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Bring out your dead, 2009

TransMonk
Jan 02 2009 03:25 PM

Strange trilogy of celebrity offspring deaths:

Mia Farrow's adopted daughter

Dr. Dre's son

John Travolta and Kelly Preston's son

dgwphotography
Jan 02 2009 03:43 PM

Bernie Hamilton - Captain Dobey on Starsky and Hutch

dgwphotography
Jan 02 2009 03:47 PM

Paul Reiser - He's not dead, he's happy!

TheOldMole
Jan 02 2009 04:02 PM

Should be here...

themetfairy
Jan 02 2009 04:08 PM

[quote="Iubitul"]Paul Reiser - He's not dead, he's happy!



Shit - thanks for the scare....

Valadius
Jan 02 2009 06:53 PM

Probably the first big death of the year - Former Sen. Claiborne Pell, 90. He died shortly after midnight on January 1.

cooby
Jan 02 2009 07:48 PM

Donald Westlake?

sharpie
Jan 02 2009 07:59 PM

Donald Westlake, yes. Wrote 100(!) novels. Read a few, he's very funny. Wrote the screenplay to "The Grifters." I've spent more time thinking about him than Claiborne Pell.

Also, Helen Suzman, anti-apartheid leader in South Africa.

cooby
Jan 02 2009 08:36 PM

Oh I know who he is; I just didn't realize that he had died :(

OlerudOwned
Jan 03 2009 12:14 PM

Pinky, my pet rabbit of 7+ years. The furry little bastards have a lot of personality for rodents.

Rockin' Doc
Jan 03 2009 12:19 PM

Sorry for your loss, OO.

themetfairy
Jan 03 2009 02:18 PM

[quote="OlerudOwned":2s72akt7]Pinky, my pet rabbit of 7+ years. The furry little bastards have a lot of personality for rodents.[/quote:2s72akt7]

My condolences OO :(

dgwphotography
Jan 03 2009 02:23 PM

[quote="themetfairy"][quote="Iubitul"]Paul Reiser - He's not dead, he's happy!

Shit - thanks for the scare....

Then my work here is done ;-)

Edgy DC
Jan 03 2009 02:28 PM

What's scary about "He's not dead, he's happy!"?

Oddly enough, an episode of "Mad About You" was plotted around "Paul Buchman being mistakenly reported as dead to his credit card company and utility companies.

dgwphotography
Jan 03 2009 02:38 PM

[quote="Edgy DC":shwhqqkq]Oddly enough, an episode of "Mad About You" was plotted around "Paul Buchman being mistakenly reported as dead to his credit card company and utility companies.[/quote:shwhqqkq]

I can't believe I forgot about that episode until you mentioned it. I loved that show.

themetfairy
Jan 03 2009 03:16 PM

[quote="Edgy DC":1mmrxh3u]What's scary about "He's not dead, he's happy!"? [/quote:1mmrxh3u]

A friend of mine, who has been through an awful lot this past year and whom Iubitul knows, knows Reiser from way back. The last thing she needs right now is another loss.

dgwphotography
Jan 03 2009 04:25 PM

[quote="themetfairy":655lanlz][quote="Edgy DC":655lanlz]What's scary about "He's not dead, he's happy!"? [/quote:655lanlz] A friend of mine, who has been through an awful lot this past year and whom Iubitul knows, knows Reiser from way back. The last thing she needs right now is another loss.[/quote:655lanlz]

I didn't know she knew him...

MFS62
Jan 03 2009 04:39 PM

Sorry to hear that, OO.

Later

themetfairy
Jan 03 2009 09:12 PM

[quote="Iubitul":bzpx10e3][quote="themetfairy":bzpx10e3][quote="Edgy DC":bzpx10e3]What's scary about "He's not dead, he's happy!"? [/quote:bzpx10e3] A friend of mine, who has been through an awful lot this past year and whom Iubitul knows, knows Reiser from way back. The last thing she needs right now is another loss.[/quote:bzpx10e3] I didn't know she knew him...[/quote:bzpx10e3]

I could have sworn we discussed this in the past. But no matter - if we didn't, then it was just a bad coincidence.

seawolf17
Jan 04 2009 09:18 PM

The saddest story in the history of stories.

Valadius
Jan 05 2009 01:47 AM

Pat Hingle, 84, played Commissioner Gordon in the Tim Burton/Joel Schumacher series of Batman movies from 1989-1997.

themetfairy
Jan 05 2009 04:58 AM

[quote="seawolf17"]The saddest story in the history of stories.



That's a local story here - in the township where my kids attend school. Very sad.

Valadius
Jan 05 2009 07:55 PM

Carl Pohlad, 93, Minnesota Twins owner.

TransMonk
Jan 06 2009 01:23 PM

Ron Asheton, Stooges guitarist found dead

G-Fafif
Jan 06 2009 02:40 PM

I saw Pat Hingle strangle the role of Ben Franklin in the 1997 revival of "1776". No offense to the deceased, but that will always be Howard Da Silva's territory to me.

Benjamin Grimm
Jan 06 2009 02:50 PM

I keep thinking that Pat Hingle is this guy.

themetfairy
Jan 06 2009 02:53 PM

[quote="Benjamin Grimm"]I keep thinking that Pat Hingle is this guy.



I thought at first it was this guy.

Edgy DC
Jan 06 2009 09:24 PM

Nah, man. Pat Hingle was boss, and it was a good indicator that you were clicking past a quality production if you saw Pat Hingle appear (even though I thought the Batman movies were pretty stinkum.)

He generally played functional drunks, just keeping their problem at bay, with a touch of geniality under the drunkeness.

Occasionally, he'd serve up a cup of ugly menace under the geniality. He kicked Angelica Houston's ass in The Grifters, and nobody kicks Angelica Houston's ass.

Fman99
Jan 07 2009 07:32 PM

[quote="themetfairy"][quote="Benjamin Grimm"]I keep thinking that Pat Hingle is this guy.

I thought at first it was this guy.

Holy hell. Did they really make 200 episodes of "One Day at a Time?"

Edgy DC
Jan 07 2009 08:43 PM

This thread needs an 09 title.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jan 12 2009 10:53 AM

William Zantzinger, villain in Dylan song, dies 1 day ago CHARLOTTE HALL, Md. (AP) — William Zantzinger, a wealthy Maryland landowner whose fatal beating of a black barmaid was recounted in a Bob Dylan protest song of the 1960s, was buried Friday. He was 69. Zantzinger died Jan. 3. His family did not provide further details of his death, the Brinsfield-Echols Funeral Home said. The tobacco farmer served six months and was fined $500 for manslaughter in 1963 for striking the 51-year-old barmaid with his cane for taking too long to serve him a drink. Hattie Carroll later died of a stroke. In the "Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll," Dylan criticized different standards of justice meted out to whites and blacks. Zantzinger was allowed to delay the start the sentence two weeks so he could harvest his tobacco crop and served the time in the Washington County jail, working in its kitchen. "There is something wrong with this city when a white man can beat a colored woman to death and no one raises a hand to stop him," the Rev. Thomas C. Jackson said in his sermon at Gillis Memorial Church the Sunday after Carroll's death. News accounts at the time said Zantzinger had been seen drinking with his wife at a dinner before a ball. While dining, Zantzinger told jurors he began hitting waitresses with the cane. "I'd been smacking — tapping — waitresses on the tail, and they didn't say anything. I was just playing," Zantzinger told the jury in Hagerstown, where the case was tried. "I had no other purpose than to have a good time," Zantzinger testified. "The last thing I intended was to harm or injure anyone. I never even thought about it." Zantzinger, who later became a foreclosure auctioneer, didn't answer questions about Dylan's song for years. In 2001, he spoke with Dylan biographer Howard Sounes about the singer, saying he "should have sued him and put him in jail. (The song is) a total lie." Larry Jenkins, a publicist for Dylan, said the songwriter was not available for comment.

Edgy DC
Jan 12 2009 11:03 AM

sharpie
Jan 12 2009 11:37 AM

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll is, I think, Dylan's best protest song, better than Masters of War, Only a Pawn in Their Game, Hurricane, Union Sundown, Oxford Town, etc.

He picked a good villian. Many years after the events of that song Zantzinger was convicted of charging rents for shacks (no running water, no electricity, etc) that he didn't even own, even going to court to get back "rent." Good riddance.

soupcan
Jan 13 2009 06:20 PM

Actor Don Galloway age 71

Galloway played Officer Ed Brown in the show "Ironside," starring Raymond Burr. He also starred in the 1983 movie "The Big Chill." Clockwise from upper left: Don Mitchell, Don Galloway, Barbara Anderson, Ray- mond Burr

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jan 13 2009 06:36 PM

[quote="sharpie":3g8y0z4g]The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll is, I think, Dylan's best protest song, better than Masters of War, Only a Pawn in Their Game, Hurricane, Union Sundown, Oxford Town, etc. He picked a good villian. Many years after the events of that song Zantzinger was convicted of charging rents for shacks (no running water, no electricity, etc) that he didn't even own, even going to court to get back "rent." Good riddance.[/quote:3g8y0z4g]

You might be right about that.

cooby
Jan 13 2009 07:19 PM

isn't there a Dave Galloway too?

I wonder what that girl thought about her hairdo.

TransMonk
Jan 14 2009 02:55 PM

Da Plane! Khaaaaaan! RIP.

Ricardo Montalban dies at 88

DocTee
Jan 14 2009 03:33 PM

I wonder if his casket will be lined with rich Corinthian leather?

Valadius
Jan 14 2009 03:42 PM

Montalban had the most vibrant voice in TV and film. I'm gonna miss him.

bmfc1
Jan 14 2009 05:39 PM

He was great in The Naked Gun.

dgwphotography
Jan 14 2009 06:32 PM

"Ah, Kirk, my old friend. Do you know the Klingon proverb that tells us revenge is a dish best served cold?"

Kong76
Jan 14 2009 06:46 PM

I had a used late 70's Cordoba in the 80's. It had a police engine in it
and an alternator that could run a tiny village.

I don't know why it had 'em, but the 450 something engine had some balls.

And it had fine rich Corinthian Leather seats.

MFS62
Jan 14 2009 07:06 PM

#6
http://blog.wired.com/underwire/2009/01 ... k-mcg.html

I also didn't realize when I saw Braveheart that he played Longshanks. I knew the actor looked familiar, but ...maybe the grey beard got me.

Later

soupcan
Jan 14 2009 07:21 PM

[quote="Kong76":2w5rswhu]I had a used late 70's Cordoba in the 80's. It had a police engine in it and an alternator that could run a tiny village. I don't know why it had 'em, but the 450 something engine had some balls. And it had fine rich Corinthian Leather seats.[/quote:2w5rswhu]

My mom had a '78 Cordoba wagon. I drove it to Ft. Lauderdale with 5 fraternity brothers for spring break '84. The car did not come back in one piece.

Fman99
Jan 14 2009 07:27 PM

[quote="Iubitul"]"Ah, Kirk, my old friend. Do you know the Klingon proverb that tells us revenge is a dish best served cold?"



One of my all time faves. A great role, even wearing fake pectoral muscles.

Valadius
Jan 14 2009 10:03 PM

Actually, believe it or not, that was his actual chest in that movie, according to everyone involved.

Kong76
Jan 15 2009 03:57 AM

Edgy DC
Jan 15 2009 07:03 AM

Maiden died?

Edgy DC
Jan 15 2009 07:12 AM

Oh, I get it. Boo, me. McGoohan passed away.

Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica each lose an enemy on the same day.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jan 15 2009 07:27 AM

Sad. I remember when he usta post here.

Rockin' Doc
Jan 15 2009 07:44 AM

[quote="John Cougar Lunchbucket":q2tvt8kn]Sad. I remember when he usta post here.[/quote:q2tvt8kn]

He still does. He's now known as Number 6.

Edgy DC
Jan 15 2009 08:22 AM

But he's not a number.

sharpie
Jan 16 2009 08:58 AM

Andrew Wyeth, 91. He was an acquaintance of my brother who is friends with others in the extended Wyeth clan.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/17/arts/ ... ml?_r=1&hp

metsguyinmichigan
Jan 16 2009 09:14 AM

"Christina's World" is one of my favorite paintings.

Edgy DC
Jan 16 2009 10:00 AM

A butt man.

(OE: See what arts education has taught me!)

Willets Point
Jan 16 2009 05:29 PM

[quote="sharpie":324p4pqx]Andrew Wyeth, 91. [/quote:324p4pqx]

I had one of those "he was until recently still alive!?!" moments when I read that.

TheOldMole
Jan 21 2009 04:08 PM

My friend, and one of the great tenor sax players of all time, David "Fathead" Newman.


http://www.opus40.org/tadrichards/DNewman.html

themetfairy
Jan 21 2009 07:07 PM

My condolences Mole.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jan 21 2009 07:11 PM

Great obit!

Edgy DC
Jan 22 2009 07:19 AM

Well, it's a great profile, but a lot of it's got to be re-tensed to be an obituary. It's got Newman speaking in the present and Ray Charles still alive and waiting for a re-union gig.

I mean, maybe he is, but that would be a heckuva scoop.

Sorry about your loss and I wish I had your associations. I'm making a note to check your Facebook friends list.

TheOldMole
Jan 22 2009 09:15 AM

It wasn't meant as an obit -- I've just been posting pieces I've written about music over the years.

cooby
Jan 24 2009 09:47 AM

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7849061.stm

This story caught my eye last night, and now she has died....so sad

Rockin' Doc
Jan 24 2009 12:03 PM

Kay Yow, the women's basketball coach at NC State lost her valiant fight against cancer. She was a great ambassador for the women's game and a courageous role model for all those fighting cancer.

MFS62
Jan 24 2009 01:13 PM

Womens's college basketball is big up here in Connecticut and they've been following her struggle closely. Sad to hear she's lost her fight.

Later

Rockin' Doc
Jan 24 2009 01:29 PM

MFS62 - "Womens's college basketball is big up here in Connecticut and they've been following her struggle closely. Sad to hear she's lost her fight."

Not surprising since womens basketball is so big in your area and Kay Yow's status in the women's game. Geno Auriemma, the coach of the UConn Lady Huskies is on the Board of Directors of the Kay Yow WBCA Cancer Fund. The fund is an offshoot of the V Foundation and was started in December 2007 due to Coach Yow's long time connection to former NC State men's coach, Jim Valvano prior to his passing with cancer in 1993.

sharpie
Jan 27 2009 12:10 PM

Novelist John Updike. Liked the Rabbit books quite a bit.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/books/0 ... index.html

Edgy DC
Jan 29 2009 10:32 AM

Lynyrd Skynyrd keyboardist Billy Powell, survivor of the plane crash that killed three bandmates.

http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/SHOWB ... hof.gi.jpg

I was shocked --- shocked --- when attending a New Years Eve party this past 12/31 to see the TV counting down the final minutes as an a Johnny Van Zant-fronted version of Skynyrd stumbled through Old South anthem "Sweet Home Alabama."

Frayed Knot
Feb 01 2009 08:42 AM

Ingemar Johansson - 76

Swedish boxer who first won the heavyweight championship in a bout with Floyd Patterson (1959) then lost the title in a rematch two years later.

Not a surprise to see that he had been suffering from dementia for more than 10 years.

Frayed Knot
Feb 01 2009 09:12 PM

I had missed the death of James Brady last week (80).

A long a varied resume of writing and an interesting guy to listen to when I'd catch him on various shows. Was a semi-regular on Imus for a time.

Edgy DC
Feb 02 2009 02:36 PM

A strange niche that guy had in the New York tabloid world. Sort of Jimmy Breslin meets Michale Musto. Married for fifty years, though.

Meanwhile, it's Buddy Holly's 50th anniversary.

Benjamin Grimm
Feb 02 2009 02:50 PM

That's tomorrow, right? The Buddy Holly anniversary?

Edgy DC
Feb 05 2009 10:47 AM



Lux Interior, the singer, songwriter and founding member of the pioneering New York City horror-punk band the Cramps, died Wednesday. He was 60.

Interior, whose real name was Erick Lee Purkhiser, died at Glendale Memorial Hospital of a previously-existing heart condition, according to a statement from his publicist.

With his wife, guitarist "Poison" Ivy Rorschach, Interior formed the Cramps in 1976, pairing lyrics that expressed their love of B-movie camp with ferocious rockabilly and surf-inspired instrumentation.

The band became a staple of the late '70s Manhattan punk scene emerging from clubs like Max's Kansas City and CBGB and was one of the first acts to realize the potential of punk rock as theater and spectacle.

Often dressed in macabre, gender-bending costumes onstage, Interior evoked a lanky, proto-goth Elvis Presley, and his band quickly became notorious for volatile and decadent live performances.

MFS62
Feb 05 2009 06:08 PM

John Isaacs. A member of the Harlem Rens basketball team, and a mentor and example to many players, coaches and executives.
http://www.nba.com/2009/news/features/01/31/isaacs/

When I read his bio, I didn't realize it was the Rens that won the first professional basketball tourney. In the HArlem Globetrotter movie, they indicate it was the 'Trotters who won it.

Later

DocTee
Feb 06 2009 09:09 PM

James Whitmore, longtime character actor and Miracle-Gro spokesman.


[url]
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c ... 734S51.DTL

Fman99
Feb 07 2009 03:45 AM

[quote="DocTee":2pkdyhsf]James Whitmore, longtime character actor and Miracle-Gro spokesman. http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c ... 734S51.DTL[/quote:2pkdyhsf]

Brooks was here.

metirish
Feb 12 2009 08:34 AM

Playwright Hugh Leonard dies IRISH TIMES REPORTERS Irish dramatist, journalist and self-styled curmudgeon Hugh Leonard has died. He was 82. Born in 1926, the prolific playwright had been ill for some time. Hugh Leonard was the pseudonym of John (Jack) Keyes Byrne, who was raised in Dalkey, Co Dublin. He died early this morning. He adopted the name in the 1950s while working in the Civil service fearing his employers would frown upon his writing. His plays included The Big Birthday , A Leap in the Dark, Stephen D , The Poker Session , The Patrick Pearse Motel , The Au Pair Man and Da. Da ran for nearly two years on Broadway and earned Leonard a Tony Award in 1977. It was later turned into a film starring Martin Sheen. He published two hugely popular volumes of autobiography, Home Before Night (1979) and Out After Dark (1989). He also adapted a number of classic novels for British television, including Nicholas Nickleby and Wuthering Heights , and until recently penned The Curmudgeon column for the Sunday Independent . President Mary McAleese said she learned "with great sadness" of the writer's death. She said he was "one of Ireland’s most gifted writers and thinkers, a fascinating man whom I have had the privilege of knowing personally over the last 30 years". "As a playwright, journalist and radio contributor, Hugh infused his work with a unique wit, all the while demonstrating a great intuition, perceptiveness and forgiveness of human nature. Hugh will be greatly missed by all who had the pleasure of his company and counsel throughout the years.’ Taoiseach Brian Cowen said he was sorry to learn of Leonard's passing and said he would be remembered as a "great literary figure of modern Ireland". He said Leonard was a man of "strong views and great wit". Mr Cowen said that in his plays, Leonard was "often provocative" and never afraid to challenge the orthodoxies of the day. "He was also a versatile writer with a great sense of history. He wrote a best-selling and celebrated fictional account of the life of Charles Stewart Parnell. Insurrection , the 1916 commemorative series comprised eight television dramatisations, which he wrote in 1966, on the fiftieth anniversary of the Rising, did much to shape understanding of the birth of our nation for a new generation." Minister for Arts Martin Cullen said Leonard's legacy was "immense". "As a storyteller he was creative and compelling. As an individual he was honest, engaging, with a sharp wit and an enquiring mind. His plays in particular evoked a sense of nostalgia and of the triumph of the human spirit," he said. “Hugh Leonard was an immense presence in the fine Irish literary pantheon. Ireland will truly miss its beloved ‘curmudgeon’.” Director of the Arts Council Mary Cloake said: “The council is deeply saddened at the passing of Hugh Leonard, a true giant of Irish theatre, who wrote some of the most popular and enduring plays of the 20th century. The success of Da on Broadway and around the world is testimony to Leonard’s stature as a world dramatist. "Beyond theatre, Hugh was a wonderfully talented writer in other media who enjoyed deserved popularity with Irish readers.” Head of theatre David Parnell said: "Jack was known throughout the theatre community for his warmth, humour and sharp intelligence. Like Donal McCann and Maureen Potter before him, who performed in Joe Dowling’s memorable production of Da in the 1990s, he will be missed by a great many of his theatre colleagues.” The Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival said Leonard had an "exceptional legacy" with the festival. He wrote 16 plays specifically for the festival since his premiere A Walk on the Water in 1960. He was programme director of the festival from 1978 to 1980 and honorary patron since 1999. "He will be sadly missed as an artist, a loyal supporter and friend," a statement said. Fellow playwright Bernard Farrell paid tribute to his friend and recalled his wonderful sense of humour. Farrell said Leonard had been "very low" in recent weeks and that he had passed away "very gently" at about 4.30am this morning. He is survived by his wife Cathy and daughter Danielle. His first wife Paule died in 2000.

