...I try not to wish death upon anyone.
But I was about to link to an interview w/ the nutball Dick Morris when my Blackberry went off. I checked and the New York Times email alert said George Carlin died at his home in Los Angeles.
Fuck.
I petition God for a swap.
(Also, belatedly: Tim Russert R.I.P.)
More:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/24/arts/24carlin.html?hp
http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/06/dick_morris_is_still_mad_at_th.html#hp
2 comments:
Heh! You have a crackberry.
For some reason, this amuses me.
Steve
Yeah, a few weeks ago I lost the cell phone I'd had for four years, so I upgraded. A lot of writers use them b/c you can file shorter pieces directly from your Blackberry.
Somewhere in your mind's dark recesses, you're probably remembering a dinner we had at Longshoreman's Daughter about six or seven years ago, where I teased you about your handheld and said I didn't think I'd get anything similar.
(So far, I really like it, though I see the pitfalls, too.)
Post a Comment