Welcome to "ToaS" the Monday edition.
I had to cover nine hours of a shift last night, from 7:30 PM Sunday to 4:30 AM Monday, thus the delayed "ToaS" posting. Plus I had to think about what I wanted to post.
This past week four people, famous in different ways, died.
Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and Billy Mays.
Ed McMahon was famous for being the second banana and the straight man to Johnny Carson of the Tonight Show fame. His voice was immediately recognizable. While he made a lot of money, he also made some bad financial decisions and ended up relatively broke.
Farrah Fawcett of "Charlie's Angels" fame. Yes, I had the ubiquitous and famous red swimsuit poster that I admit I caused God to kill several kittens over; God killed more kittens over the stash of Playboy, Penthouse and Gallery magazines that I hid from my father, who undoubtedly found the stash when he cleaned out my room after he sold the house.
Both the deaths of McMahon and Fawcett were not unexpected. Both had been in failing health for several years and it was just a matter of time.
Michael Jackson. I, for one, am sick and tired of hear "Michael Jackson this" and "Michael Jackson that" and "his legacy." Yes, he was a talented artist. Yes, he made a metric buttload of money. Yes, he was very, very troubled. He liked young boys. Even though he married twice and had children, he was probably a very closeted homosexual. Allegations of abuse have run rampant concerning him and his family for years. Enough already. Let the self-proclaimed "King of Pop" take his glove and shuffle off stage left.
Billy Mays of the Oxyclean and pitchman fame. He was enthusiastic, I will give him that. And he seemed like the type of person that anyone could approach - it came across that he could care less about his fame, that he was an everyman who happened to make it moderately big.
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"Jon and Kate plus 8" are now to become "Jon or Kate plus 8." I hope to Ghod that their fifteen minutes of fame are all used up by now and they can go back to obscurity. I know, that will sadly never happen. I find it sad that over 10 million people watched the show where they announced their divorce - 10 million people who are stupider than Jon and Kate.
Who cares! These people are idiots. What the hell did they expect to happen to their marriage? Get the divorce, go your merry ways, knowing that you bilked out millions from the viewing public.
And Ghod help any man who wants to date Kate if the show is still televised.
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Fireworks season has struck. The idiot children across the street are setting off fireworks day and night. Part of me hopes that they blow their fool fingers off, but they probably aren't that stupid. These are the same kids who stick their parent's bills in our mailbox - I have found letters from lawyers in Dallas and bills from collection agencies in our mailbox addressed to the people living in that house. If it continues to happen, I'll open up one of the letters and get the contact information and call the business(es), telling them what is going on and to take the losers to court.
However, I need to look up how to take photographs of fireworks. Going to try to do that this year, weather and mosquitos permitting.
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