Edgy DC
Feb 12 2009 08:48 AM

I came to DC to study Irish drama. Leonard was a giant.

TheOldMole
Feb 12 2009 12:04 PM

Blossom Dearie, a delicate pianist, composer, arranger and singer with a helium-high voice who helped pioneer vocalese in New York and Paris in the late 1940s and early 1950s, died on Saturday in Greenwich Village after a long illness. She was 82.

Dearie was a regular at 52d St. clubs and the salon apartment of arranger Gil Evans in the late 1940s. Her earliest vocalese recordings for the Spotlite label in 1948 were arranged by Gerry Mulligan and featured bop singers Dave Lambert and Buddy Stewart. Dearie's first big jukebox hit as a vocalist came in 1952, when she sang the female part on King Pleasure's recording of Moody's Mood for Love, a track that remains definitive today for its hip, carefree feel.

http://www.lala.com/#album/432627039257817820

cooby
Feb 12 2009 02:10 PM

Blossom Dearie sounds like a name she might have made up

Frayed Knot
Feb 18 2009 11:09 AM

Former NYG linebacker Brad Van Pelt
57 - heart attack

Edgy DC
Feb 18 2009 11:24 AM

Pretty much on schedule, huh?

One more reason I gave up football.

Edgy DC
Feb 18 2009 01:30 PM
Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Feb 28 2009 08:14 PM

Impressive article in the News. Interesting to see that the Crunch Bunch stayed tight. I wonder if Joe Klecko, Abdul Salaam, Marty Lyons, and Mark Gastineau regularly play golf together.

He only had one good year left after LT showed up. It was almost like he suddenly realized he was obsolete.

Giants Pro Bowl linebacker Brad Van Pelt dies of heart attack at 57 By Hank Gola and Gary Myers DAILY NEWS SPORTS WRITERS

Updated Wednesday, February 18th 2009, 12:36 PM

Giants great Brad Van Pelt is dead of an apparent heart attack at age 57.

He was found in his chair by his fiancée Tuesday at the house they recently purchased together in his hometown of Owosso, Michigan, according to former teammates Harry Carson and Brian Kelley.

Together with Lawrence Taylor, they formed the unit known as the Crunch Bunch, considered one of the top linebacking corps in Giants history, from 1981 to '83. They have remained close ever since, doing everything from golf outings to charity work together.

"I'm saddened," Carson told the Daily News. "I lost a teammate and my very good friend, He went much too soon at 57."

"Un-frigging-believable," Kelley told the Daily News. "He didn't deserve this. He was just a good person, such a great guy who would give you the shirt off his back. He wasn't material, he didn't own a lot of things. My wife nailed it when she said he had the Peter Pan Syndrome. He just never wanted to grow up."

"Deanna (his fiancée) walked into the house. He was sitting up in the chair smiling but he wasn't moving," Kelley said. "She called 911 but he'd been gone for a couple of hours. I called her this morning. She said he was smiling so obviously he went peacefully."

Kelley said he called Taylor with news Tuesday night and all L.T. could say was, "No, no, no."

Van Pelt was the Giants' first draft pick out of Michigan State in 1973 and spent the first 11 years of a 14-year NFL career with them.

Although he enjoyed just one winning season as a Giant, when the team reached the playoffs in 1981, he was voted the team's Player of the Decade for the 1970s and was a five-time Pro Bowl selection. After leaving the Giants, he played two years for the Raiders before ending his career with Cleveland in 1986.

Van Pelt, who also starred in baseball and played basketball at Michigan State, was a two-time All American safety and the 1972 winner of the Maxwell Award as the nation's best player. He was inducted into the College Hall of Fame in 2001 and nominated for the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 2005.

Van Pelt's son, Bradlee, was a backup quarterback for the Broncos and Texans and just two weeks ago, was given a tryout as a safety by the Giants. His father, Arnold, passed away from a heart attack at age 49 in 1976.

MFS62
Feb 20 2009 06:44 AM

My daughter attended a wake last night for someone named Sal Gerage. (She knows the deceased's daughter). He had been a sportswriter and editor for over 50 years .

http://www.nypost.com/seven/02172009/sp ... 155626.htm


Oh, and she said she met Phil Pepe and Pete Hamill were at the wake, too.

Later

TheOldMole
Feb 28 2009 07:46 PM



And that really is the rest of the story.

seawolf17
Feb 28 2009 08:08 PM

I loved Paul Harvey during my old radio days. We played him on WHAM right after the midday news every day; that was usually my shift on the weekends, so I loved listening to him.

Honestly, I wasn't even sure he was still alive as I haven't heard him in years, but I really enjoyed his stuff back in the day.

Frayed Knot
Mar 01 2009 05:02 AM

Good Day, Paul

I first remember hearing him decades ago during long family car rides when my father seemed to be able to find a PH broadcast no matter where we were.
Paul Jr. and other pinch-hitters had been doing most of his broadcasts over the last year or so - so I suspected something was up.

Edgy DC
Mar 01 2009 05:57 AM

I saw an obituary that said his first real station was KOMA in Oklahoma City. What kind of world was it that a station could un-ironically be called KOMA?

SteveJRogers
Mar 01 2009 08:29 AM
Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Mar 01 2009 08:30 AM

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SteveJRogers
Mar 01 2009 08:29 AM

[quote="Edgy DC"]I saw an obituary that said his first real station was KOMA in Oklahoma City. What kind of world was it that a station could un-ironically be called KOMA?



They are still around!

[url]http://www.komaradio.com/

Spinning the hits of the '60s and '70s.

MFS62
Mar 01 2009 08:51 AM

RIP Paul.
Who will now tell us the REST of the story?

Later

Frayed Knot
Mar 16 2009 08:44 PM

Actor Ron Silver - 62

Farmer Ted
Mar 17 2009 08:56 AM

Going back a few posts to KOMA...there was once a rock station out of the SF Bay area, KOME. Sensational ads...KOME-ing in your EAR, K-O-M-E. KOME-ing on your dasboard radio, K-O-M-E.

Benjamin Grimm
Mar 17 2009 09:36 AM

[quote="Frayed Knot"]Actor Ron Silver - 62



I remember him from way back when he was Brenda's boyfriend on Rhoda

Chad Ochoseis
Mar 17 2009 09:56 AM

[quote="Farmer Ted":743w6ucf]Going back a few posts to KOMA...there was once a rock station out of the SF Bay area, KOME. Sensational ads...KOME-ing in your EAR, K-O-M-E. KOME-ing on your dasboard radio, K-O-M-E.[/quote:743w6ucf]

The summer before I started college, I waited tables at a hotel in the Poconos with someone from San Francisco who used to talk about that station (his favorite ad was "Don't touch your dial - you've got KOME on it!"). For these past 27 years, I thought he was just taking the piss with me.

metirish
Mar 18 2009 06:32 PM

Natasha Richardson, Actress, Dies at 45

Sad story

Benjamin Grimm
Mar 18 2009 06:42 PM

It's incredible that after the fall, she thought it was just an ordinary stumble and she laughed it off. And hours later she was brain dead.

Reminds me of when Steve Allen died. Earlier that day, he had been in a fender-bender. But apparently it jarred his body so much that he died hours later. (Of course, Steve Allen was a lot older than Natasha Richardson was. But it's amazing to think you could be walking around after your fatal accident without having any idea of its seriousness.

DocTee
Mar 18 2009 06:52 PM

Any ski instructor who doesn't insist on his charges wearing a helmet deserves to be sued.

Fman99
Mar 18 2009 08:27 PM

[quote="metirish":1g2gdty3]Natasha Richardson, Actress, Dies at 45 Sad story[/quote:1g2gdty3]

You won't ever find me hurtling down a mountain on skis, or anything for that matter. I'll stick to golf, thanks.

Edgy DC
Mar 18 2009 08:42 PM

[quote="Benjamin Grimm":3qg9jxrh]It's incredible that after the fall, she thought it was just an ordinary stumble and she laughed it off. And hours later she was brain dead. Reminds me of when Steve Allen died. Earlier that day, he had been in a fender-bender. But apparently it jarred his body so much that he died hours later. (Of course, Steve Allen was a lot older than Natasha Richardson was. But it's amazing to think you could be walking around after your fatal accident without having any idea of its seriousness.[/quote:3qg9jxrh]

The goofy bioloigical oddity. The vital brain, which inteprets pain and gives us such good advice in looking after the rest of the body, can't feel pain itself.

Which is why, if somebody tells you after a head blow that you seem to need to get checked out, you should listen to them. They have a clue and you don't..

Chad Ochoseis
Mar 19 2009 08:25 AM

I didn't see the point of flying her from Montreal to New York, unless Lenox Hill has some sort of equipment that is unavailable anywhere else. Are there Canadian laws regarding removing someone from life support?

themetfairy
Mar 19 2009 09:12 AM

FWIW, Lenox Hill is a top notch hospital. My daughter was born there, and when my dad (who was a physician on Long Island at the time) visited, he was very impressed with their technology.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Mar 19 2009 10:45 AM

[quote="Mendoza Line":2i0uywck]I didn't see the point of flying her from Montreal to New York, unless Lenox Hill has some sort of equipment that is unavailable anywhere else. Are there Canadian laws regarding removing someone from life support?[/quote:2i0uywck]

The scuttlebutt is that the decision to move her was less a matter of treatment options-- although Lenox Hill is an EXCELLENT hospital-- and more about having her expire while surrounded by family and friends in her adopted hometown.

themetfairy
Mar 19 2009 10:52 AM

It seems rather impractical. But if the family can afford it and it apparently brought them some comfort, then who am I to judge?

cooby
Mar 19 2009 02:00 PM

Except that he fell on concrete, this is exactly how my dad died. Believe me, there was nothing they could have done for her.

Very quick, very sad; I feel bad for all her family. I truly do know how they feel.

Edgy DC
Mar 22 2009 06:46 PM

[quote="TheOldMole":1n2qs47f]Blossom Dearie, a delicate pianist, composer, arranger and singer with a helium-high voice who helped pioneer vocalese in New York and Paris in the late 1940s and early 1950s, died on Saturday in Greenwich Village after a long illness. She was 82. Dearie was a regular at 52d St. clubs and the salon apartment of arranger Gil Evans in the late 1940s. Her earliest vocalese recordings for the Spotlite label in 1948 were arranged by Gerry Mulligan and featured bop singers Dave Lambert and Buddy Stewart. Dearie's first big jukebox hit as a vocalist came in 1952, when she sang the female part on King Pleasure's recording of Moody's Mood for Love, a track that remains definitive today for its hip, carefree feel. http://www.lala.com/#album/432627039257817820[/quote:1n2qs47f]

I missed this. Did she ever play the Opus?

Many of us are familiar with Dearie's voice, if not Dearie herself, from Schoolhouse Rock.

Edgy DC
Mar 22 2009 06:54 PM

But novelty aside, she deserves a better final statement than that:

metsguyinmichigan
Mar 22 2009 07:57 PM

The adjective song is one of my favorite Schoolhouse Rock songs!

cooby
Mar 22 2009 08:36 PM

Much much prettier than I was expecting. With a name like Blossom, I was expecting this

TheOldMole
Mar 23 2009 07:14 AM

Eddie Bo, a New Orleans jazz pianist, singer and songwriter has died at the age of 79, The New Orleans Times-Picayune reported Saturday.

The newspaper said Bo had died last Wednesday of a heart attack.

"He was one of the last great New Orleans piano professors, kind of a bridge between Professor Longhair and Allen Toussaint," the paper quoted New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival producer Quint Davis as saying.

"Everyone now has to remember to check their bucket on their own, without Eddie to tell us."

Born Edwin Joseph Bocage, Bo grew up in Algiers and the 9th Ward of New Orleans, the report said.

After graduating from high school, he served in the army and then studied arranging and composing at the Grunewald School of Music, a training ground for scores of professional musicians.

He fronted various bands and wrote and released singles for the Ace, Ric, Apollo and Chess labels.

His hits included "Check Mr. Popeye" and "Hook and Sling," which reached No. 13 on Billboard's R&B chart in 1969, said The Times-Picayune.

Other artists fared well with his songs, the paper added. Little Richard adapted Bo's "I'm Wise" as "Slippin' and Slidin." Etta James scored a 1959 hit with his "Dearest Darling."

He is also credited with writing Oliver Morgan's signature "Who Shot the La La," according to the report.



Not a very good clip, but I guess the best there is.

SteveJRogers
Mar 23 2009 10:01 AM

Former 770AM WABC news reporter George Webber, murdered.

TheOldMole
Mar 23 2009 04:36 PM

FAIRBANKS, Alaska – Nicholas Hughes, the son of poet Sylvia Plath, has killed himself, 46 years after his mother committed suicide and almost 40 years to the day after his stepmother, Assia Wevill, did the same. He was 47.

Hughes, who was not married and had no children, hung himself at his home March 16, Alaska State Troopers said. An evolutionary biologist, he spent more than a decade on the faculty of the University of Alaska Fairbanks. Marmian Grimes, the university's senior public information officer, said he left about a year ago.

Hughes' older sister, poet Frieda Hughes, issued a statement through the Times of London, expressing her "profound sorrow" and saying that he "had been battling depression for some time."

Nicholas Hughes was only 9 months old when his parents, Plath and poet Ted Hughes, separated, and still an infant when his mother died in February 1963. A few months earlier, she had written of Nicholas: "You are the one/Solid the spaces lean on, envious/You are the baby in the barn."

Not widely known when she died, Plath became a cult figure and feminist martyr through the novel "The Bell Jar," which told of a suicidal young woman, and through the "Ariel" poems she had been working on near the end of her life.

The immediate cause of their breakup was Hughes' affair with Wevill, and Plath's fame would long haunt her husband, hounded for years by women who believed he was responsible for her suicide and by a procession of scholars and fans obsessed with the brief, impassioned and tragic marriage between the two poets

TheOldMole
Mar 23 2009 07:25 PM

Some thoughts on poets, suicide and public perception after reading about Nicholas Hughes.

http://www.examiner.com/x-2862-NY-Writi ... ts-Suicide

Edgy DC
Mar 23 2009 07:41 PM

Cool poem.

TheOldMole
Mar 23 2009 07:44 PM

Here's the whole thing.

MFS62
Mar 25 2009 08:07 AM

John Brattain:
http://www.hardballtimes.com/main/blog_ ... ible-news/

He was a cyber-friend. We first met on the old FASTBALL. com website - the first baseball site I had heard of. His screen name was "Odie the Wonder Dummy".

When that place folded, we both went to another, invitation-only site. He left a few years ago to spend his time writing in places that would pay him. We've kept in contact since he joined The Hardball Times. We talked about his columns and ideas for futue columns. But the personal stuff never got beyond "How 'ya doing?". I had no idea he was ill.

Take some time. Click on some of his writings, you can get at them through the link I posted. (see the bottom left on that page).

RIP, you leg humping flea bag (his own nickname).
I'll miss you, Hoser.

Later

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Mar 25 2009 08:30 AM

Sorry to hear that news. I'd read his contributions on BTF for years.

DocTee
Mar 25 2009 03:56 PM

John Hope Franklin, Historian:

[url]http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/2009/03/25/us/AP-Obit-Franklin.html?_r=1&hp

bmfc1
Mar 27 2009 09:41 AM

Dan Seals, otherwise known as "England Dan", passed away at 61:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Seals

bmfc1
Apr 07 2009 10:27 AM

Keith Olbermann's mother. He has a beautiful tribute to her (which involves baseball) at #1:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036677/#30078927

Nymr83
Apr 07 2009 02:54 PM

[quote="bmfc1":23graco3]Keith Olbermann's mother. He has a beautiful tribute to her (which involves baseball) at #1: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036677/#30078927[/quote:23graco3]

wasn't she the one Knoblauch hit with a (very) errant throw to first base that went into the stands??

bmfc1
Apr 07 2009 04:05 PM

Yes (good memory). He talks about it in his tribute.

G-Fafif
Apr 07 2009 07:47 PM

[quote="bmfc1":3dwwrcz2]Dan Seals, otherwise known as "England Dan", passed away at 61: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Seals[/quote:3dwwrcz2]

His biggest solo hit stays with me as a reminder of Spring Training 1986. And boy could those Mets bop.

G-Fafif
Apr 07 2009 07:50 PM

[quote="bmfc1":1owgxbo6]Yes (good memory). He talks about it in his tribute.[/quote:1owgxbo6]

Glorious piece. And what a family resemblance.

DocTee
Apr 13 2009 03:37 PM

Marilyn Chambers, 56.
[url]
http://www.ktla.com/landing_topstories/ ... eedID=1198

MFS62
Apr 13 2009 05:04 PM

[quote="DocTee"]Marilyn Chambers, 56. [url] http://www.ktla.com/landing_topstories/ ... eedID=1198



I think at one time we had been asked to post our personal memories of the departed when posting in this thread.
But I think good taste must prevail in this case. That said, RIP, Marilyn, in that crypt behind the green door.

Later

Fman99
Apr 25 2009 04:18 PM

Bea Arthur, age 86. Star of Maude and Golden Girls.

Two funny shows.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
May 01 2009 08:25 AM

Paul Perschmann, aka "Playboy" Buddy Rose, 56, which means he far outlived most wrestlers.

I have to say, among cheesy wrestlers of my 70s-80s youth, few were as entertaining as Rose. He a gifted physical actor -- he had a way of portraying humiliation in his body langauge whenever he got hurt or knocked down that was better than any other villain. Plus his schitck was great. Somewhere out there has to be video of him snatching the ring announcer's mic and correcting his announced weight. That's two hunnert and SIXTY two pounds!

Frayed Knot
May 03 2009 05:39 AM

Ex-AFL QB, 9-term Buffalo-area Congressman, 'HUD' Secretary, and Republican nominee for VP, Jack Kemp - 73

sharpie
May 05 2009 09:42 AM

Actor/comic Dom DeLuise at 75.

Fman99
May 05 2009 09:45 AM

[quote="sharpie":crzgkaog]Actor/comic Dom DeLuise at 75.[/quote:crzgkaog]

Was in some seriously funny movies. Loved "Hot Stuff."

HahnSolo
May 05 2009 09:58 AM

For a while he struck me as the Joey Bishop to Burt Reynolds' Sinatra.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
May 05 2009 12:40 PM

Frankly, I thought DeLuise was dead already. I'm kinda more shocked he wasn't than I am that he's dead now.

DocTee
May 05 2009 04:07 PM

I remember DD being a big supporter of the Hydrocephalus Foundation. Good work th

G-Fafif
May 06 2009 01:47 PM

I once spoke to Dom DeLuise on the phone. Was working late one night and answered the companywide line which was usually handled by the switchboard. Someone asked for John. Not here right now, I said, can I take a message? "This is Dom DeLuise," the voice said, just a little sheepishly. OK, I said, I'll give John the message. John, our circulation director, was old pals with Dom.

My condolences to John the circulation director, assuming he's still around.

Farmer Ted
May 07 2009 08:37 AM

Ean Evans, the longtime bassist for Lynyrd Skynyrd, has died, after a long battle with cancer.

TheOldMole
May 07 2009 09:18 AM

Marilyn French, a leading feminist writer and theorist, died of heart failure last weekend at age 79.

It was her 1977 debut novel, The Women's Room, that catapulted French into the public eye.

About fictional feminists in the 1950s and '60s, the 20-million-plus bestseller was best known for a character's claim: "All men are rapists.''

Needless to say, that phrase was attributed to French herself, mostly by those who fought women's attempts to gain equality in the U.S.

Also misinterpreted was her declaration that her "goal in life is to change the entire social and economic structure of Western civilization, to make it a feminist world.''

To those who would eventually refer to feminists as "feminazis,'' that statement was twisted to mean that French and her cohorts wanted to squash men.

