George Carlin died on Sunday. I’ve been a big fan for a long time and his last HBO special is one of my favorite comedy acts ever. He spoke like a dirty pirate and always made sense even when I didnt fully agree with him.
In fact, I have to admit that his “Seven dirty words,” are some of my most used… -no joke.
“Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, Tits.” — George Carlin
In class my writing skills are really reflecting the years of blogging. I tend to try to get to the point without much attention directed towards “proper” grammar, it’s killing me grade wise. I’ve also been writing on actual paper with an actual pen or pencil… Oh My F#!%ing God is it hard for me to fully articulate anything on paper the old way. I’m seriously ticked off.
Tim Russert died last week, the media covered him for longer than they covered John F. Kennedy… I found that a bit odd. Great journalist and person, or not… that’s a bit much. I think it was more about those covering the man and his story than the man himself -at least in some cases.
Meanwhile, my sister and I have been hunting for something most people wouldn’t even imagine, a certain type of Wishbone salad dressing. In particular, their Western sauce/dressing. The damn product is listed on their site yet it is not at any store and we’ve hit up essentially all of them around… WTF!
And finally…
Why does he look like Conan O’Brien? Is it the hair? The head movement? The Irish-ness of it all?
Oh, by the way… I also want to punch Phil Donahue. (Don’t ask)