching Iron Man 2, tossing back far too many martinis, and checked Huffingtonpost.com to find that Whitney Houston had died.
We have a eulogy tag because we like to make little posts when people die. In the past they seem to have been merely the obligatory recognitions of the passing of yet another celebrity life. I mean, it was sad when George Carlin died, when Kurt Vonnegut died, because of the lasting impact they had on our developmental selves and their eternal influence upon our lives.
But the thought I have, that continues to reverberate in my reptilian brain, is that we've lost the woman who sang this:
That seems significant.
I'm not sure how you feel about music, how you consider its influence upon your life. But, take a moment to listen to that song...and at least try to appreciate the talent we've lost this day.
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And then after you've had that emotional appreciation of the loss, listen to this wonderful young asian of excellent repute:
We're all replaceable....by androgynous asians.
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At least he isn't ronery anymore.
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Steve Jobs, Apple's Co-Founder, is dead at 56. The world has lost an icon, a visionary, a giant. A man whose foresight, technological know-how, and creativity gave us...
A one button mouse.
Because in a world full of mice with two buttons, Steve Jobs had the wisdom to ask, "Wait, what if we offered consumers a less intuitive, less useful, less convenient interface?"
And his vision became the mantra for an entire brand of computers, aimed at idiosyncratic dipshits who were too fucking retarded to make basic modifications to their registry.
Tis a shame that he died before introducing the no-button mouse.
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The mark of a great man is his ability to articulate a philosophy of life, a mantra for existence, and live as a manifestation of that core belief.
Jesus Christ died at the hands of those he sought to save, after commanding us to each "love thy neighbor as thyself".
Mohandas Gandhi fell to an assassin's bullet at a prayer meeting, having lived a life in which he sought to "be the change you wish to see in the world".
And 'Macho Man' Randy Savage had a heart attack while driving his Jeep Wrangler, most likely caused by a strict adherence to the imperative: "Snap Into A Slim Jim"!
While this latter loss may sting the sharpest, we can find comfort in a hope that these men are now together in the great beyond that awaits us all. And if there is any justice to existence, any rhyme or reason to our being here, then these men may now enjoy the Platonic Form of that tangy meat-flavored snack product into whose snapping we were commanded by the most macho of men.
Oh, Yeah
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Johnny Storm, the human torch, is dead.
His death occurred in Fantastic Four issue 587, wherein he sacrifices himself to prevent Annihilus from invading Earth through the Negative Zone portal in the Baxter Building. Though Ben Grimm was ready to stay behind, Storm sacrificed himself to save Grimm's life. Storm then died the death of a true hero, to an onslaught of billions of alien insects.
I suggest a moment of silence in honor of Johnny Storm. During this moment I invite you to reflect upon this simple truth: That through all these years Johnny Storm has been the lone character who kept the Fantastic Four from becoming one overtly retarded cock-storm of faggotry. This despite the fact that his catch-phrase was to scream:
Flame on, Johnny Storm.
Flame on.
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Since August 30, 2006, Keith Olbermann presented 63 Special Comments within each of which he articulated a point seemingly unutterable by any voice but his own. Last Friday was the final Countdown, the final opportunity for Keith Olbermann to say what no other media personality would or could. Having lost Keith Olbermann, we have lost a critical voice in our media, our conversation, our democracy. And so, this week’s [chat] is a reposting of that first Special Comment, that first moment when Keith spoke truth to power.
That, about which Mr. Rumsfeld is confused is simply this: This is a Democracy. Still. Sometimes just barely.
And, as such, all voices count -- not just his.
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Leslie Nielsen: February 11, 1926 - November 28, 2010
Shirley, this is a sad day.
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He was funny.
Now he's dead.
Drugs will do that to you.
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I shall never fight in the armed forces with a Negro by my side ... Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.— Robert C. Byrd, in a letter to Sen. Theodore Bilbo (D-MS), 1944.
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Nightcrawler died.
Nightcrawler: Second Coming
In Chapter Five of the X-Men: Second Coming storyline, Rogue and Nightcrawler fight an enhanced version of Bastion. When Bastion tries to kill Hope, Nightcrawler attempts to teleport in front of her, but Bastion detects Nightcrawler's mutant power activating and extends his arm where Nightcrawler appears. Nightcrawler appears with Bastion's arm through him, and is mortally wounded. With Nightcrawler's last breath, he teleports the girl to Utopia, the mutant haven, and tells her that he "believes in her". His actions leave Bastion crippled. Bastion reboots its system shortly after, with a three fingered appearance.
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Peter Graves Dies
Now we will never get Airplane 3.
But we can always remember Peter Graves, as he remembered us:
Captain Oveur: You ever been in a cockpit before?
Joey: No sir, I've never been up in a plane before.
Captain Oveur: You ever seen a grown man naked?
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J.D. Salinger Dies at 91.
The Onion says it the best:
Bunch Of Phonies Mourn J.D. Salinger:
CORNISH, NH—In this big dramatic production that didn't do anyone any good (and was pretty embarrassing, really, if you think about it), thousands upon thousands of phonies across the country mourned the death of author J.D. Salinger, who was 91 years old for crying out loud. "He had a real impact on the literary world and on millions of readers," said hot-shot English professor David Clarke, who is just like the rest of them, and even works at one of those crumby schools that rich people send their kids to so they don't have to look at them for four years. "There will never be another voice like his." Which is exactly the lousy kind of goddamn thing that people say, because really it could mean lots of things, or nothing at all even, and it's just a perfect example of why you should never tell anybody anything.
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