In a tribute to French, Carol Jenkins, president of the New York City-based Women's Media Center, wrote: "She was dedicated to making sure women understood their compromised position, and that men could see their part in the domination – historically and currently. She denied that made her a man-hater, and never altered her position.

``Marilyn had witnessed, recorded, interpreted and predicted the condition of women in the world for most of her life. I can't say that near the end she was overly optimistic about our progress and our future. But once again, Marilyn left the lasting impression. And, the Goddess knows, she tried."

Frayed Knot
May 09 2009 05:35 AM

Former basketball coach Chuck Daly

Edgy DC
May 11 2009 10:54 AM

My father's older brother Eddie --- and my namesake --- died this morning. Second anniversary of my father's passing.

My mom actively disliked him, but now the family is circling the wagons figuring out how to break the news to her, as she's the kind to make something out of the maudlin coincidence.

Uncle Eddie story: Uncle Eddie, is the reason my mother maintained a general policy against general anaesthesia for her progeny --- Uncle Eddie having flatlined during surgery as a young man and been brought back by CPR.

What seemed to be beside the point is that (1) she never liked him, (2) this was back during the Korean War, (3) using ether (probably an ether-soaked rag), and (4) on a submarine in the South China Seas. Hardly optimal surgical conditions.

Anyhow, a few years back, I had to get a quadruple wisdom teeth extraction and defied the familiy anaesthesia prohibition. Felt bad about it.

Anyhow, if you raise a cold one today, raise it to my trollish Uncle Eddie, who ran a powerplant (and ran it well) under the towers of Co-Op City for 35 years, despite displaying seemingly less than enlightened views of people of color. I think he rooted for the Mets until the end of Strawberry's time, but raised eight kids who tended toward Yankee-appreciation.

May the hard work embodied by his greasy fingernails live on with his spirit, while his racial attitudes die with his flesh.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
May 11 2009 10:58 AM

Cheers to uncle eddie.

metirish
May 11 2009 11:01 AM

R.I.P. to Uncle Eddie .

Co- Op City near me in the Bronx?

Edgy DC
May 11 2009 11:07 AM

Yup.

themetfairy
May 11 2009 11:08 AM

RIP to Uncle Eddie.

As for the anaesthesia thing, talk to your doctor about malignant hyperthermia. Testing for it is a bitch (it involves a muscle biopsy), so what most families do is record a family history of malignant hyperthermia in their medical records and makes sure that medical personnel are aware of the potential condition. That puts them on notice to use different kind of anaesthesia and/or to make sure that the antidote (I forget the name of it) is handy in case something goes awry.

IIRC, the kind of anaesthesia used in dental surgery generally wouldn't trigger the condition.

How do I know so much about this, you might ask? D-Dad's nephew had a malignant hyperthermia reaction during surgery about 15 years ago. D-Dad never had the biopsy test, so any time that he or the kids are filling out medical forms, they need to mention the family history.

Chad Ochoseis
May 11 2009 11:22 AM

Uncle Eddie story: Uncle Eddie, is the reason my mother maintained a general policy against general anaesthesia for her progeny --- Uncle Eddie having flatlined during surgery as a young man and been brought back by CPR.
I woke up briefly while under general anaesthesia in 1971, when I was six years old. The thought of ever having to go through it again scared the bejeezus out of me for the 37 years that followed. Last year, I had it again for a minor medical procedure and found it to be a rather enjoyable experience. The technology has improved considerably since the early seventies and, presumably, even more since the Korean War.
Anyhow, if you raise a cold one today, raise it to my trollish Uncle Eddie, who ran a powerplant (and ran it well) under the towers of Co-Op City for 35 years, despite displaying seemingly less than enlightened views of people of color.


My rather non-white girlfriend and I will make a point of having a drink in his honor. I'll wonder whether he would have been pleased or annoyed.

Fman99
May 11 2009 11:39 AM

RIP to Uncle Eddie.

Swan Swan H
May 11 2009 12:21 PM

I bought my first car (a 1971 Ford Maverick) from a guy in Co-Op City in 1975, so I am in his debt. My condolences.

Farmer Ted
May 11 2009 02:58 PM

Yesterday would have been my father's 78th birthday. As the annual ritual goes, I went to a baseball game, ate the greasiest burger I could find, and downed it all with PBR in a can.

TheOldMole
May 12 2009 08:05 PM

Venetia Phair Dies at 90; as a Girl, She Named Pluto

By WILLIAM GRIMES
Published: May 10, 2009
Frozen and lonely, Planet X circled the far reaches of the solar system awaiting discovery and a name. It got one thanks to an 11-year-old British girl named Venetia Burney, an enthusiast of the planets and classical myth.

BBC
Venetia, in 1930.
On March 14, 1930, the day newspapers reported that the long-suspected "trans-Neptunian body" had been photographed for the first time, she proposed to her well-connected grandfather that it be named Pluto, after the Roman god of the underworld.

And so it was.

Venetia Phair, as she became by marriage, died April 30 in her home in Banstead, in the county of Surrey, England. She was 90. The death was confirmed by her son, Patrick.

Venetia, on the fateful day that Pluto popped into her head, was having breakfast with her mother and her grandfather, Falconer Madan, retired librarian of the Bodleian Library at Oxford. He had exciting news to tell. Scientists at the Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff, Ariz., had just photographed a planet lying beyond Neptune. Its existence had been postulated since the late 19th century, and astronomers working under Percival Lowell, the observatory's founder, had been chasing it photographically since 1906. Now theory had become fact.

"He wondered what it should be called," Mrs. Phair recalled in the documentary film, "Naming Pluto," released last month. "We all wondered, and then I said, `Why not call it Pluto?' And the whole thing stemmed from that."

Mr. Madan passed the idea along to his friend Herbert Hall Turner, professor of astronomy at Oxford. Pluto, he suggested in a letter, was an excellent name for "the big obscure new baby."

Mr. Turner, as it happened, was in London for a meeting of the Royal Astronomical Society, where word of the new planet had members buzzing, and proposals for a name flew fast and furious. "I think PLUTO excellent!!" he wrote to Mr. Madan on his return. "We did not manage to think of anything so good at the RAS yesterday. The only at all meritorious suggestion was Kronos, but that won't do alongside Saturn." (Kronos is the Greek equivalent of Saturn.)

Mr. Turner immediately sent a telegram to Flagstaff: "Naming new planet, please consider PLUTO, suggested by small girl Venetia Burney for dark and gloomy planet."

Unbeknownst to Venetia, a spirited battle ensued, with suggestions flying thick and fast. Minerva looked like the front runner, until it was pointed out that the name already belonged to an asteroid. Other candidates included Zeus, Atlas and Persephone. The Austrian engineer and cosmologist Hans Hörbiger proposed the inscrutable and unpronounceable Onehtn, meaning "first trans-Neptune."

Capt. Charles E. Freeman, the superintendent of the Naval Observatory in Washington, regarded Pluto as a long shot. "Pluto is the prototype of Satan in many minds, and drops out for that reason, perhaps," he said.

In the end, scientists at the Lowell Observatory voted unanimously for Pluto, partly because its first two letters could be interpreted as an homage to Percival Lowell, and on May 24 the new planet received its official name.

Mr. Madan gave his granddaughter a five-pound note, and the family added yet another feather to its cap: in 1877, Mr. Madan's brother Henry, a housemaster at Eton, had successfully proposed that the two dwarf moons of Mars be named Phobos and Deimos, two attendants of the Roman war god, whose names mean fear and terror.

"Pluto is an excellent name, for two reasons," Neil deGrasse Tyson, the director of the Hayden Planetarium and author of "The Pluto Files: The Rise and Fall of America's Favorite Planet," said in a telephone interview. "First, it's a Roman god, as are the rest of the large objects in the solar system, so it conforms to the rules of the time, and second, Pluto is the god of the underworld, a distant place you don't want to go to. Who could not love the name?"

Venetia Katherine Burney was born in Oxford, where her father, the Rev. Charles Fox Burney, was a professor of scriptural interpretation. He died when Venetia was 6, and she and her mother went to live with Mr. Madan.

Venetia developed an interest in astronomy after playing a game with other children in which lumps of clay, standing for the planets, were placed on a lawn in their positions relative to the sun.

She attended Downe House, a boarding school in Berkshire, and, after studying mathematics at Newnham College, Cambridge, became a chartered accountant. She later taught economics and math at two girls' schools in southwest London. In 1947 she married Maxwell Phair, a classicist, who became housemaster and head of English at Epsom College. She is survived by her son, of Cheltenham.

Mrs. Phair tended to play down her stroke of genius. She came up with Pluto, she said, simply because it was one of the few important Roman gods still available for planetary duty. "Whether I thought about a dark, gloomy Hades, I'm not sure," she told the BBC in 2006.

Regardless, Pluto was an instant success. Walt Disney used it for Mickey Mouse's dog, and it provided the name for Element 94 in the Periodic Table, plutonium, which was first identified in 1941. In 1987 the asteroid 6235 Burney was named in Mrs. Phair's honor, as was a dust-measuring instrument on board New Horizons, the NASA spacecraft that took off for Pluto in 2006.

Mrs. Phair took it in stride when the International Astronomical Union decreed that Pluto was not a planet at all. It was a dwarf planet, and not even the largest one, a lump of rock and ice orbiting in a ring of icy debris known as the Kuiper Belt.

Some face was saved last year when the union announced the coining of the term "plutoid" to designate a dwarf planet beyond the orbit of Neptune. More vexing to Mrs. Phair was the persistent notion that she had taken the name from the Disney character. "It has now been satisfactorily proven that the dog was named after the planet, rather than the other way around," she told the BBC. "So, one is vindicated."

Alan M. MacRobert, a senior editor at Sky and Telescope, foresees sweeter vindication ahead. "In the year 4,000 A.D., when Pluto is hollowed out and millions of people are living inside," he said, "the name of Venetia Burney may be the only thing that Great Britain is remembered for."

themetfairy
May 15 2009 12:35 PM

RIP Wayman Tisdale

I saw Wayman on tour with Dave Koz on a couple of occasions, and he was a great musician and showman. RIP to a multi-talented gentleman.

Rockin' Doc
May 15 2009 03:28 PM

Cancer is a merciless disease, Wayman Tisdale was still a young man.

R.I.P. Wayman.

metirish
May 15 2009 05:56 PM

Photographer who took famous Saigon photo dies

Slideshow

metsguyinmichigan
May 15 2009 06:23 PM

Two Grand Rapids-related items in a row!

Mr. Tisdale was in town last year for the celebration of a new school dedicated to the arts. It was to be headed by Gospel star Marvin Sapp and his wife, MaLinda. They're friends with Tisdale, so he and his band -- all teachers -- put on a concert.

I was able to spend some time with him, and he was very, very nice. He was on crutches. Now I know why. What a shame.

The lower of the two ladders in the embassy photo -- the less steep one -- is on display in the Gerald Ford Museum across the street.

Swan Swan H
May 25 2009 07:22 AM

Jay Bennett, formerly of Wilco, age 45. His developing estrangement from Jeff Tweedy turned out to be the most fascinating aspect, in a bus-wreck-on-the-side-of-the-road kind of way, of the documentary I am Trying to Break Your Heart.

From the LA Times web site: [url]http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/music_blog/2009/05/former-wilco-member-jay-bennett-dies.html

John Cougar Lunchbucket
May 26 2009 08:15 AM

Tragedy. He was in the news just lasty week for a lawsuit against Wilco, seeking $$ so he could get an operation.

I thought he came off sorta dickish in the film but he only wanted to rock, man. Tweedy and the filmmakers did his perception no favors.

TransMonk
May 26 2009 09:41 AM

I thought Bennett brought a lot to the table and I don't really like the albums between his departure and Nels Cline's arrival as much.

A Boy Named Seo
May 26 2009 04:18 PM

Just heard about this. My fav jock in the world Franny is doing a 1-hour Bennett tribute of solo and Wilco stuff on Sirius/XM Loft right now.

sharpie
May 26 2009 04:39 PM

I thought Bennett brought a lot to the table and I don't really like the albums between his departure and Nels Cline's arrival as much.



Pretty sure "A Ghost is Born" is the only album that was post-Bennett and pre-Cline.

TransMonk
May 27 2009 07:02 AM

True...not my favorite Wilco album.

He was on the way out during YHF and it shows IMO.

metirish
Jun 01 2009 07:40 PM

Probably not a name known here but a huge figure in sports in Ireland & Britain


The Master of Ballydoyle

Chad Ochoseis
Jun 03 2009 05:48 PM

Koko Taylor, 80

As much a Chicago icon as Wrigley Field, deep dish pizza, and Lake Michigan. She'll be missed.

sharpie
Jun 04 2009 08:13 AM

David Carradine, of "Kung Fu" fame.

MFS62
Jun 04 2009 08:28 AM

[quote="sharpie":1wksan01]David Carradine, of "Kung Fu" fame.[/quote:1wksan01]

I guess he took the seventh step.

RIP, grasshopper.

Later

metirish
Jun 04 2009 09:07 AM

Conflicting reports on Carradine , one I read has him found in a hotel wardrobe with a chord around his neck , in Bangkok.

Just heard now though on the radio that it was natural causes.

Fman99
Jun 04 2009 01:48 PM

RIP, Hung Fu.

Methead
Jun 04 2009 05:26 PM

[quote="Fman99":2o4z4n9z]RIP, Hung Fu.[/quote:2o4z4n9z]

*snicker*

DocTee
Jun 05 2009 08:43 AM

Wire reports suggest auto-eroticism at play here.

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 05 2009 08:48 AM

Yeah, he was naked in the closet, with ropes tied around his naughty bits.

I wouldn't want to be caught dead in a situation like that, which is a strong argument against trying such things.

soupcan
Jun 05 2009 08:52 AM

[quote="Fman99"]RIP, Hung Fu.




New York Post headline writers lurking at Cranepool....


Edgy DC
Jun 05 2009 08:59 AM

Yeek, Fman crosses a(nother) line, and The Post quickly normalizes it.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jun 05 2009 10:34 AM

[quote="Benjamin Grimm"]Yeah, he was naked in the closet, with ropes tied around his naughty bits. I wouldn't want to be caught dead in a situation like that, which is a strong argument against trying such things.



Is there any naughty-bits exposed position in which you wouldn't mind being caught dead?

(I hope for his sake he finished. 'Cause, I mean... jeez.)

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 05 2009 10:41 AM

[quote="LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr"]Is there any naughty-bits exposed position in which you wouldn't mind being caught dead?



Maybe beneath Angelina Jolie?

I mean, I'd be just as dead, but there would be a whole different conversation going on.

MFS62
Jun 05 2009 10:54 AM

[quote="Benjamin Grimm"][quote="LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr"]Is there any naughty-bits exposed position in which you wouldn't mind being caught dead?

Maybe beneath Angelina Jolie? I mean, I'd be just as dead, but there would be a whole different conversation going on.

And it would take them about two weeks to be able to close the coffin.

Later

metsguyinmichigan
Jun 05 2009 12:00 PM

I'm still mourning Michael Hutchence from INXS who apparently died the same way.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jun 05 2009 01:05 PM

[quote="metsguyinmichigan"]I'm still mourning Michael Hutchence from INXS who apparently died the same way.



Yes... but how are you mourning?

TheOldMole
Jun 05 2009 06:08 PM

Sam Butera

Methead
Jun 05 2009 09:22 PM

[quote="Benjamin Grimm":2xvukpyx] I wouldn't want to be caught dead in a situation like that[/quote:2xvukpyx]

It's slightly better than being caught alive in a situation like that.

Fman99
Jun 06 2009 08:13 PM

[quote="Edgy DC":2v30hgcs]Yeek, Fman crosses a(nother) line, and The Post quickly normalizes it.[/quote:2v30hgcs]

The Post, like so many others, just swimming in my wake.

MFS62
Jun 07 2009 09:31 AM

[quote="TheOldMole"]Sam Butera


Sad. Liked their music.

A while ago, there was a post here about a ballplayer named Butera. I replied by asking if there were any witnesses. Nobody responded, even with a groan.

Later

metirish
Jun 19 2009 07:50 AM

Sorry if this offends any of the dead people here

If you have ever been to Ireland and went to a Chipper after the pub then chances are you bought one of these.

Death of the Spice Burger

Fman99
Jun 23 2009 06:35 AM

Ed McMahon, age 86.

Hiyo!

TransMonk
Jun 23 2009 07:10 AM

That fucker never did send me a check.

RIP, Ed.

themetfairy
Jun 23 2009 07:25 AM

Weird Al had a song about Ed a few years back -



RIP Ed.

Swan Swan H
Jun 23 2009 08:31 AM

If I was the 'This is Jeopardy' guy at the table in the Lottery commercial I'd lock the doors and add some fiber to my diet.

Carnac the Metnificent
Jun 23 2009 05:20 PM

** Hi-Yoooooooooo












How did the Met players greet pitcher Masato each Spring?



















** You may already be a winner














How did Mrs. McMahon's lawyer inform her when the divorce was final?














** Muhammed Ali, Babe Ruth, and Ed McMahon












Name a top ring man, a top swing man and a top wing man?

Edgy DC
Jun 23 2009 07:07 PM

I remember a sketch Johnny did on celebrity holiday cards and showed one from Ed McMahon that said "YOU MAY ALREADY HAVE HAD A MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

sharpie
Jun 25 2009 11:08 AM

Farrah Fawcett at 62.

metirish
Jun 25 2009 11:09 AM

[quote="sharpie":3rq9minm]Farrah Fawcett at 62.[/quote:3rq9minm]

R.I.P.


side note , is her son still in prison?

Edgy DC
Jun 25 2009 11:18 AM

Boo on diseases that kill Farrah Fawcetts.

Frayed Knot
Jun 25 2009 01:21 PM

[quote="sharpie":3d9j4vqy]Farrah Fawcett at 62.[/quote:3d9j4vqy]

That'll keep those celeb/gossip type shows busy for the next two weeks or so.
And then there are the supermarket tabs.

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 25 2009 01:23 PM

Remember when this poster was everywhere?

I'd say it's become iconic...

Gwreck
Jun 25 2009 03:55 PM

Michael Jackson, apparently.

DocTee
Jun 25 2009 04:01 PM

Farrah and Michael?

One was the mastabutory fantasy of pre-teen boys, the other masturbated to pre-teen boys.

metirish
Jun 25 2009 04:41 PM

Shocking...I am shocked

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jun 25 2009 04:58 PM

Holy crap, what a terrible waste.

Edgy DC
Jun 25 2009 05:29 PM

Nightmare.

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 25 2009 05:33 PM

It's hard to imagine that many people have had a stranger life than Michael Jackson did.

Farmer Ted
Jun 25 2009 05:46 PM

As a parent, one less pedophile for me to worry about.

DocTee
Jun 25 2009 05:51 PM

Guess he finally "beat it"

themetfairy
Jun 25 2009 05:58 PM

R.I.P. Farrah and Michael.

Chad Ochoseis
Jun 25 2009 06:00 PM

Not a good day to be a '70s pop culture icon. Somewhere, Henry Winkler is crossing the street very, very carefully.

Willets Point
Jun 25 2009 06:56 PM

This is great time for Obama to push through some controversial progressive legislation. The media won't be covering any real news for a while.

cooby
Jun 25 2009 08:08 PM

Not a good birthday surprise; I was a fan of them both. :(

Edgy DC
Jun 25 2009 08:09 PM

Happy birthday anyhow, Coo'.

cooby
Jun 25 2009 08:14 PM

Thank you, Edgy, it was.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jun 25 2009 09:17 PM

Young Michael sung beautifully, and try as he might in his later creepy years, he couldn't take that away. And he was a star back in 82.

Frayed Knot
Jun 25 2009 09:48 PM

Was good back in the days when he was a black male.
But the whole freak show thing later on just turned me off to the point where I mostly ignored even the good stuff that was mixed in along with the whole circus.
And I still maintain that 'Thriller' and the lengthy video that ushered it in was more a matter of style over substance; a mediocre song backed by a multi-million dollar media campaign.

Edgy DC
Jun 25 2009 10:25 PM

Really? I think the insane train ride that was pretty much the second half of his life underscored what a gift his juvenile performances were.

Of course, it was a gift that might have been better left unopened. It seems hard to dispute that the nature of his celebrated childhood contributed to his desperate inablity to mature as other people do. And the intimates he sought out were others who became too famous too young --- Liz Taylor, Diana Ross, Brook Shields, Donny Osmond, McCauly Caulkin, Emmanuel Lewis, the young, talented, and exploited phenoms.

