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The Celebrocalypse Has Begun!

Jackuul — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 17:52:38 +0000

Ed McMahon went first. Then Farrah Fawcett.

Then came the big one – Michael Jackson.

But them just today – Billy Mays!

That is not three, that is four. This means it could be the Celebrocalypse, a sign of the coming End of Daze. Or it means one of these three was not actually supposed to be in the trifecta (My bet is Jackson).

Your thoughts?

Carlin is dead? WHA?

Jackuul — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 17:44:25 +0000

Last night I wanted to write something, but I was at a loss for words. Today I am no better, but I will try to say something. Just… wow. Carlin. Of all the people that the Angle of Death (from now on to be known as Dick Chaney or Asshole of Death) could have taken… he fucking took George Carlin? I want to blame the doctors too though, I know its sick and morbid and after the fact… but what the hell were they doing while he was in there dying of heart failure? They had time to act, VADs (Ventricle Assist Device) could have been used and kept him alive, not just kept, but let him live. They take over 40% of the heart’s function and can be used as a temporary fix, or for years, depending on the heart’s problems, without a need to replace the heart. I know hindsight is 20/20, but this shit has been used since 94.

I just can no longer see a world where someone will speak his mind like Carlin did. Everyone else is too afraid to, everyone else is too cowed and cowardly to say shit for fear of some bullshit government censorship or visits from black suits. Or, having their website shut down for bullshit.

George, George fucking Carlin. Dead at 71. Fuck Hope.

Those two words, Fuck Hope. I remember that political routine, and it shaped a large portion of my view of politics and politicians which was further reinforced by taking political science and language logic classes in college. Fuck Hope indeed. I know Paul won’t get elected this time around, and I know we have a choice between Obama and McCain.

Fuck Hope.

King George, The Conductor, The Man, The last Comic with real Balls, Protector of Free Speech.

Dead.

Goodbye friend. I will miss you.

Jackuul — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 05:09:49 +0000

From the age of 12 Science Fiction fascinated me. At 11 I picked up my first books, you know the sort – Asimov, Tolkein (more in the realm of fiction, but none the less a start) and finally by twelve I picked up an older musty book. It had been in the library, with the last checkout date in 1987, a full decade before I had picked it up. It turned out to be Arthur C. Clarke’s 2001 A Space Odyssey – and from that point on I began reading everything I could. I started further in 1999 two years later by re-reading it and understanding it more, then I read 2010, and 2061. Having thought the series ended there, I was pleasantly surprised to find 3001. Nearing the end of 3001 I realized there would be no more to read in the series after this – I then went back to the library and got another book about the creation of the Odyssey series, along with other short stories.

I then gobbled up the original Rama, and later Richter 10 (mostly by the late Mike McQuay – Clarke had created the 3 page synopsis for it and also followed along with the work I gather), followed by more of the Rama series until its end (last three written mostly by Lee I take it). Then I began just trying to find anything. Trigger was an amazing book, and I was able to read it in three days, followed by thoroughly checking out every single book I could at that small library until I had read them all. By 2000 there was not a book left in the library, although I know there are more books than the small selection there, that I had not read. In the end I was left with wanting to read more, and occasionally getting the chance to do so.

For me, it’s different than reading an Asimov book or a Herbert book. They both passed away before I was at a competent level of knowing who they were – but later on I read their books, and I learned about them. As for Clarke I felt as if I knew him, because of all the reading and the time spent in the imagination I had fostered. My own interpretations of what everything looked like, how the characters sounded, and the chain of events. The loss of Clarke saddens me a great deal.

It as if I lost a friend, and yet never met him in person. Although I would have liked to discuss his idea of a space elevator with him.

Goodbye Arthur, and may you travel throughout the universe.