What's easier to snicker at than to explain is how --- as most of America grew to consider him somewhere between ridiculous and deploreable --- he retained this status among a sizeable minority as patron saint of the misbegotten. Folks would always be available when a new Michael wierdo story broke, crying for him to be understood because somehow their need for understanding was linked in there.

Even as he arrived at the hospital, there were folks who somehow made it there at the same time, held back by security as they cried to the staff that they had to save him. Who are these folks and what willl they do now?

Frayed Knot
Jun 26 2009 08:03 AM

Really? I think the insane train ride that was pretty much the second half of his life underscored what a gift his juvenile performances were.


Perhaps I should rephrase that to say that while I still appreciate his talent and all the early stuff that I liked at the time of its release, the whole freak-show persona and the over-the-top marketing that came with it caused me to pass over much of his '80s & '90s material even though there was probably more solid stuff there than my turned-off ears and averted glance were hearing and seeing.

I was once in Philly on business (mid-'80s?) and wound up staying in the same hotel as the one-gloved one who was in the midst of one of his tours. Of course he had his own floor and numerous bodyguards so it's not like we said hi as we poked our heads out the door to grab the USA Today, but it probably doesn't need saying that the lobby of the place was a total zoo to the point where I began to think of hard-core Graceland pilgrims as relatively well-adjusted.

Edgy DC
Jun 26 2009 10:58 AM

He almost overloaded the internet: http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/06/26/mich ... index.html

Willets Point
Jun 26 2009 01:13 PM

That scratching sound you hear is Elton John furiously churning out new tribute songs.

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 26 2009 01:19 PM

Oooh!

Six honorary Schaefer points to whoever comes up with the best Michael Jackson "Candle in the Wind" lyrics.

Swan Swan H
Jun 26 2009 01:26 PM

And it seems to me you filled your bed
With a bunch of little boys
And a monkey and a llama
And your circus toys

And I would have liked to know you
But I was not a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your weirdness ever did

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 26 2009 01:29 PM

I knew it wouldn't be long before someone rose to the challenge.

Very nice job by Swan Swan.

metirish
Jun 26 2009 01:50 PM

[quote="Willets Point":i8l2060g]That scratching sound you hear is Elton John furiously churning out new tribute songs.[/quote:i8l2060g]


Goodbye wacko jacko
even though you were accused of molestation
the charges came and went
never stuck.....like the jism
you deposited on Macaulay Culkin's face


Swannie , that's hilarious

metsguyinmichigan
Jun 26 2009 01:54 PM

Between the MFY KTE and the these lyrics, I'm gonna have to swear off the Pool for the reaminder of the work day today. Because people suspect I'm not writing about the National PTA's bid for national standards if I'm laughing so hard I start coughing.

Nice -- but sick and twisted -- jobs!

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 26 2009 02:02 PM

Those PTA cats are hil-arious!

MFS62
Jun 27 2009 10:07 AM

A reporter once interviewed Wayne Gretzky. He asked him (I paraphrase) "Wayne. You're not the strongest, biggest or fastest hockey player. What makes you so much better than everybody else?" Wayne replied "Everyone else skates to where the puck is. I skate to where the puck will be."

In music, you could say the same thing about Michael Jackson.

He will be missed.
RIP, Michael.

Later

OlerudOwned
Jun 28 2009 10:16 AM

BILLY MAYS HERE WITH AN EXCITING NEW CELEBRITY DEATH! NOTED TV PITCHMAN BILLY MAYS, THE GUY WHO BROUGHT YOU THE HERCULES HOOK, MIGHTY PUTTY, AND OXYCLEAN, DEAD AT THE AGE OF 50.

Rockin' Doc
Jun 28 2009 10:36 AM

Probably from all the yelling.

Frayed Knot
Jun 28 2009 10:39 AM

Hasn't been a good week for folks born in 1958.

DocTee
Jun 28 2009 11:34 AM

I wonder if there will be a moment of screaming instead of a moment of silence.

bmfc1
Jun 28 2009 11:51 AM

[quote="Frayed Knot":16orefre]Hasn't been a good week for folks born in 1958.[/quote:16orefre]

Uh oh.

Swan Swan H
Jun 28 2009 12:05 PM

[quote="bmfc1":3u3ry78l][quote="Frayed Knot":3u3ry78l]Hasn't been a good week for folks born in 1958.[/quote:3u3ry78l] Uh oh.[/quote:3u3ry78l]

I'll be in my office changing the date on my birth certificate.

metirish
Jun 28 2009 05:56 PM

[quote="OlerudOwned":2w7su5di]BILLY MAYS HERE WITH AN EXCITING NEW CELEBRITY DEATH! NOTED TV PITCHMAN BILLY MAYS, THE GUY WHO BROUGHT YOU THE HERCULES HOOK, MIGHTY PUTTY, AND OXYCLEAN, DEAD AT THE AGE OF 50.[/quote:2w7su5di]


some funny stuff here today

Fman99
Jun 28 2009 08:47 PM

[quote="OlerudOwned":364i0ela]BILLY MAYS HERE WITH AN EXCITING NEW CELEBRITY DEATH! NOTED TV PITCHMAN BILLY MAYS, THE GUY WHO BROUGHT YOU THE HERCULES HOOK, MIGHTY PUTTY, AND OXYCLEAN, DEAD AT THE AGE OF 50.[/quote:364i0ela]

Wow, the only guy on TV more annoying than the Sunday night ESPN broadcasters.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jun 28 2009 08:51 PM

[quote="Fman99":3j2ljffr][quote="OlerudOwned":3j2ljffr]BILLY MAYS HERE WITH AN EXCITING NEW CELEBRITY DEATH! NOTED TV PITCHMAN BILLY MAYS, THE GUY WHO BROUGHT YOU THE HERCULES HOOK, MIGHTY PUTTY, AND OXYCLEAN, DEAD AT THE AGE OF 50.[/quote:3j2ljffr] Wow, the only guy on TV more annoying than the Sunday night ESPN broadcasters.[/quote:3j2ljffr]

I kinda liked him, better than that ShamWow prick, anyway.

Often, "found dead by his wife" is journalism-ese for "suicide" but I read where he was in a plane that made a rough landing the other day and took some luggage to the head and went to bed not feeling well. Eerie.

Benjamin Grimm
Jun 29 2009 06:59 AM

Yeah, it sounds like the Natasha Richardson thing all over again.

Next time I bump my head, I think I'm going to be very nervous.

seawolf17
Jun 29 2009 07:11 AM

OK, who's dead this morning? Anyone? Anyone? Danny Bonaduce, you feeling alright? OK, good.

edit: Wait! Sunuvabitch! I loved Fred Travalena!

RealityChuck
Jun 29 2009 07:42 AM

Gale Storm.

I'm sadder about her death than the other celebrities this week -- I used to watch My Little Margie and Oh! Susanna (syndicated title for The Gale Storm Show when I was a kid.

Gale with her co-star, the immortal Zasu Pitts:

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jun 29 2009 09:54 AM

[quote="seawolf17"] edit: Wait! Sunuvabitch! I loved Fred Travalena!



He was like Rich Little, but more in your price range, y'know? (The RC Cola of impressionists?)

seawolf17
Jun 29 2009 12:18 PM

Plus, I LOVED the John Davidson-era Hollywood Squares.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jun 29 2009 01:15 PM

[quote="seawolf17":1cf6s5pw]Plus, I LOVED the John Davidson-era Hollywood Squares.[/quote:1cf6s5pw]

I couldn't remember exactly how I remembered him. THAT's it.

Is Shadoe Stevens still walking this mortal coil?

themetfairy
Jun 29 2009 01:39 PM

[quote="LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr"] Is Shadoe Stevens still walking this mortal coil?



If you can believe Wikipedia, yes.

Farmer Ted
Jul 01 2009 10:15 AM

Former Boxing champ Alexis Arguello, age 57. Autopsy to reveal cause of knockout blow.

seawolf17
Jul 01 2009 10:31 AM

Not to be conflated with Alexis Arquette.

Farmer Ted
Jul 01 2009 02:27 PM

Karl Malden. 184 years old I believe.

Edgy DC
Jul 01 2009 02:33 PM

Yikes.

Frayed Knot
Jul 01 2009 02:35 PM

I think Malden might have been the genesis of our first 'Still Alive' threads.

Benjamin Grimm
Jul 01 2009 02:39 PM

He was listed in that original thread. I remember a photo of him with fellow old guy Kirk Douglas.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jul 01 2009 02:42 PM

[quote="Farmer Ted":286gopkf]Former Boxing champ Alexis Arguello, age 57. Autopsy to reveal cause of knockout blow.[/quote:286gopkf]

Self-inflicted bullet wound, reports say.

Nymr83
Jul 01 2009 07:47 PM

[quote="John Cougar Lunchbucket"][quote="Farmer Ted"]Former Boxing champ Alexis Arguello, age 57. Autopsy to reveal cause of knockout blow.

Self-inflicted bullet wound, reports say.

article about him on espn.com from Tim Graham, who i knew only to be a football blogger covering the AFC East.

[url]http://assets.espn.go.com/boxing/columns/graham/612133.html

Fman99
Jul 01 2009 08:10 PM

Karl Malden, age 97. I honestly thought he had been dead for 10 years.

Won an Academy Award in 1951 for his role in "A Streetcar Named Desire."

MFS62
Jul 02 2009 07:21 AM

I guess he finally left home without it.

Later

metirish
Jul 04 2009 07:20 AM

Can you bury the guy already?..........

Nymr83
Jul 04 2009 03:08 PM

Steve McNair??????

smg58
Jul 04 2009 09:03 PM

Unfortunately, yes. He was shot in the head inside somebody's condo, along with a 20-year-old woman. Lots of questions on this one, but a horrible tragedy regardless.

metirish
Jul 05 2009 06:10 AM

Just watched a report on McNair , so he was shot multiple times with one shot in the head and the young girl had one gun shot to the head....cops say right now they are not looking for a suspect.

It would seem like the girl killed him then herself?

Nymr83
Jul 05 2009 03:38 PM

apparently the 20-year old girl he was found with was his girlfriend... he was married with 4 kids.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jul 05 2009 07:13 PM

[quote="Nymr83":3dliysum]apparently the 20-year old girl he was found with was his girlfriend... he was married with 4 kids.[/quote:3dliysum]

It doesn't seem like McNair and his girlfriend were going through any great pains to hide their dating-- they co-leased the car she'd been driving, plenty of pictures (some of which popped up on TMZ today). If memory serves, he and his wife had separated a while back (I remember catching wind of this around the time he retired last year), so it's likely they had some sort of agreement.

If memory serves further, though, the separation was rumored to have been at least partially due to infidelity on his part...

Edgy DC
Jul 06 2009 08:01 AM

Bob McNamara. Died in his sleep at 93.

Fman99
Jul 06 2009 09:43 AM

Allen Klein, 77, manager of the Beatles and Rolling Stones. Alzheimer's.

cooby
Jul 06 2009 06:04 PM

[quote="LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr":2uooig3i][quote="Nymr83":2uooig3i]apparently the 20-year old girl he was found with was his girlfriend... he was married with 4 kids.[/quote:2uooig3i] It doesn't seem like McNair and his girlfriend were going through any great pains to hide their dating-- they co-leased the car she'd been driving, plenty of pictures (some of which popped up on TMZ today). If memory serves, he and his wife had separated a while back (I remember catching wind of this around the time he retired last year), so it's likely they had some sort of agreement. If memory serves further, though, the separation was rumored to have been at least partially due to infidelity on his part...[/quote:2uooig3i]

$50 bucks sez his wife was prettier...

SteveJRogers
Jul 06 2009 07:21 PM

The Wifey


The Mistress

themetfairy
Jul 06 2009 07:22 PM

cooby wins the bet.

DocTee
Jul 06 2009 07:26 PM

Agreed

Nymr83
Jul 06 2009 08:02 PM

you're comparing a professional wedding photo to a snapshot though

Benjamin Grimm
Jul 09 2009 01:24 PM

I just realized a connection between Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson that I don't think has been mentioned yet.

Michael's mother and Farrah's former co-star have the same name: Kate Jackson.

metirish
Jul 09 2009 01:27 PM

Has Farrah appeared on a tree stump though?, now that would be eerie .

Benjamin Grimm
Jul 09 2009 01:28 PM

It would probably be the sexiest tree stump ever!

Fman99
Jul 09 2009 01:39 PM

[quote="metirish":2m64axmk]Has Farrah appeared on a tree stump though?[/quote:2m64axmk]

No but I think she grew one in her ass and it killed her.

(Too soon?)

Benjamin Grimm
Jul 09 2009 02:01 PM

Of course not. Nothing's funnier than a joke about cancer!

Edgy DC
Jul 09 2009 02:13 PM

Somebody needs a time out.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jul 09 2009 02:36 PM

[quote="Benjamin Grimm":2hw1h1y9]I just realized a connection between Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson that I don't think has been mentioned yet. Michael's mother and Farrah's former co-star have the same name: Kate Jackson.[/quote:2hw1h1y9]

Also, from time to time, she enjoyed stepping out... and Michael's father's name was Joe Jackson.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jul 09 2009 02:42 PM

From the Department of Irony-- yeesh.

Before his unexpected death on July 4, former Tennessee Titan quarterback Steve McNair had continued his tradition of civic involvement by filming a public service announcement for the Tennessee Department of Mental Health and Developmental Disabilities, The City Paper has learned.


http://www.nashvillecitypaper.com/conte ... -his-death

Fman99
Jul 10 2009 11:51 AM

[quote="Edgy DC":3hw13q35]Somebody needs a time out.[/quote:3hw13q35]

Yeah, I need to dial it down a bit. I tend to get a bit obnoxious, hope no one noticed.

MFS62
Jul 10 2009 12:04 PM

[quote="LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr":28k5r7zk] Also, from time to time, she enjoyed stepping out... and Michael's father's name was Joe Jackson.[/quote:28k5r7zk]

Very obscure.
Very cool - nomination worthy.

Later

DocTee
Jul 11 2009 05:18 PM

Brawlin' Canadian...homicide being investigated by Francis Assisi (really):

[url]http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2009/07/11/sports/s144401D10.DTL&tsp=1

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jul 12 2009 09:59 AM

[quote="DocTee"]Brawlin' Canadian...homicide being investigated by Francis Assisi (really): [url]http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2009/07/11/sports/s144401D10.DTL&tsp=1

And the wife's the prime suspect.
SAO PAULO (AP) -- The wife of former boxing champion Arturo Gatti was detained as a suspect by Brazilian authorities Sunday following his death at a posh seaside resort. Police said 23-year-old Amanda Rodrigues was taken into custody after contradictions in her interrogation. Gatti's body was found early Saturday in a hotel room at the Porto de Galinhas resort in northeastern Brazil. The former junior welterweight champion was apparently strangled with the strap of a purse, which was found at the scene with blood stains, said Milena Saraiva, a spokeswoman for the Pernambuco state civil police. She told The Associated Press that the Canadian also had a head injury. The investigation was not complete, but Saraiva said authorities were preparing to present a formal accusation against Rodrigues, who denied being involved in her husband's death. Police said Rodrigues, a Brazilian, could not explain how she spent nearly 10 hours in the room without noticing that Gatti was already dead. Police were investigating witness reports that the couple fought and Gatti was drunk when he returned to his room Friday night, Saraiva said, adding that police were told the pair were extremely jealous of each other and that he constantly complained of her clothing when she traveled to Brazil. Acelino "Popo" Freitas, a four-time world champion Brazilian boxer, told Globo TV's Web site on Saturday that he was a close friend of Gatti and his wife and that he "knew they were having some sort of problem and were about to separate." The couple's 1-year-old son, who was unhurt, was with Rodrigues' sister, Saraiva said.

metirish
Jul 12 2009 10:01 AM

A hell of a scraper to watch in the ring , his brawls with Ward are ones I will never forget.

metirish
Jul 15 2009 12:51 PM

A beautiful young woman murdered in the city , a big Mets fan by all accounts.



Killer of FIT student Carmen Saldana choked her with bare hands, police sources say




The vicious killer of a Fashion Institute of Technology student choked her with one bare hand around her throat and another clamped over her mouth, police sources said Tuesday. The grim details of the Sunday slaying emerged as the shattered family of Carmen Saldana planned to bury her in Mexico City and police retraced the brunette beauty's final hours alive. The elusive killer choked the 23-year-old before fleeing her family's Queens apartment, leaving a bruised and naked body for the victim's mother to discover. A grieving Susana Saldana shunned the murder scene Tuesday after leaving one night earlier, clutching some of her departed daughter's clothes. "She's not ready to face the place where she found her," said the victim's cousin, 17-year-old Melissa Contreras. "It would be too painful for her." A Mexico City funeral was likely for Saldana, who visited relatives each summer in the Mexican capital, Contreras said. The aspiring fashionista was last spotted by security cameras while leaving a Queens party alone about 1:30 a.m. Sunday, said Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly. Police have already interviewed the party host, and were tracking down guests in their hunt for the killer. Although the chain on the Astoria apartment was broken, a police source said it did not appear that the killing was a robbery gone wrong. "The family is a mess right now," said friend Miguel Pinilla, 27. "This is their little girl." There was no evidence of sexual assault, and no suspects had been identified yet, police said. Saldana's friends dropped off flowers at the apartment while expressing disbelief. They remembered her as relentlessly upbeat and a die-hard Mets fan. "Her motto was always, 'I'll get through this,'" said Gina Apestegui, 22, the maid of honor at Saldana's 2004 wedding. Saldana had left her cell phone at the Long Island City party, where it was recovered by another guest. He answered Sunday when the victim's mother called to check on her daughter, police said. Authorities initially had hoped the cell phone would lead to the killer. Saldana was married in 2004 and divorced in January 2007, with documents in Las Vegas showing it was an amicable split that took just three weeks to finalize. Her ex-husband, Las Vegas cop Cesar Quesada, could not be reached for comment. Saldana's father said she wasn't seeing anyone at the time of her death. Her mother found the body after returning from her job cleaning houses in the Hamptons. agendar@nydailynews.com With Jeff Burbank in Las Vegas and Wil Cruz

Benjamin Grimm
Jul 15 2009 01:00 PM

The Daily News shouldn't be referring to the victim as a "brunette beauty."

Edgy DC
Jul 15 2009 01:06 PM

Tabloids have been implcitly and explicitly commenting on the attractiveness of murder victims for a very long time.

It's probably in the Daily News Style Guide.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jul 15 2009 01:35 PM

Luridness from a tabloid? GASP!

(And I'm shocked-- shocked!-- to find gambling is going on in here!)

RealityChuck
Jul 15 2009 02:03 PM

Charles N. Brown, editor of Locus.

The name may mean nothing to you, but, to paraphrase SF editor Patrick Neilson Hayden, "There's a very real sense in which the modern science fiction world, professional and fan, can be defined as 'the set of people who know who Charles Brown was and care about his death.'" If you write SF or are a serious fan, then you know this is a great loss.

Oddly, I saw Brown over the weekend at Readercon for the first time in about 15 years. Back in the early 80s, Locus gave my novel a good review, and Brown took a photo of me for the magazine, which meant that I had arrived as a science fiction writer.

This is a major loss to the field. But, at least, Locus will continue.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Jul 15 2009 02:04 PM

[quote="Edgy DC"]Tabloids have been implcitly and explicitly commenting on the attractiveness of murder victims for a very long time. It's probably in the Daily News Style Guide.



And when the suspect is a woman, forget it. Read the Arturo Gatti story!

Edgy DC
Jul 15 2009 02:07 PM
Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Jul 17 2009 11:02 PM

Russell Baker, in his biography, described having the police beat as a young reporter, and working hard on a murder story, knowing they wouldn't print more than the the first two paragraphs if the victim wasn't white, and only print the whole thing if the victim could be described as "statuesque" --- which every reader would understand meant that she had big bosoms.

Benjamin Grimm
Jul 15 2009 02:52 PM

Yeah, I know it's nothing new. But I still don't like it.

And the Arturo Gatti was really over the top. Someone (a "Voicer") even commented on it in the letters section.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Jul 15 2009 03:10 PM

[quote="John Cougar Lunchbucket"][quote="Edgy DC"]Tabloids have been implcitly and explicitly commenting on the attractiveness of murder victims for a very long time. It's probably in the Daily News Style Guide.

And when the suspect is a woman, forget it. Read the Arturo Gatti story! I was on a bus from Jersey at the end of a long day when I read their account-- I started giggling to myself, it was so far over the line. (I recall "sexy stripper-wife" and "busty bombshell.") EDIT:
The stunner's eyes were hidden by giant designer sunglasses as she walked to a police cruiser in low-rise blue jeans and a clingy white top that showed off the toned physique that first caught Gatti's eye.

Here y'are.

Kong76
Jul 17 2009 07:15 PM

Walter Cronkite, 92

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Cronkite

MFS62
Jul 18 2009 07:15 AM

Walter Cronkite reported the news.
He didn't try to become the news.
It was better that way.
He will be missed.
Later

themetfairy
Jul 18 2009 08:16 AM

RIP Uncle Walter.

metirish
Jul 18 2009 08:35 AM

Sorry for your loss metfairy .

Edgy DC
Jul 18 2009 09:02 AM

I think she's referring to her TV uncle.

themetfairy
Jul 18 2009 10:02 AM

Irish - thanks, but Edgy is correct. Those of us of a certain age growing up here in the states often referred to Walter Cronkite as Uncle Walter.

Frayed Knot
Jul 18 2009 11:42 AM

[quote="MFS62":1ejc2798]Walter Cronkite reported the news. He didn't try to become the news.[/quote:1ejc2798]

Except that he very much became part of the news when he opined on-air against the war in Vietnam even though his job description was pretty much just to report on it.

Kong76
Jul 18 2009 12:28 PM

It's funny how most people tend to remember the good ol' days as being
better. I'm about half of 92 in age, and feel old sometimes. It was kinda
weird having 1010am on in the car this morning a couple of times and he
did his sign off thing and gave the date and it was the day before I was born.

Frayed Knot
Jul 19 2009 05:34 PM

Frank McCourt

Fman99
Jul 19 2009 06:29 PM

[quote="Frayed Knot"]Frank McCourt



Recently read "Angela's Ashes." Truly an astounding piece of writing.

cooby
Jul 19 2009 08:29 PM

Truly sad

themetfairy
Jul 19 2009 08:47 PM

Dave Barry's homage to Frank McCourt

Chad Ochoseis
Jul 20 2009 12:08 PM

Loved this bit from Frank McCourt's obit in the NYT.

In 1949, Mr. McCourt, at 19, gathered his savings and boarded a ship for New York and a new life, which began unpromisingly. Finding a job at the Biltmore Hotel in Midtown Manhattan, he was put in charge of the 60 caged canaries in the public rooms. Thirty-nine of them died, whereupon Mr. McCourt taped the lifeless bodies to their perches. The ruse did not work.


- Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.

- PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?

- The Norwegian Blue prefers keepin' on it's back! Remarkable bird, id'nit, squire? Lovely plumage!

- Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.

- Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!

- "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!

- No no! 'E's pining!

- 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!

Frayed Knot
Jul 21 2009 11:22 AM

Gordon Waller 64, cardio-vascular disease - was half of the British Invasion group Peter & Gordon.

Got a nice career boost out of the fact that his sister going out with one Paul McCartney at the time. Later became a producer of records - for James Taylor and Linda Ronstadt among others.

Vic Sage
Jul 22 2009 09:49 AM

[quote="Frayed Knot"]Gordon Waller 64, cardio-vascular disease - was half of the British Invasion group Peter & Gordon. Got a nice career boost out of the fact that his sister going out with one Paul McCartney at the time. Later became a producer of records - for James Taylor and Linda Ronstadt among others.



See this thread for a discussion of the British Invasion, and PETER & GORDON'S place in it:

Tier 4b -- pure hitmeisters of the Mersey beat:
14) Herman's Hermits
15) The Dave Clark Five
16) The Searchers
17) Peter and Gordon
18) Chad & Jeremy


http://cranepoolforum.qwknetllc.com/php ... clark+five

MFS62
Jul 22 2009 01:01 PM

[quote="Frayed Knot"]Gordon Waller 64, cardio-vascular disease - was half of the British Invasion group Peter & Gordon. Got a nice career boost out of the fact that his sister going out with one Paul McCartney at the time. Later became a producer of records - for James Taylor and Linda Ronstadt among others.



I wonder if his will requires that his remains are locked away in a crypt.

Later

Frayed Knot
Jul 22 2009 01:09 PM

Not quite sure I get that one - unless you're making a reference to song lyrics (which mention locking away although not a crypt)

Please lock me away And don't allow the day Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness I don't care what they say, I won't stay In a world without love

MFS62
Jul 22 2009 01:15 PM

Yep.
Obscure R Us.

Good catch,

Later

Chad Ochoseis
Jul 31 2009 07:51 PM

Corazon Aquino, 76

Edgy DC
Jul 31 2009 11:32 PM

An alumna of the College of Mt. St. Vincent in the Bronx.

Nymr83
Aug 06 2009 03:02 PM

John Hughes, director of lots of 80's movies.

Frayed Knot
Aug 06 2009 03:05 PM

Don't you forget about him.

Edgy DC
Aug 06 2009 03:11 PM

[quote="Nymr83":d0uenkl0]John Hughes, director of lots of 80's movies.[/quote:d0uenkl0]

Producer of even more 90s movies.

smg58
Aug 06 2009 04:21 PM

I'm still pissed that the jock and rebel got lucky, while the nerd was totally OK with doing everybody else's homework. Suffice to say I would have written a different ending.

Kong76
Aug 06 2009 04:28 PM

Same nerd got lucky in other flicks (I don't know who directed them).

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Aug 06 2009 06:22 PM

[quote="Nymr83":1tbue0bk]John Hughes, director of lots of 80's movies.[/quote:1tbue0bk]

He died of shame after learning St. Elmo's Fire was invoked in the middle of a winning streak.

RealityChuck
Aug 06 2009 08:08 PM

Hughes's best work were the short stories he wrote for the National Lampoon. He had some good movies, but nothing funnier than "My Penis" and "My Vagina."

The original "Vacation '58" is much better than the movie, too.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Aug 06 2009 09:20 PM

I forgot he wrote "My Vagina" I broke three ribs laughing at that one. I can still remember passages word for word.

edit: I love the Internetz

[url]http://www.tgfa.org/fiction/MyVagina.htm

My Vagina By Larry Taft as told to John Hughes From the April 1979 issue of National Lampoon One morning last winter, um, I woke up and, well, I was asleep and then I woke up, and what I found was, um, well, I woke up, and there it was, and my…what should have been there wasn’t and what was there was…it was…a vagina. I mean, I was a sixteen-year-old guy with a box! I had a damn ugly, hairy woman’s privates and it was gross and sickening, and I was so pissed off I wanted to punch it right in the face! ------ When I went to bed I had a regular guy’s cock and nuts and pubic hair. But when I woke up and looked inside my pajamas, all that stuff was gone and instead I had this…vagina and hardly any hair down there and a butt that was pink and bald. It was so disgusting I’m surprised I didn’t just march downstairs and go out in the garage and not pull up the door and start my mom’s station wagon and die. How could I be a guy when I had a twat? I mean, what was I? Where was my "dick"? Where were my balls? Why did all of this happen? I thought about it a lot and I think what maybe happened was I tried to get high off the gas that’s supposed to be inside a can of whipped cream and I was also smoking a lot of Kools, and I eat real shitty and I always sit too close to the TV and I never read with good light and I…well, like a lot of guys my age I…do a lot of…"self-jacking off." It was either that or God did it. But anyway, there I was with a vagina. Oh, by the way, it isn’t polite to say this and I’m not being conceited, but the dick I used to have was a pretty good one. It wasn’t so big that it was gross and it wasn’t so tiny that it was a joke, and it didn’t have moles or spots on it like that of a guy who was in my gym class two years ago (Jim S.), and it didn’t bend over to one side when it was in a "hard-on." My balls were O.K., too, and my hair was decent and my rear end was normal, and I was overall happy with that stuff and I was super-sorry to see it gone, really. So, like, there I was, you know, on the edge of the bed looking down into my lap, and instead of seeing this thing I just saw this shitty little wad of hair. I wouldn’t exactly say I cried, but I will admit that I felt so bad that my eyes got really runny, and felt sad because, you know, I was All-Conference in three sports and I wanted to eventually get a football scholarship to Michigan State or USC, and I had just bought a motorcycle (Kawasaki) and a new stereo (with Bose speakers, MAC amp, and Nakamichi deck), and I had started to shave, and all my friends were friends because I was a guy, and who the fuck but a girl would ever want to be a girl except a homo and I am not a homo! That’s a fact. Even though I had a pussy I was not a queer! I hate that and I hated it then and I will hate it all of my life, and I looked up "homosexuality" in the dictionary and in a bunch of other books, and having a vagina doesn’t make you a homosexual. Liking guys makes you a homosexual, but you have to like them so much that they are like girls to you (and that is a requirement), and I didn’t so I wasn’t a homo, I swear to God. Well, anyway, there I was. I had this pussy and I was feeling real pissed off because I thought my life was over. Then it occurred to me: like, there was a girl’s thing only about a foot and a half from my eyes and only about two inches from my hand, you know. So I figured that it’s not every day that a guy my age gets to look at an actual living girl’s thing, and as long as I wanted to in the daylight and do to it whatever stuff I wanted to do to it, it was O.K., you know? So I sort of "forgot" about how I was freaking out and I opened the thing up and took a peek. I never saw one in the light. I only felt them in the dark, and, of course, I saw a few hundred in magazines, you now, but never one in the light that was a 3-D one. It was quite a shock to see how big it was. I measured it with a sheet of notebook paper, which is eight-and-one-half inches wide, and it was almost as long as the whole sheet of paper was wide from the top of the hair down to the edge of the butt. A vagina is not like a dick, you know. A dick is just a thing, which is a stick with two balls, and that’s it and it’s real simple. But a vagina is a whole bunch of stuff all crammed in there and buried in a whole bunch of skin and called a vagina although, according to my dictionary, the vagina is only the actual hole part. Starting at the top, which was the closest part to me and which was just a lot of hair: it was a nice V shape and it didn’t spread out all over and become leg hair, like on a guy. It was pretty soft hair, soft of like camel’s hair sport coat material only longer and curlier, and sort of darkish-brownish blond. You know how guys’ hairs are really weirded-out, you know, all twisted up and strange? Girls’ hairs are perfect and cool. O.K., so then I moved down to the middle part and I poked around in there and I found the beginning of the inside skin part. Do you know that the Mississippi River is so small up in Minnesota, where it starts, that you can step over it? That’s sort of like the same with a vagina. It’s very small at the top and then it gets big and complicated. Where I had my thumb was like the "source" and it was just the beginning, and there weren’t any holes or flaps or anything. Just a small curve. Then all the skin started. Boy, is there ever a lot of skin! There is probably enough extra skin down there to make a whole face. It’s all tucked in and wrinkled up, and at first, it doesn’t make any sense. It just looks like somebody got it drunk and just mushed everything in there. That skin is soft of two-tone. It’s fleshish/pinkish outside and then when you get inside it’s redder, like inside-the-mouth skin, and it is very soft and sticky. And it get stickier the closer you get to the hole, and then it’s just "wet." It also can be, like, "molded," and I made a bird shape out of the real long flaps that sort of hang out. Anyhow, it’s all defined into things called, I think, lips, and I think there are about four sets of them, although I’m not sure because they are all attached to each other. Inside all those lips is the actual hole. I’m not sure what all that skin is for except maybe for "show" because, who knows, when we were cavemen maybe guys thought all that stuff looked cool. But anyway, the hole itself isn’t even just a hole. Like, it has lots of ridges and bumps and stuff in it, and it’s not really a hole like a hole in the ground is a hole—it’s more like an opening because it’s sort of closed up, and it moves around and opens up and closes; like if you cough, it shuts and if you yawn, it opens up. It was as deep as a Little League trophy and it stretched, too. So, like, it fit a Magic Marker, and it also stretched big enough to hold a Polaris submarine model. There is a lump up at the end of the hole, and I don’t know what it is exactly because it’s awful dark in there, even if you take the mirror off your desk and lay it on the floor and squat over it and shine a great big hunter’s flashlight up there. But I guess it’s just all that reproduction stuff that girls have. Also, another kind of gross thing about a vagina is that it smells kind of bad. Pardon me for being kind of sickening, but it’s true. I smelled on before on my old girl friend and then it smelled O.K., but I think that when you are a guy and you are real hot and with a girl and you are kissing and feeling and all that, I think your nose gets confused, and a vagina doesn’t smell bad at all—in fact, it smells pretty cool in a kind of gross way. But when you are just a guy and you are by yourself, your vagina reeks. They must all do that because there seems to be a lot of those antiperspirant deodorant sprays for females over by the Kotexes at the grocery store. The other important thing about the vagina was that I located that "little thing." It is so small that you can hardly see it! Which is ridiculous because, man, there’s a lot of room down there for all kinds of stuff that doesn’t even have anything to do with sex. This "little thing" was about as big as the pusher-inner thing on a ball-point pen—it’s that tiny! So that may be why girls are not all that crazy about sex, not like guys are. But anyway, besides being so tiny, it’s also buried in a wad of skin. I had to uncover it to get to the good part, and it’s really good because it’s so sensitive that when I touched it I got a huge shiver! I was a sex shiver, but I think it was also a go-to-the-bathroom shiver because I had to whizz like crazy! "Holding it in" when you are a girl is hard because, where are the hold-it muscles? In a guy they are back near your rear end. So I had to get to the bathroom pretty fast since I didn’t know how to use that thing. I was very glad that my mom and my dad and my sisters were gone, because my sister was in a figure skating thing so I didn’t have to worry about anybody seeing me, which was one good thing so far. By having two sisters and a mom, you know, I knew a little bit about how girls go to the bathroom, and, I know, thank God, that you better sit down because you don’t have anything to point. You just have a little hole, and if you stand up, believe me, it won’t work very well; in fact, it will be a huge mess. Sitting down is the stupidest way in the world to take a leak. It’s over so fast you don’t have time to read or anything, and like, what do you do with your hands? Another thing about sitting down is that you get everything wet and you have to waste a lot of toilet paper. Also a vagina makes a rude sound when you use it to go to the bathroom. It’s like this—fiiiiiiiissssssss, fiss, fiss, fiiiiiiiissssssss. It’s a typical girl’s sound, real high and dainty and gross. Well, after getting the go-to-the-bathroom business out of the way, I decided to have a look at myself in the big mirror on the back of the door and look at my whole body. I took off my pajama bottoms and then my top and then I got more bad news! I had two tits! Shit! What a fucking pain in the ass this whole thing was turning into—next thing I knew I would be down in the basement doing a load of laundry with my mom! Well, at least nobody in my family except my Grandma Jessie, who had torpedo tits but is dead now, has large tits, so I was flat like my mom and sisters. But…I had big brown nipples. I wouldn’t have anything to do with the girls who had brown nipples myself. I personally consider that a deformity and if I ever found out that my wife had them I would get a divorce. Plus, they were huge and lopsided! So, not only did I get screwed by having tits in the first place, but I also got screwed by having gross ones. Just my luck! I looked at myself and it was weird. I had muscular-type arms (with the kind of veins that stick out from working out with weights) and hairy pits like normal and good shoulders and neck, and then these smallish tits with big nipples, and a belly button and good stomach ripples and no hair on my check below my stomach or below my belly button, and then…the vagina. My legs were slimmer than they used to be, I think. When I turned around and looked at my butt it was real neat. I kind of liked it. It was real round and, well, it was pink and cute and there wasn’t any hair on it and it was just…cute. It was a girl’s cute little butt. Anyway, you know, that got boring real fast, just looking in the mirror, so I kind of walked back to my room and I looked around to see if I walked like a girl does and I did, sort of. Then I went into my room. Then what I did was…well, I think, but I’m not sure, what I think I did was what would still be considered "jacking off." It felt pretty good and I had an "orgasm," but I wasn’t doing it just to jack off. It was more like an experiment that kind of turned into jacking off, only with a girl’s vagina it’s more like "rubbing off" because there’s nothing to jack. What I did at first was pretend my hand was me and my vagina was this girl friend I used to have so I could sort of see what it was like for her what I did to her when we were on dates and once at her parents’ cottage up north. I think it must have felt lousy because what I did seemed like it had been good, but it wasn’t at all. It doesn’t feel that great to have somebody shoving their finger in and out of you real fast, and it doesn’t feel good at all to get your breasts squeezed and pinched. What does feel good is just old-fashioned rubbing down there. You don’t have to fool around with the hole at all because it doesn’t have hardly any nerves, so don’t waste your time. I know, because later on I tried a lot of stuff, like carrots and candles and hot dogs and breakfast links and one of those toilet paper holder things and rolled up Cliff Notes (Brave New World) and bananas and a cucumber and a hairbrush handle and even an old GI Joe’s head, and none of them made me have an orgasm. The hole is just for "intercourse" with men. So, I was rubbing away and then, all of a sudden, I hit the jackpot, and my legs started jumping around and my hips started going back and forth automatically and there was this tremendous tickle feeling up my butt and then zing! It was over, but then another one started coming. Zing! Zing! Zing! Zing! More and more! Note like a guy’s at all! Smaller, but tons and tons of them! Guys’ are over right away and that’s the end of it, and you don’t ever want to do it again in your whole life and you feel like a slob and girls are revolting to think about and you want to just burn the magazine you were looking at, you know. But not with a vagina! You can keep going and going and going and there isn’t even any mess to clean up. All the messy stuff goes on inside. Also no "hard-on" is required, you know. You’re ready to do it any time of the day or the night—it’s really pretty cool. And there is no way for anybody to tell that you did it because there’s nothing to poke out of your pajamas. Finally, I had to stop because all that feeling good was starting to feel bad, and I was getting sort of afraid that I might have a heart attack or something. When I looked at the clock, I couldn’t believe it! I had been masturbating that thing for almost three hours and, boy, was it sore! Also, it was almost time to go to my swim meet, which was real important, and I would be in a lot of trouble if I missed it, and I’d let down all the guys on the team and they’d be pissed off. So I washed my hands about fifty times until they smelled like hands again, and then I got dressed. But my shirt scratched up my nipples and my underpants didn’t fit because there wasn’t a guy’s "thing" to fill it up right. I figured I better wear a bra or I might make my tits bleed or something, or I could get cancer or who knows, I sure didn’t! It was really creepy and weird to be going through my sister’s underpants and bras and boyfriends’ letters drawer looking for a bra to wear. There were a whole bunch of them, so I picked out the lightest-weight one that wouldn’t show the most, and it was one of those real thin ones and it was O.K. except, how do you put it on? They are real easy to fasten and unfasten when you are holding them in your hand, but when you put them on and put your bosoms in the holders you can’t reach behind you far enough to fasten them, which I think is stupid unless women have longer arms and narrower backs. I tried and tried and it was no use, so finally I just had to fasten it, then lay it on the floor, and then step into it and pull it up over my legs and my hips and my stomach and then my chest, and then stick my bosoms in. But that kind of stretched it out and tore it a little in the middle between the holders. Boy, what a pain! I decided that I may as well take a pair of underpants as long as I was in her drawer and feeling creepy anyway. At first, I didn’t think I would wear any underpants at all, but if you have a vagina you have to wear underpants because those things leak all the time. I found a nice pair of red ones with a little kitten sewed on the butt. They were real soft and smooth and silky and cool, and they were much better than guys’ underpants, and I thought it’s too bad that guys don’t get a chance to appreciate really nice underwear, except I guess if guys wore this kind of underwear they’d just spend too much time thinking about how good their underpants felt and they wouldn’t get their work done and they’d get fired. By the way, if I had had my regular guy’s "thing," I would have gotten a hard-on when I looked at myself in my sister’s mirror, because without my arms and my head and my feet I was a pretty cool-looking girl. So I was all ready to go and I went out to the garage to get my motorcycle. I had a lot of trouble just holding it up, and kicking it over was almost impossible for me because I was just weaker, it seemed, than I was before, and I didn’t know if it was because I spent so much time masturbating the vagina, or that I didn’t eat breakfast, or that maybe I was losing my muscles as part of the deal getting a vagina in the first place. But after I got it going I had another problem. I was sitting right on top of my "little thing" and the motorcycle was vibrating. That made me have more orgasms, and I just sat there and revved the engine for about ten minutes enjoying it until I was afraid that it would blow up. Then I had to ride, and it’s pretty dangerous to drive a motorcycle when you are having non-stop orgasms, especially making a left-hand turn when you are moaning and your hips are moving automatically. I almost creamed myself by running into a truck because I didn’t want to let up on the gas since the vibrations were just perfect. It is no surprise to me why there aren’t any girls motorcycle gangs or motorcycle cops. I made it to school, but almost not, and my bottom was soaking wet. I had two problems with the swim meet. Actually, I had three, but number three was the problem of changing into my bathing suit in front of the other guys (and that problem went away because I was late because I went around the parking lot a couple of extra times to finish off my last orgasm). The other two problems were hiding my tits and not having a lump to make it look like I had my regular guy’s "thing" when I put on my bathing suit. We wear little thin bathing suits and your thing shows a lot, so to not have your thing show would make people suspicious, and the last thing I needed was to have the whole school know about my vagina, so I put a sock in there, took off my bra, and put my shirt back on and wore it into the pool area and didn’t take it off—and that covered up my tits. The coach was pissed, but I was in the next race they were just about to start so he couldn’t be pissed at me for too long. Anyway, I walked over to the edge of the pool and bent over like I was going to dive in with my arms in front of me, and I took off the shirt and I sort of tossed it to the side (but close enough so I could get it when the race was over), and I just stayed in that tucked position so that no one would see my tits or my brown nipples. Except that this dipshit guy from the other school took forever to get ready, and I must have looked like a real jerk being all tucked under and ready to begin the race three or four minutes before we started. Then when we started the race I was so stiff I could hardly keep up, but that was my smallest problem as it turned out. When I hit that warm water something happened to my stomach and it started to hurt, and when I got to the end of the pool the coach was waving his arms like crazy, and when I finished going into my first turn I saw what he was waving at! It was red and it was a big cloud in the water and—guess what—it was coming out of me. I had my period! Holy shit! I wanted to drown! I was treading water with my period and my tits and my vagina, and about 100 people were all watching me! Somehow I had enough brains at the time to swim over to where my shirt was and I covered my tits, and the coach came running over and he was real concerned. I told him I had an infected pimple on my groin and that it was bleeding, and he got kind of mad at me for not telling him because of the dangers of spreading infection and all that crap. Then he said to go get dressed and see my family doctor and not to get blood poisoning. I was so glad to get out of there! But I wasn’t that glad because I still had my period an I had a long way to go to get home. But after just a couple of minutes I knew I would never make it home unless I did something that was so horrible and embarrassing that I almost didn’t do it. Do you know what it’s like to go into a girls bathroom when you are not a girl? It’s awful, but where else can a guy get a Kotex? I hurried down the hall as fast as I could with a whole towel stuffed in my pants. I went across the hall and through the cafeteria to the girls’ bathroom way over by the music room where there wouldn’t be anybody, and there wasn’t anybody so I was happy about that. There were two machines in there. One for Kotexes and the other was for Tampaxes. I didn’t know anything about that stuff (my only experience with female hygiene was filling up a sink and soaking them to see how big they get), and I didn’t know what to do then, but I bought one of each. They were only ten cents apiece, which was pretty cheap. I am not a moron, it’s just that when a guy gets his period he’s really out of it because that period stuff isn’t taught to guys, and girls don’t talk about it. It’s one of the "female mysteries." Even the fat, ugly girls don’t tell you anything about it. But then, how many guys ever think they’re going to get their period? Anyway, I know that the object of a Kotex is to soak up stuff, and so it has to go in the hole. And that also is the object of a Tampax, which is much, much smaller than a Kotex and is shaped a little different but is made out of the same stuff and smells like toilet paper, too. So it was obvious that the Kotex must go in the vagina hole because that hold was the biggest of the holes down there, and the Tampax must go in the rear end because it was smaller. The third hole is for taking a leak, but it’s so tiny that I don’t know what you could shove up there, and I never saw a commercial for anything smaller than a Tampax so I just left it alone. Now I know why there are couches in girls’ bathrooms. You need them to lay down on to get the Kotex in your vagina and the Tampax in your butt. A Kotex, you know, is about as big as half a box of Kleenex, and it doesn’t slide too well. But anyway, after shoving for about ten minutes I got most of it up there. Getting the Tampax in my ass was a little easier but it hurt more. So there I was with this giant wad of stuff in my vagina and another wad in my rear end. I guessed it was all fixed up, but it sure was hard to walk normal with all that crap in my holes. No wonder women get so crabby when they get their periods. I was pretty crabby myself about having to go through all that, and I felt real sorry for all the girls and I also felt pissed off at the female period supply companies for making their products too big and too hard to put in and not slippery enough. Anyway, I got home and everything, and by about 4:00 my period stopped and I took a bubble bath. My parents came home about 5:00. It was real weird being around my dad when I had a vagina. But it wasn’t so weird around my mom, and I helped her cook dinner, which was fun. I made the frozen peas and mashed up the potatoes and I did really good, and it wasn’t boring or anything, which was neat. During dinner I got a phone call. It was my best friend, Dan. He asked how my groin, which was bleeding at the swim meet, was and I said it was O.K. and it was just nothing and it was all gone away, and he asked if I was still going to go with him and Jeff and Steve and Steve’s cousin, who goes to junior college, and I said no, and he got pissed off because before I said I would and I said no again, and he asked why not, but I couldn’t tell him the real reason why so I said O.K. and he said, "Great! We’re going to get high and look for girls." I finished dinner, and my sister Kristen, gave me a whole bunch of shit about hogging the bathroom and leaving hair in the sink, and I started to cry and my mom told Kristen to shut up, and I went upstairs to steal another pair of her underpants, because the other ones were buried in the back yard along with my pants. By the way, don’t flush Kotexes down the toilet, because they back it up, which is what happened in our downstairs bathroom, and there was a big fight between my dad and my younger sister, Mandy, who is thirteen, for flushing Kotex, and she screamed, "I don’t have my time of the month, it’s Kristen!" And Kristen screamed back, but louder because she is nineteen and really an asshole, "I don’t even use Kotex, you little shit!" That earned her no car for two weeks, and finally my old man got so embarrassed listening to his daughters fight about periods that he left and said he was going to the hardware store to buy some washers for his sailboat. Boy, what would he have done if he knew it was my Kotex that caused the trouble? I was not in love with the idea of going out with all those guys, but at about 8:00 they showed up, and while I took one last look at my face and hair and checked to see if there was anything up my nose, the guys joked around downstairs with my dad. Finally, my dad got sick of them and yelled at me to come down, and I did. I was the last guy to be picked up so I had to sit in the back seat in the middle, which is not a great place to sit. I had Steve on one side of me and Steve’s cousin, who goes to junior college, Jim, on the other side. Up in front Dan was driving and Jeff was shotgunned, and there was a case of Stroh’s beer in the middle. We smoked some joints and drank and talked and listened to Ace Frehley’s solo album (he is the guy who plays lead for KISS), which I used to love but suddenly did not love anymore, and I think I would have rather listened to Fleetwood Mac or Chuck Mangione or the Bee Gees, but even though I didn’t like the music, I still sort of sang along with it like my sisters do. Jim told me to shut up. It hurt my feelings real bad, and I almost wanted to cry. I was real quiet (except for singing that time) because my vagina was sort of pulsating and throbbing. I think it was doing that because of the Kotex being up there before, and also my butt was in pain. Everybody wanted to know why I was so quiet and I said I didn’t feel too good. I you ever want a bunch of guys my age to leave you alone, don’t tell them you don’t feel too good, because if they know that something is wrong they will attack you and take advantage of you and try to make you feel worse, which is just what Jeff did when he turned around in the seat and looked right at my face and said, "Ass Patrol on alert!" "Alright!" Dan shouted. And I freaked out inside. Ass Patrol is the same as mooning, and mooning is hanging your ass out of a car window, and I couldn’t hang my ass out of the window because (a) I was wearing my sister’s underpants, and (b) the vagina was right in front of my ass. "It’s your turn, Larry," Dan said. "Flash flesh." "I can’t," I said. "I have a cold." "Bullshit!" "Fuck you!" No matter how much I said no they said yes, and they would have pulled my pants down and shoved my ass out (they were so drunk and high), and the dangerous part about that is when you are going sixty-five miles an hour and a bunch of drunk guys are trying to get your butt out the window, you can fall out and die or get into a crash and have to die with your pants down and have people laugh at you for the rest of your life—and even laugh louder when you have a vagina! So I said I would do it then. On top of everything terrible that had happened, Steve’s cousin said, "Why don’t we moon the drive-in window at the Burger King?" Everybody through that was the coolest thing they ever heard, and we turned around and headed back for the Burger King. One good thing was that it gave me time to figure out how to put my ass out without revealing my sister’s underpants or the vagina and also to get my pants ready so that I could do it quietly and get it over with. Except everything got fucked up because Dan was too busy trying to watch and not busy enough driving, and he crashed into the Burger King and I flew forward into the front seat and I hit my head on the ashtray. I knew I was in big trouble because I could see four faces staring at the beaver I was flashing. "It’s a cunt!" "Larry’s got a cunt!" "It’s real!" I didn’t do anything except almost shit in my pants, which were down by my knees. And do you know what else? All the people who worked at the Burger King were crowded in the window looking at my vagina. I think they must have thought I was a girl but still, shit, that’s super embarrassing! Dan suddenly got smart and saw that he was going to get into trouble for hitting a Burger King, so he pulled out into the street and swerved to miss a car and we were gone. "Far out!" Steve said. "It’s incredible, look at it!" I just laid there, mainly because of the position I was in I couldn’t do anything else. My head was down on the floor and my back was on the beer and my legs were hanging over the back seat, and there was a guy on either side of me and two guys in the back about a foot from my vagina, just staring like morons. Then the guy from junior college reached out and touched it. "Get out of there!" I screamed! "Where’s your dork?" Jeff asked me. "What’s happened to you?" Dan said. Then the guy from junior college tried to open my legs up, and I kicked him but he just started laughing like an animal and then he made me faint when he said, "Let’s fuck Larry!" Oh, God! I was in deep-shit trouble! When I woke up, the car was parked at the golf course and my pants were completely off. I tried to get up but no one would help me. "You can’t fuck me!" I said. "I am a guy!" That sort of slowed them down, and they were all quiet for a minute and then Dan said that I was right. But then Jeff said, "If he’s a guy, what’s he doing with that!" "You know what?" Steve said, like he suddenly figured out what was going on but he really didn’t, "Larry’s a girl who’s been pretending to be a guy and has always been girl!" "I have not," I said. "You guys have seen my…" Nope, I never had gym with any of those guys and as far as I knew they never saw my "thing" out in the open, and it didn’t make any difference because they were so drunk and high that I think I could have been a zebra and they wouldn’t have known it. "I don’t want to take any chances on being a homo," Dan said. "It’s a vagina, dumb shit!" Jeff said. "You can’t be a homo if it’s a vagina." "Yeah," Dan said, "I guess so." "Let’s do it," Steve said. "Is it O.K. with you, Larry?" "No!" I screamed! I was scared shit and I was struggling like crazy and normally I could have whipped those guys in about one and a half minutes, but I just didn’t have any muscles left. I have to admit this and it’s really gross and disgusting and horrible and a nightmare but…my friends all fucked me. Everything worked out O.K., I guess. I never talked to those guys again and they never talked to me, either, and then my Dad got transferred to California and we moved there in the summer, so I don’t know what happened to them, except I heard that Steve’s cousin joined the navy and got thrown out for setting fire to a guy’s bed. The vagina went away after a few months. The "little thing" just got bigger and bigger until one day it was my regular guy’s thing again. It doesn’t bother me any more that I had the vagina. I mean, it didn’t make me insane or anything. I guess the worst thing that happened was that I had to use up most of my money I was saving for new skis and waste my Easter vacation having to get an abortion. THE END

MFS62
Aug 07 2009 07:40 AM

Thanks, had never read that before. And it immediately made me like his writing better than his movies.

Later

Fman99
Aug 07 2009 08:12 AM

[quote="John Cougar Lunchbucket"]I forgot he wrote "My Vagina" I broke three ribs laughing at that one. I can still remember passages word for word. edit: I love the Internetz [url]http://www.tgfa.org/fiction/MyVagina.htm
My Vagina By Larry Taft as told to John Hughes From the April 1979 issue of National Lampoon One morning last winter, um, I woke up and, well, I was asleep and then I woke up, and what I found was, um, well, I woke up, and there it was, and my…what should have been there wasn’t and what was there was…it was…a vagina. I mean, I was a sixteen-year-old guy with a box! I had a damn ugly, hairy woman’s privates and it was gross and sickening, and I was so pissed off I wanted to punch it right in the face! ------ When I went to bed I had a regular guy’s cock and nuts and pubic hair. But when I woke up and looked inside my pajamas, all that stuff was gone and instead I had this…vagina and hardly any hair down there and a butt that was pink and bald. It was so disgusting I’m surprised I didn’t just march downstairs and go out in the garage and not pull up the door and start my mom’s station wagon and die. How could I be a guy when I had a twat? I mean, what was I? Where was my "dick"? Where were my balls? Why did all of this happen? I thought about it a lot and I think what maybe happened was I tried to get high off the gas that’s supposed to be inside a can of whipped cream and I was also smoking a lot of Kools, and I eat real shitty and I always sit too close to the TV and I never read with good light and I…well, like a lot of guys my age I…do a lot of…"self-jacking off." It was either that or God did it. But anyway, there I was with a vagina. Oh, by the way, it isn’t polite to say this and I’m not being conceited, but the dick I used to have was a pretty good one. It wasn’t so big that it was gross and it wasn’t so tiny that it was a joke, and it didn’t have moles or spots on it like that of a guy who was in my gym class two years ago (Jim S.), and it didn’t bend over to one side when it was in a "hard-on." My balls were O.K., too, and my hair was decent and my rear end was normal, and I was overall happy with that stuff and I was super-sorry to see it gone, really. So, like, there I was, you know, on the edge of the bed looking down into my lap, and instead of seeing this thing I just saw this shitty little wad of hair. I wouldn’t exactly say I cried, but I will admit that I felt so bad that my eyes got really runny, and felt sad because, you know, I was All-Conference in three sports and I wanted to eventually get a football scholarship to Michigan State or USC, and I had just bought a motorcycle (Kawasaki) and a new stereo (with Bose speakers, MAC amp, and Nakamichi deck), and I had started to shave, and all my friends were friends because I was a guy, and who the fuck but a girl would ever want to be a girl except a homo and I am not a homo! That’s a fact. Even though I had a pussy I was not a queer! I hate that and I hated it then and I will hate it all of my life, and I looked up "homosexuality" in the dictionary and in a bunch of other books, and having a vagina doesn’t make you a homosexual. Liking guys makes you a homosexual, but you have to like them so much that they are like girls to you (and that is a requirement), and I didn’t so I wasn’t a homo, I swear to God. Well, anyway, there I was. I had this pussy and I was feeling real pissed off because I thought my life was over. Then it occurred to me: like, there was a girl’s thing only about a foot and a half from my eyes and only about two inches from my hand, you know. So I figured that it’s not every day that a guy my age gets to look at an actual living girl’s thing, and as long as I wanted to in the daylight and do to it whatever stuff I wanted to do to it, it was O.K., you know? So I sort of "forgot" about how I was freaking out and I opened the thing up and took a peek. I never saw one in the light. I only felt them in the dark, and, of course, I saw a few hundred in magazines, you now, but never one in the light that was a 3-D one. It was quite a shock to see how big it was. I measured it with a sheet of notebook paper, which is eight-and-one-half inches wide, and it was almost as long as the whole sheet of paper was wide from the top of the hair down to the edge of the butt. A vagina is not like a dick, you know. A dick is just a thing, which is a stick with two balls, and that’s it and it’s real simple. But a vagina is a whole bunch of stuff all crammed in there and buried in a whole bunch of skin and called a vagina although, according to my dictionary, the vagina is only the actual hole part. Starting at the top, which was the closest part to me and which was just a lot of hair: it was a nice V shape and it didn’t spread out all over and become leg hair, like on a guy. It was pretty soft hair, soft of like camel’s hair sport coat material only longer and curlier, and sort of darkish-brownish blond. You know how guys’ hairs are really weirded-out, you know, all twisted up and strange? Girls’ hairs are perfect and cool. O.K., so then I moved down to the middle part and I poked around in there and I found the beginning of the inside skin part. Do you know that the Mississippi River is so small up in Minnesota, where it starts, that you can step over it? That’s sort of like the same with a vagina. It’s very small at the top and then it gets big and complicated. Where I had my thumb was like the "source" and it was just the beginning, and there weren’t any holes or flaps or anything. Just a small curve. Then all the skin started. Boy, is there ever a lot of skin! There is probably enough extra skin down there to make a whole face. It’s all tucked in and wrinkled up, and at first, it doesn’t make any sense. It just looks like somebody got it drunk and just mushed everything in there. That skin is soft of two-tone. It’s fleshish/pinkish outside and then when you get inside it’s redder, like inside-the-mouth skin, and it is very soft and sticky. And it get stickier the closer you get to the hole, and then it’s just "wet." It also can be, like, "molded," and I made a bird shape out of the real long flaps that sort of hang out. Anyhow, it’s all defined into things called, I think, lips, and I think there are about four sets of them, although I’m not sure because they are all attached to each other. Inside all those lips is the actual hole. I’m not sure what all that skin is for except maybe for "show" because, who knows, when we were cavemen maybe guys thought all that stuff looked cool. But anyway, the hole itself isn’t even just a hole. Like, it has lots of ridges and bumps and stuff in it, and it’s not really a hole like a hole in the ground is a hole—it’s more like an opening because it’s sort of closed up, and it moves around and opens up and closes; like if you cough, it shuts and if you yawn, it opens up. It was as deep as a Little League trophy and it stretched, too. So, like, it fit a Magic Marker, and it also stretched big enough to hold a Polaris submarine model. There is a lump up at the end of the hole, and I don’t know what it is exactly because it’s awful dark in there, even if you take the mirror off your desk and lay it on the floor and squat over it and shine a great big hunter’s flashlight up there. But I guess it’s just all that reproduction stuff that girls have. Also, another kind of gross thing about a vagina is that it smells kind of bad. Pardon me for being kind of sickening, but it’s true. I smelled on before on my old girl friend and then it smelled O.K., but I think that when you are a guy and you are real hot and with a girl and you are kissing and feeling and all that, I think your nose gets confused, and a vagina doesn’t smell bad at all—in fact, it smells pretty cool in a kind of gross way. But when you are just a guy and you are by yourself, your vagina reeks. They must all do that because there seems to be a lot of those antiperspirant deodorant sprays for females over by the Kotexes at the grocery store. The other important thing about the vagina was that I located that "little thing." It is so small that you can hardly see it! Which is ridiculous because, man, there’s a lot of room down there for all kinds of stuff that doesn’t even have anything to do with sex. This "little thing" was about as big as the pusher-inner thing on a ball-point pen—it’s that tiny! So that may be why girls are not all that crazy about sex, not like guys are. But anyway, besides being so tiny, it’s also buried in a wad of skin. I had to uncover it to get to the good part, and it’s really good because it’s so sensitive that when I touched it I got a huge shiver! I was a sex shiver, but I think it was also a go-to-the-bathroom shiver because I had to whizz like crazy! "Holding it in" when you are a girl is hard because, where are the hold-it muscles? In a guy they are back near your rear end. So I had to get to the bathroom pretty fast since I didn’t know how to use that thing. I was very glad that my mom and my dad and my sisters were gone, because my sister was in a figure skating thing so I didn’t have to worry about anybody seeing me, which was one good thing so far. By having two sisters and a mom, you know, I knew a little bit about how girls go to the bathroom, and, I know, thank God, that you better sit down because you don’t have anything to point. You just have a little hole, and if you stand up, believe me, it won’t work very well; in fact, it will be a huge mess. Sitting down is the stupidest way in the world to take a leak. It’s over so fast you don’t have time to read or anything, and like, what do you do with your hands? Another thing about sitting down is that you get everything wet and you have to waste a lot of toilet paper. Also a vagina makes a rude sound when you use it to go to the bathroom. It’s like this—fiiiiiiiissssssss, fiss, fiss, fiiiiiiiissssssss. It’s a typical girl’s sound, real high and dainty and gross. Well, after getting the go-to-the-bathroom business out of the way, I decided to have a look at myself in the big mirror on the back of the door and look at my whole body. I took off my pajama bottoms and then my top and then I got more bad news! I had two tits! Shit! What a fucking pain in the ass this whole thing was turning into—next thing I knew I would be down in the basement doing a load of laundry with my mom! Well, at least nobody in my family except my Grandma Jessie, who had torpedo tits but is dead now, has large tits, so I was flat like my mom and sisters. But…I had big brown nipples. I wouldn’t have anything to do with the girls who had brown nipples myself. I personally consider that a deformity and if I ever found out that my wife had them I would get a divorce. Plus, they were huge and lopsided! So, not only did I get screwed by having tits in the first place, but I also got screwed by having gross ones. Just my luck! I looked at myself and it was weird. I had muscular-type arms (with the kind of veins that stick out from working out with weights) and hairy pits like normal and good shoulders and neck, and then these smallish tits with big nipples, and a belly button and good stomach ripples and no hair on my check below my stomach or below my belly button, and then…the vagina. My legs were slimmer than they used to be, I think. When I turned around and looked at my butt it was real neat. I kind of liked it. It was real round and, well, it was pink and cute and there wasn’t any hair on it and it was just…cute. It was a girl’s cute little butt. Anyway, you know, that got boring real fast, just looking in the mirror, so I kind of walked back to my room and I looked around to see if I walked like a girl does and I did, sort of. Then I went into my room. Then what I did was…well, I think, but I’m not sure, what I think I did was what would still be considered "jacking off." It felt pretty good and I had an "orgasm," but I wasn’t doing it just to jack off. It was more like an experiment that kind of turned into jacking off, only with a girl’s vagina it’s more like "rubbing off" because there’s nothing to jack. What I did at first was pretend my hand was me and my vagina was this girl friend I used to have so I could sort of see what it was like for her what I did to her when we were on dates and once at her parents’ cottage up north. I think it must have felt lousy because what I did seemed like it had been good, but it wasn’t at all. It doesn’t feel that great to have somebody shoving their finger in and out of you real fast, and it doesn’t feel good at all to get your breasts squeezed and pinched. What does feel good is just old-fashioned rubbing down there. You don’t have to fool around with the hole at all because it doesn’t have hardly any nerves, so don’t waste your time. I know, because later on I tried a lot of stuff, like carrots and candles and hot dogs and breakfast links and one of those toilet paper holder things and rolled up Cliff Notes (Brave New World) and bananas and a cucumber and a hairbrush handle and even an old GI Joe’s head, and none of them made me have an orgasm. The hole is just for "intercourse" with men. So, I was rubbing away and then, all of a sudden, I hit the jackpot, and my legs started jumping around and my hips started going back and forth automatically and there was this tremendous tickle feeling up my butt and then zing! It was over, but then another one started coming. Zing! Zing! Zing! Zing! More and more! Note like a guy’s at all! Smaller, but tons and tons of them! Guys’ are over right away and that’s the end of it, and you don’t ever want to do it again in your whole life and you feel like a slob and girls are revolting to think about and you want to just burn the magazine you were looking at, you know. But not with a vagina! You can keep going and going and going and there isn’t even any mess to clean up. All the messy stuff goes on inside. Also no "hard-on" is required, you know. You’re ready to do it any time of the day or the night—it’s really pretty cool. And there is no way for anybody to tell that you did it because there’s nothing to poke out of your pajamas. Finally, I had to stop because all that feeling good was starting to feel bad, and I was getting sort of afraid that I might have a heart attack or something. When I looked at the clock, I couldn’t believe it! I had been masturbating that thing for almost three hours and, boy, was it sore! Also, it was almost time to go to my swim meet, which was real important, and I would be in a lot of trouble if I missed it, and I’d let down all the guys on the team and they’d be pissed off. So I washed my hands about fifty times until they smelled like hands again, and then I got dressed. But my shirt scratched up my nipples and my underpants didn’t fit because there wasn’t a guy’s "thing" to fill it up right. I figured I better wear a bra or I might make my tits bleed or something, or I could get cancer or who knows, I sure didn’t! It was really creepy and weird to be going through my sister’s underpants and bras and boyfriends’ letters drawer looking for a bra to wear. There were a whole bunch of them, so I picked out the lightest-weight one that wouldn’t show the most, and it was one of those real thin ones and it was O.K. except, how do you put it on? They are real easy to fasten and unfasten when you are holding them in your hand, but when you put them on and put your bosoms in the holders you can’t reach behind you far enough to fasten them, which I think is stupid unless women have longer arms and narrower backs. I tried and tried and it was no use, so finally I just had to fasten it, then lay it on the floor, and then step into it and pull it up over my legs and my hips and my stomach and then my chest, and then stick my bosoms in. But that kind of stretched it out and tore it a little in the middle between the holders. Boy, what a pain! I decided that I may as well take a pair of underpants as long as I was in her drawer and feeling creepy anyway. At first, I didn’t think I would wear any underpants at all, but if you have a vagina you have to wear underpants because those things leak all the time. I found a nice pair of red ones with a little kitten sewed on the butt. They were real soft and smooth and silky and cool, and they were much better than guys’ underpants, and I thought it’s too bad that guys don’t get a chance to appreciate really nice underwear, except I guess if guys wore this kind of underwear they’d just spend too much time thinking about how good their underpants felt and they wouldn’t get their work done and they’d get fired. By the way, if I had had my regular guy’s "thing," I would have gotten a hard-on when I looked at myself in my sister’s mirror, because without my arms and my head and my feet I was a pretty cool-looking girl. So I was all ready to go and I went out to the garage to get my motorcycle. I had a lot of trouble just holding it up, and kicking it over was almost impossible for me because I was just weaker, it seemed, than I was before, and I didn’t know if it was because I spent so much time masturbating the vagina, or that I didn’t eat breakfast, or that maybe I was losing my muscles as part of the deal getting a vagina in the first place. But after I got it going I had another problem. I was sitting right on top of my "little thing" and the motorcycle was vibrating. That made me have more orgasms, and I just sat there and revved the engine for about ten minutes enjoying it until I was afraid that it would blow up. Then I had to ride, and it’s pretty dangerous to drive a motorcycle when you are having non-stop orgasms, especially making a left-hand turn when you are moaning and your hips are moving automatically. I almost creamed myself by running into a truck because I didn’t want to let up on the gas since the vibrations were just perfect. It is no surprise to me why there aren’t any girls motorcycle gangs or motorcycle cops. I made it to school, but almost not, and my bottom was soaking wet. I had two problems with the swim meet. Actually, I had three, but number three was the problem of changing into my bathing suit in front of the other guys (and that problem went away because I was late because I went around the parking lot a couple of extra times to finish off my last orgasm). The other two problems were hiding my tits and not having a lump to make it look like I had my regular guy’s "thing" when I put on my bathing suit. We wear little thin bathing suits and your thing shows a lot, so to not have your thing show would make people suspicious, and the last thing I needed was to have the whole school know about my vagina, so I put a sock in there, took off my bra, and put my shirt back on and wore it into the pool area and didn’t take it off—and that covered up my tits. The coach was pissed, but I was in the next race they were just about to start so he couldn’t be pissed at me for too long. Anyway, I walked over to the edge of the pool and bent over like I was going to dive in with my arms in front of me, and I took off the shirt and I sort of tossed it to the side (but close enough so I could get it when the race was over), and I just stayed in that tucked position so that no one would see my tits or my brown nipples. Except that this dipshit guy from the other school took forever to get ready, and I must have looked like a real jerk being all tucked under and ready to begin the race three or four minutes before we started. Then when we started the race I was so stiff I could hardly keep up, but that was my smallest problem as it turned out. When I hit that warm water something happened to my stomach and it started to hurt, and when I got to the end of the pool the coach was waving his arms like crazy, and when I finished going into my first turn I saw what he was waving at! It was red and it was a big cloud in the water and—guess what—it was coming out of me. I had my period! Holy shit! I wanted to drown! I was treading water with my period and my tits and my vagina, and about 100 people were all watching me! Somehow I had enough brains at the time to swim over to where my shirt was and I covered my tits, and the coach came running over and he was real concerned. I told him I had an infected pimple on my groin and that it was bleeding, and he got kind of mad at me for not telling him because of the dangers of spreading infection and all that crap. Then he said to go get dressed and see my family doctor and not to get blood poisoning. I was so glad to get out of there! But I wasn’t that glad because I still had my period an I had a long way to go to get home. But after just a couple of minutes I knew I would never make it home unless I did something that was so horrible and embarrassing that I almost didn’t do it. Do you know what it’s like to go into a girls bathroom when you are not a girl? It’s awful, but where else can a guy get a Kotex? I hurried down the hall as fast as I could with a whole towel stuffed in my pants. I went across the hall and through the cafeteria to the girls’ bathroom way over by the music room where there wouldn’t be anybody, and there wasn’t anybody so I was happy about that. There were two machines in there. One for Kotexes and the other was for Tampaxes. I didn’t know anything about that stuff (my only experience with female hygiene was filling up a sink and soaking them to see how big they get), and I didn’t know what to do then, but I bought one of each. They were only ten cents apiece, which was pretty cheap. I am not a moron, it’s just that when a guy gets his period he’s really out of it because that period stuff isn’t taught to guys, and girls don’t talk about it. It’s one of the "female mysteries." Even the fat, ugly girls don’t tell you anything about it. But then, how many guys ever think they’re going to get their period? Anyway, I know that the object of a Kotex is to soak up stuff, and so it has to go in the hole. And that also is the object of a Tampax, which is much, much smaller than a Kotex and is shaped a little different but is made out of the same stuff and smells like toilet paper, too. So it was obvious that the Kotex must go in the vagina hole because that hold was the biggest of the holes down there, and the Tampax must go in the rear end because it was smaller. The third hole is for taking a leak, but it’s so tiny that I don’t know what you could shove up there, and I never saw a commercial for anything smaller than a Tampax so I just left it alone. Now I know why there are couches in girls’ bathrooms. You need them to lay down on to get the Kotex in your vagina and the Tampax in your butt. A Kotex, you know, is about as big as half a box of Kleenex, and it doesn’t slide too well. But anyway, after shoving for about ten minutes I got most of it up there. Getting the Tampax in my ass was a little easier but it hurt more. So there I was with this giant wad of stuff in my vagina and another wad in my rear end. I guessed it was all fixed up, but it sure was hard to walk normal with all that crap in my holes. No wonder women get so crabby when they get their periods. I was pretty crabby myself about having to go through all that, and I felt real sorry for all the girls and I also felt pissed off at the female period supply companies for making their products too big and too hard to put in and not slippery enough. Anyway, I got home and everything, and by about 4:00 my period stopped and I took a bubble bath. My parents came home about 5:00. It was real weird being around my dad when I had a vagina. But it wasn’t so weird around my mom, and I helped her cook dinner, which was fun. I made the frozen peas and mashed up the potatoes and I did really good, and it wasn’t boring or anything, which was neat. During dinner I got a phone call. It was my best friend, Dan. He asked how my groin, which was bleeding at the swim meet, was and I said it was O.K. and it was just nothing and it was all gone away, and he asked if I was still going to go with him and Jeff and Steve and Steve’s cousin, who goes to junior college, and I said no, and he got pissed off because before I said I would and I said no again, and he asked why not, but I couldn’t tell him the real reason why so I said O.K. and he said, "Great! We’re going to get high and look for girls." I finished dinner, and my sister Kristen, gave me a whole bunch of shit about hogging the bathroom and leaving hair in the sink, and I started to cry and my mom told Kristen to shut up, and I went upstairs to steal another pair of her underpants, because the other ones were buried in the back yard along with my pants. By the way, don’t flush Kotexes down the toilet, because they back it up, which is what happened in our downstairs bathroom, and there was a big fight between my dad and my younger sister, Mandy, who is thirteen, for flushing Kotex, and she screamed, "I don’t have my time of the month, it’s Kristen!" And Kristen screamed back, but louder because she is nineteen and really an asshole, "I don’t even use Kotex, you little shit!" That earned her no car for two weeks, and finally my old man got so embarrassed listening to his daughters fight about periods that he left and said he was going to the hardware store to buy some washers for his sailboat. Boy, what would he have done if he knew it was my Kotex that caused the trouble? I was not in love with the idea of going out with all those guys, but at about 8:00 they showed up, and while I took one last look at my face and hair and checked to see if there was anything up my nose, the guys joked around downstairs with my dad. Finally, my dad got sick of them and yelled at me to come down, and I did. I was the last guy to be picked up so I had to sit in the back seat in the middle, which is not a great place to sit. I had Steve on one side of me and Steve’s cousin, who goes to junior college, Jim, on the other side. Up in front Dan was driving and Jeff was shotgunned, and there was a case of Stroh’s beer in the middle. We smoked some joints and drank and talked and listened to Ace Frehley’s solo album (he is the guy who plays lead for KISS), which I used to love but suddenly did not love anymore, and I think I would have rather listened to Fleetwood Mac or Chuck Mangione or the Bee Gees, but even though I didn’t like the music, I still sort of sang along with it like my sisters do. Jim told me to shut up. It hurt my feelings real bad, and I almost wanted to cry. I was real quiet (except for singing that time) because my vagina was sort of pulsating and throbbing. I think it was doing that because of the Kotex being up there before, and also my butt was in pain. Everybody wanted to know why I was so quiet and I said I didn’t feel too good. I you ever want a bunch of guys my age to leave you alone, don’t tell them you don’t feel too good, because if they know that something is wrong they will attack you and take advantage of you and try to make you feel worse, which is just what Jeff did when he turned around in the seat and looked right at my face and said, "Ass Patrol on alert!" "Alright!" Dan shouted. And I freaked out inside. Ass Patrol is the same as mooning, and mooning is hanging your ass out of a car window, and I couldn’t hang my ass out of the window because (a) I was wearing my sister’s underpants, and (b) the vagina was right in front of my ass. "It’s your turn, Larry," Dan said. "Flash flesh." "I can’t," I said. "I have a cold." "Bullshit!" "Fuck you!" No matter how much I said no they said yes, and they would have pulled my pants down and shoved my ass out (they were so drunk and high), and the dangerous part about that is when you are going sixty-five miles an hour and a bunch of drunk guys are trying to get your butt out the window, you can fall out and die or get into a crash and have to die with your pants down and have people laugh at you for the rest of your life—and even laugh louder when you have a vagina! So I said I would do it then. On top of everything terrible that had happened, Steve’s cousin said, "Why don’t we moon the drive-in window at the Burger King?" Everybody through that was the coolest thing they ever heard, and we turned around and headed back for the Burger King. One good thing was that it gave me time to figure out how to put my ass out without revealing my sister’s underpants or the vagina and also to get my pants ready so that I could do it quietly and get it over with. Except everything got fucked up because Dan was too busy trying to watch and not busy enough driving, and he crashed into the Burger King and I flew forward into the front seat and I hit my head on the ashtray. I knew I was in big trouble because I could see four faces staring at the beaver I was flashing. "It’s a cunt!" "Larry’s got a cunt!" "It’s real!" I didn’t do anything except almost shit in my pants, which were down by my knees. And do you know what else? All the people who worked at the Burger King were crowded in the window looking at my vagina. I think they must have thought I was a girl but still, shit, that’s super embarrassing! Dan suddenly got smart and saw that he was going to get into trouble for hitting a Burger King, so he pulled out into the street and swerved to miss a car and we were gone. "Far out!" Steve said. "It’s incredible, look at it!" I just laid there, mainly because of the position I was in I couldn’t do anything else. My head was down on the floor and my back was on the beer and my legs were hanging over the back seat, and there was a guy on either side of me and two guys in the back about a foot from my vagina, just staring like morons. Then the guy from junior college reached out and touched it. "Get out of there!" I screamed! "Where’s your dork?" Jeff asked me. "What’s happened to you?" Dan said. Then the guy from junior college tried to open my legs up, and I kicked him but he just started laughing like an animal and then he made me faint when he said, "Let’s fuck Larry!" Oh, God! I was in deep-shit trouble! When I woke up, the car was parked at the golf course and my pants were completely off. I tried to get up but no one would help me. "You can’t fuck me!" I said. "I am a guy!" That sort of slowed them down, and they were all quiet for a minute and then Dan said that I was right. But then Jeff said, "If he’s a guy, what’s he doing with that!" "You know what?" Steve said, like he suddenly figured out what was going on but he really didn’t, "Larry’s a girl who’s been pretending to be a guy and has always been girl!" "I have not," I said. "You guys have seen my…" Nope, I never had gym with any of those guys and as far as I knew they never saw my "thing" out in the open, and it didn’t make any difference because they were so drunk and high that I think I could have been a zebra and they wouldn’t have known it. "I don’t want to take any chances on being a homo," Dan said. "It’s a vagina, dumb shit!" Jeff said. "You can’t be a homo if it’s a vagina." "Yeah," Dan said, "I guess so." "Let’s do it," Steve said. "Is it O.K. with you, Larry?" "No!" I screamed! I was scared shit and I was struggling like crazy and normally I could have whipped those guys in about one and a half minutes, but I just didn’t have any muscles left. I have to admit this and it’s really gross and disgusting and horrible and a nightmare but…my friends all fucked me. Everything worked out O.K., I guess. I never talked to those guys again and they never talked to me, either, and then my Dad got transferred to California and we moved there in the summer, so I don’t know what happened to them, except I heard that Steve’s cousin joined the navy and got thrown out for setting fire to a guy’s bed. The vagina went away after a few months. The "little thing" just got bigger and bigger until one day it was my regular guy’s thing again. It doesn’t bother me any more that I had the vagina. I mean, it didn’t make me insane or anything. I guess the worst thing that happened was that I had to use up most of my money I was saving for new skis and waste my Easter vacation having to get an abortion. THE END



That is some crazy ass fiction.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Aug 07 2009 09:33 AM

This guy wrote "Beethoven"? THIS guy?

This stuff is the tits.

Vic Sage
Aug 07 2009 09:35 AM

for more on Hughes (including a filmography):

http://cranepoolforum.qwknetllc.com/php ... 920#301920

a beautiful blogpost on VANITY FAIR about the impact of Hughes on a young girl and the relationship that evolved from their correspondence:

http://wellknowwhenwegetthere.blogspot. ... ughes.html

metirish
Aug 07 2009 09:47 AM

Great link Vic , what a wonderful l story.

Valadius
Aug 11 2009 06:27 AM

Eunice Kennedy Shriver, 88.

Frayed Knot
Aug 11 2009 07:07 AM

Leaving only the two youngest, Senator Ted (78) and sister Jean (81), of the 9 children of Joe & Rose.

Nymr83
Aug 11 2009 07:58 AM

Eunice Kennedy Shriver was the founder of the Special Olympics (just in case you wanted to know something about her besides who she was related to)

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Aug 11 2009 10:36 AM

[quote="Nymr83":140ivoqi]Eunice Kennedy Shriver was the founder of the Special Olympics (just in case you wanted to know something about her besides who she was related to)[/quote:140ivoqi]

Between that, and Sargent's being founder of the Peace Corps, their kids must have felt some intense pressure to live up to.

Edgy DC
Aug 11 2009 10:37 AM

Willy "Mink" DeVille, 59 --- leader of the houseband at CBGB, Oscar nominee, and fashion inspiraton for Pirates of the Caribbean.

TransMonk
Aug 13 2009 10:31 AM

Ouch...a man who contributed as much to recorded music as anyone.

Les Paul, 94.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090813/ap_ ... t_les_paul

Edgy DC
Aug 13 2009 11:37 AM

Even Willy DeVille played a Les.

Valadius
Aug 13 2009 11:51 AM

You're shitting me. I honestly thought Les Paul would live forever.

A Boy Named Seo
Aug 13 2009 12:00 PM

I saw Les Paul play at some bar in Manhattan in '05, so I guess he was 90 at the time, and still doing 2 shows a day. He was slick as ever and flirted with every chick on stage and in the small crowd, too. I don't think I've every been that spry, so no real point in hoping I'm that spry at 90.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Aug 13 2009 12:21 PM

I've been telling myself for years that I'd go to the Iridium to catch his act one of these nights.

Note to self: If you want to see a 94-year-old guy in concert, decide and act quickly.

Benjamin Grimm
Aug 13 2009 12:55 PM

[quote="Valadius":26jjm60a]I honestly thought Les Paul would live forever.[/quote:26jjm60a]

I doubt that that outcome was ever very likely.

Benjamin Grimm
Aug 14 2009 08:13 AM

They're still airing Billy Mays commercials. (He was just pitching "Jupiter Jack" on the Game Show Network.)

metirish
Aug 14 2009 08:23 AM

[quote="Benjamin Grimm":22u7p2qm]They're still airing Billy Mays commercials. (He was just pitching "Jupiter Jack" on the Game Show Network.)[/quote:22u7p2qm]

Can he still shout like he used to.......


Speaking of these infomercials , I recently stumbled upon the "magic bullet" one and was drawn in and watched it for nearly an hour.


it was very early in the morning.

seawolf17
Aug 14 2009 08:28 AM

[quote="metirish":2sl06hza][quote="Benjamin Grimm":2sl06hza]They're still airing Billy Mays commercials. (He was just pitching "Jupiter Jack" on the Game Show Network.)[/quote:2sl06hza] Can he still shout like he used to.......[/quote:2sl06hza]
Well, considering he's technically dead, no. But I'm sure they play the ads at the same volume they always have.

Valadius
Aug 14 2009 03:35 PM

I saw the Jupiter Jack commercial as well. Very eerie.

metirish
Aug 18 2009 10:35 AM

Robert Novak dead at 78...wow

cable won't be the same

Frayed Knot
Aug 20 2009 11:47 AM

Don Hewitt, longtime head of '60 Minutes' -- 86, pancreatic cancer.

metirish
Aug 26 2009 08:53 AM

R.I.P . Ted

sharpie
Aug 27 2009 07:16 AM

Songwriter Ellie Greenwich (Leader of the Pack; River Deep, Mountain High among many others).

Edgy DC
Aug 27 2009 07:21 AM

Oh, shit.

Ellie dated my Godfather before he married my aunt. I'm a big Ellie fan.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Aug 31 2009 01:12 PM

Played piano on "Mother & Child Reunion" and "Bridge Over Troubled Water"
Award-winning keyboardist Knechtel dead at 69 (AP) – Aug 23, 2009 YAKIMA, Wash. — Larry Knechtel, a Grammy award-winning keyboardist who accompanied big-name musicians such as Elvis Presley, Ray Charles and the Dixie Chicks, is dead at 69. Knechtel, who moved to Yakima in 2003, died Thursday at Yakima Valley Memorial Hospital of an apparent heart attack. His death was confirmed by a spokesman for Valley Hills Funeral Home. Knechtel was born in Bell, Calif., and performed live and in studio recordings with a wide range of artists, including Neil Diamond, Randy Newman, Ray Charles, The Beach Boys, The Doors, Elvis Presley, Hank Williams Jr. and Elvis Costello. He earned a Grammy award for his arrangement of Simon and Garfunkel's "Bridge Over Troubled Water," played keyboard on the Dixie Chicks' Grammy award-winning album "Taking the Long Way" and performed on the Hammond organ for the group's tour of the same name. "Larry's resume is a history lesson in great American music all unto itself," the Dixie Chicks wrote on their Web site. "The term 'legendary musician' isn't an overstatement when talking about a multi-instrumentalist who can be heard on some of music's most legendary recordings." Blues singer and guitar player Wayman Chapman, a friend and frequent performing partner, said Knechtel had seemed to be in good health following a recent trip to Italy with his wife, Vickie, and a grandson. "He told me in '03 that he needed to think about retiring, but since then he'd been going like gangbusters," Chapman said. Other survivors include Knechtel's mother, Edna Knechtel; a son, Lonnie, of Ferndale; a daughter, Shelli Kokenge, of Gleed; brothers Don Knechtel of Alabama and Bob Knechtel of California; and three grandchildren.

sharpie
Aug 31 2009 01:22 PM

Knechtel also played a memorable bass line on the Byrds' Mr. Tambourine Man.

On the debit side, he was the keyboard player for Bread.

Edgy DC
Aug 31 2009 02:33 PM

There are worse things than Bread. Some would give anything they own to have Bread back again.

sharpie
Aug 31 2009 03:26 PM

Don't know who those people are. For me, I'll be happy to never hear "Baby I'm a Want You" again.

Frayed Knot
Sep 12 2009 05:05 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Larry Gelbart - 81, of cancer. "Which kind of cancer" his wife was asked. "The lethal kind" Gelbart wrote with the Sid Caeser show team. And later on M*A*SH (the TV series). Also 'Tootsie' and others.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Sep 13 2009 07:22 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Teddy, 12, fall while sniffing glue, E. 29th St. Kathy 11, overdose Bobby, 14 leukemia G-berg, Georgie, hepatitis, Upper Manhattan Sly, gunshot wound, Vietnam Bobby*, ingesting lye, wedding night Mary, fall from hotel room Bobby**, self-administered hanging, Tombs Judy, hit by subway train Eddy, jugular vein bleeding Tony, pushed from a roof by Herbie Brian, murdered by bikers Jim Carroll, 60, heart attack * - different Bobby ** - a third Bobby This one is for you, my brother [url]http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/14/books/14carroll.html?_r=1

Edgy DC
Sep 13 2009 08:32 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Wow.

TransMonk
Sep 14 2009 07:14 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

That sucks. I'll have to watch Basketball Diaries again in memoriam.

metirish
Sep 14 2009 07:22 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

R.I.P. Jim Carroll , In interviews he seemed like a fascinating person.

Valadius
Sep 14 2009 05:28 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Jody Powell, Carter press secretary, 65.

Benjamin Grimm
Sep 14 2009 06:34 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Various outlets are reporting that actor Patrick Swayze has passed away at 57, after a struggle with pancreatic cancer. The star, best known as the star of Dirty Dancing and Ghost, was diagnosed with the illness in March 2008.

dgwphotography
Sep 14 2009 06:46 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="Benjamin Grimm"]
Various outlets are reporting that actor Patrick Swayze has passed away at 57, after a struggle with pancreatic cancer. The star, best known as the star of Dirty Dancing and Ghost, was diagnosed with the illness in March 2008.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_obit_swayze

themetfairy
Sep 14 2009 07:16 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

That makes me very sad. I really had a thing for him right after Dirty Dancing. RIP Patrick :(

metirish
Sep 14 2009 07:23 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

A bad few days in the death biz. I really liked Swayze and must have watched Road House a dozen times by age 19....in fact I liked most of his early work...Red Dawn......Next of Kin.... absolutely loved Uncommon Valor and of course Dirty Dancing. RIP

Chad Ochoseis
Sep 14 2009 08:20 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

The grim reaper also picked up Nobel Peace Prize winner Norman Borlaug in this wave. And he's awfully pissed off, because Norman spent his life figuring out how to get more food from less soil, thereby reducing malnutrition and making grim reaping that much more difficult.

Edgy DC
Sep 15 2009 05:35 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="TransMonk":15rq7cie]That sucks. I'll have to watch Basketball Diaries again in memoriam.[/quote:15rq7cie] Didn't like the movie at all at all.

metirish
Sep 15 2009 07:42 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Shocking news in London , Darren Sutherland (27) a Bronze medalist for Ireland at the Beijing games was found by his manager hanged in his Bromley south London flat . Sutherland turned pro after the Beijing games and won his first four pro fights, he was a three time National Champion of Ireland. It's really sad and again highlights the problem of suicide among young Irish men.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Sep 15 2009 07:44 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Jayzus.

metirish
Sep 15 2009 07:48 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

His manager Frank Maloney upon finding him collapsed and is being treated for a heart attack. Sutherland in the past suffered from depression , no one is saying that has anything to do with this but.....

MFS62
Sep 15 2009 07:59 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="metirish":3s337npk]A bad few days in the death biz. I really liked Swayze and must have watched Road House a dozen times by age 19....in fact I liked most of his early work...Red Dawn......Next of Kin.... absolutely loved Uncommon Valor and of course Dirty Dancing. RIP[/quote:3s337npk] Patrick, You were so multi-talented. I thought you'd be bigger. (Right, Irish?) Rest in Peace. Later

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Sep 15 2009 08:37 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="Edgy DC":25edyi7w][quote="TransMonk":25edyi7w]That sucks. I'll have to watch Basketball Diaries again in memoriam.[/quote:25edyi7w] Didn't like the movie at all at all.[/quote:25edyi7w] It's a nugget of crap crap. Hell, just pick up the book again; it's none too long-- a long commute's worth of Holden Caufield-with-a-crossover.

sharpie
Sep 15 2009 08:59 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Agree with crap crap Basketball Diaries movie. Read his books, listen to his music, skip the flick. Also dead is Jody Powell, Jimmy Carter's press secretary.

Benjamin Grimm
Sep 15 2009 09:01 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Only people within range of KYW-1060 will know this one, but Fred Sherman died the other day at age 86. (His catchphrase was "I'm Fred Sherrrrrrrrrman")

RealityChuck
Sep 16 2009 07:14 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Henry Gibson, from the original Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In died at 73 of cancer. His best-known bit from the show was when he recited poetry holding an oversized flower. He was also very good at performing dark characters like Haven Hamilton in Robert Altman's Nashville and the sinister Dr. Verringer in Altman's The Long Goodbye.

Fman99
Sep 16 2009 07:59 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="RealityChuck"]Henry Gibson, from the original Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In died at 73 of cancer. His best-known bit from the show was when he recited poetry holding an oversized flower. He was also very good at performing dark characters like Haven Hamilton in Robert Altman's Nashville and the sinister Dr. Verringer in Altman's The Long Goodbye.

Not to mention the extremely awesome and creepy Dr. Klopek in the much overlooked "The 'burbs" (1989).

Frayed Knot
Sep 16 2009 08:03 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Mary Travers (of Peter, Paul and ...) 72 - Leukemia http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32886244/ns ... ent-music/

smg58
Sep 17 2009 10:33 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="Fman99"][quote="RealityChuck"]Henry Gibson, from the original Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In died at 73 of cancer. His best-known bit from the show was when he recited poetry holding an oversized flower. He was also very good at performing dark characters like Haven Hamilton in Robert Altman's Nashville and the sinister Dr. Verringer in Altman's The Long Goodbye.

Not to mention the extremely awesome and creepy Dr. Klopek in the much overlooked "The 'burbs" (1989). And the head Illinois Nazi in The Blues Brothers.

smg58
Sep 18 2009 08:02 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[url]http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/newsday/obituary.aspx?n=hon-thomas-m-muldoon&pid=133035192 Thomas Muldoon, father of patchyfogg, former mayor of Williston Park NY.

Fman99
Sep 18 2009 10:31 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="smg58"][quote="Fman99"][quote="RealityChuck"]Henry Gibson, from the original Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In died at 73 of cancer. His best-known bit from the show was when he recited poetry holding an oversized flower. He was also very good at performing dark characters like Haven Hamilton in Robert Altman's Nashville and the sinister Dr. Verringer in Altman's The Long Goodbye.

Not to mention the extremely awesome and creepy Dr. Klopek in the much overlooked "The 'burbs" (1989). And the head Illinois Nazi in The Blues Brothers. Agreed - he was the best of the Illinois Nazis and it's not even close.

TheOldMole
Sep 19 2009 01:22 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Irving Kristol, godfather of neoconservatism and one of the main characters in Nick and Jake.

Frayed Knot
Sep 28 2009 06:56 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Hope the obit writers all used the proper syntax and tenses in their stories. William Safire - 79

Edgy DC
Sep 28 2009 07:19 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Safire's greatest hit.

Frayed Knot
Sep 29 2009 12:21 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Lucy's in the sky Lucy Vodden, 46, who provided the inspiration for the Beatles' classic song "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds," has died after a long battle with lupus. Mrs. Vodden's connection to the Beatles dates to her childhood friendship with schoolmate Julian Lennon, John Lennon's son. Julian Lennon, then 4 years old, came home from school one day with a drawing, showed it to his father and said it was "Lucy in the sky with diamonds."

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 06 2009 09:12 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Bill Bartolin, guitarist for 70s Cheap Tricksters Blue Ash. Check out their snappy cover of a Dylan song. I mean, snappy [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81zUmlf8MQI

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 09 2009 10:19 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

I vaguely remember this guy as an Astro.
Former MLB P Powell dies of self-inflicted gunshot (AP) HOUSTON — A sheriff's official in Georgia says former major league pitcher Brian Powell has died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. He was 35. Capt. Liz Crowley of the Decatur County Sheriff's Office says Powell died Monday at a hospital in Tallahassee, Fla. Powell was from Bainbridge, Ga. Powell was 7-18 with a 5.94 ERA in 59 games for Detroit, Houston, San Francisco and Philadelphia. He last pitched in the majors with the Phillies in 2004, and spent 2005 in Triple-A for Washington. Powell is survived by his wife and three children.

Edgy DC
Oct 09 2009 10:32 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Shit. A recent baseball passing. Bad week for the Tigers.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 12 2009 07:58 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Steve Ferguson, original guitarist and co-founder of NRBQ.

Edgy DC
Oct 12 2009 08:23 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

NRBQ --- there's an act that should get Rock And Roll Hall of Fame consideration. Steve Ferguson: never the healthiest looking of individuals.

Frayed Knot
Oct 12 2009 08:26 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

I saw them a whole buncha years ago at some club in NYC although I forget which one. Roseland maybe. Fun stuff. IIRC it was right around when their 'Captain Lou Albano' tribute was new-ish.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 12 2009 08:30 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

I'm pretty NRBQ ignorant, I always knew there was a kinda cultish buzz around them but I never was invited.

Frayed Knot
Oct 12 2009 08:34 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Definitely more novelty than most of their stuff www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJNrsNe54AE

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 12 2009 09:23 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Wow. According to the Internets Lou Albano is himself on his deathbed.

Edgy DC
Oct 12 2009 11:46 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

NRBQ: imagine the young Beatles had Thelonius Monk in the band.

MFS62
Oct 12 2009 01:23 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="John Cougar Lunchbucket":3lknpdzp]Wow. According to the Internets Lou Albano is himself on his deathbed.[/quote:3lknpdzp] Tetanus from that pin through his cheek? Later

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 14 2009 11:42 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

[quote="John Cougar Lunchbucket"]Wow. According to the Internets Lou Albano is himself on his deathbed.

Believe it. Often imitated never duplicated!
Captain Lou Albano, the crazed and charismatic wrestling icon who played Cyndi Lauper's dad in her "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" video, has died. He was 76. Albano - known for his wild goatee, usually tamed by a rubber band, and his half-open Hawaiian shirts - was a wrestling world fixture for more than a half-century. He was inducted into the World Wrestling Entertainment Hall of Fame in 1996, paying tribute to Albano's management of 15 WWE tag team champions and WWE title holder Ivan Koloff. The colorful and kooky Albano was dubbed "The Guiding Light" for his "management" work. "One of the company's most popular and charismatic legends," the WWE said in a statement. "He will be greatly missed." But Albano's success transcended the ring and catapulted the Captain into pop culture. The band NRBQ paid homage with their song "Captain Lou," and he appeared in a number of "Miami Vice" episodes along with several films. His biggest moment came when he teamed with Lauper for a string of videos in 1985, playing her father. The "Rock N Wrestling Connection" helped boost both Lauper's record sales and the WWE's ratings. Albano also played Mario in The Super Mario Bros. Super Show, a hybrid live-action/animated show. No one was faster to sing the captain's praises than Albano himself. "Often imitated, never duplicated," was his repeated self-assessment. He was once a wrestler himself, launching his career in Canada in 1953. He moved to the WWWF - a WWE precursor - in the early '60s, and won a tag-team title in 1967 by defeating a two-man pairing that included Bruno Sammartino. Albano found his true calling in the corner, managing other wrestlers with antics that rivaled anything going on in the ring. Albano's 75th birthday party last year at a Yonkers restaurant turned into a drunken battle royal, with the arrest of one wrestler. Read more: http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/2009/ ... z0Tvv9pEOo

Edgy DC
Oct 14 2009 12:25 PM
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The arrest of one wrestler? Only one? That's almost disappointing.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 14 2009 12:31 PM
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All three members of the Holy Trinity of Evil from Channel 9-Era WWWF are now dead. The Grand Wizard died in the 80s and Freddie Blassie in the 90s.

themetfairy
Oct 14 2009 01:45 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

R.I.P. Captain Lou!

Edgy DC
Oct 14 2009 01:50 PM
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Did he ever soften his anti-messing-with-the-danger-zone views?

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Oct 14 2009 02:10 PM
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what?

Edgy DC
Oct 14 2009 02:17 PM
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Apparently somebody's forgotten the autoerotic insanity that was "She-Bop": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuGSx-2UGjo Captain Lou appears about 1:50.

Benjamin Grimm
Oct 23 2009 07:02 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Soupy Sales, 83. www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33442972/ns/entert ... lebrities/

MFS62
Oct 23 2009 07:12 AM
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[quote="Benjamin Grimm":2eicia8h]Soupy Sales, 83. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33442972/ns ... lebrities/[/quote:2eicia8h] We've got to pay for his funeral. So, kiddies, go into the bedroom where your daddy is sleeping ..... RIP Soupy. Later

Edgy DC
Nov 04 2009 11:00 AM
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Claude Levi-Strauss http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/04/world ... .html?_r=1

Frayed Knot
Nov 04 2009 11:12 AM
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[quote="Edgy DC":12womdw7]Claude Levi-Strauss http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/04/world ... .html?_r=1[/quote:12womdw7] With all that work when did he find time to invent the pants?

MFS62
Nov 04 2009 12:52 PM
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Are we sure it wasn't the pants that denim in? Later (That was as painful for me to type as it was for you to read it)

Frayed Knot
Nov 04 2009 01:53 PM
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btw, I'm surprised none of the hockey fans around here mentioned Bill Chadwick's death last week. After losing an eye as a young player, Chadwick then had a lengthy career as a referee (the sight impairment was not well known at the time) before becoming the long-time TV color voice for the Rangers. He was an unabashed homer in the Phil Rizzutto mold with many of the same mangled language and clownish tendencies - traits which made him an easy target for satire or ridicule - but, at the same time, a truly passionate advocate for his sport and a voice which was as original and identifiable with a team and an era as almost any in NYC. He was 94.

Edgy DC
Nov 05 2009 02:56 PM
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Tom Robbins on Art D'Lugoff: http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninsca ... ff_vil.php I hadn't realized the Gate shut down so shortly after I left town. I blame myself.

MFS62
Nov 05 2009 05:35 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

I remember Chadwick as someone who never called those "obvious" holding penalties on the uniform-grabbing Maple Leafs when they played the Rangers in the late 50's and early 60's. But I haven't been really interested in years, so his radio work doesn't register with me. But, for his lifelong dedication to the sport, RIP Bill. Later

metirish
Nov 16 2009 07:38 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Edward Woodward age 79.......liked The Equalizer a lot back in the day.

Benjamin Grimm
Nov 16 2009 08:29 AM
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I don't know much about Edward Woodward, except that his name is fun to say.

Edgy DC
Nov 16 2009 08:31 AM
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Edward Woodward could see right through you. You may have been fooling a lot of people, but you were never fooling Edward Woodward.

MFS62
Nov 16 2009 08:50 AM
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I watched the Equalizer, but I could never figure out that lapel pin he wore. Later

HahnSolo
Nov 17 2009 08:11 AM
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Ken Ober, 52. Host of MTV's Remote Control.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Nov 17 2009 08:26 AM
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I liked that show.

Edgy DC
Nov 17 2009 08:30 AM
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What hap'd to Ken Ober?

soupcan
Nov 17 2009 08:35 AM
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The initial presumption was drugs, but I've now heard heart attack. He was a friend of a friend. My friend's still trying to find out.

Edgy DC
Nov 17 2009 08:43 AM
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Crapshit. Funny self-effacing guy who seemed decent enough.

Frayed Knot
Nov 17 2009 09:34 AM
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Never heard of him or the show

Edgy DC
Nov 17 2009 10:06 AM
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An inspired satire on game shows, in which the premise is that the host so wanted to be a game-show host that he set up a studio in his (mother's) basement, with the set cluttered with suburbian basement detrius and out-of-date furniture, and with the contestants strapped into barcaloungers with rips patched by strips of duct tape. The contestants competed in TV trivia, but usually with a bizarre angle. One repeating motif was, if you picked a certain category (a channel, which you selected with an oversized seventies remote control), Ken's dipshit cousin Skip would emerge. Skip had a "talent" that he supposedly obtained after being hit on the head by a collpasing stack of TV Guides. He would laugh TV theme songs and you'd have to guess the show from the laugh. Occasionally, while conducting a show with a rollicking studio audience and special guest stars and shit, Ken's mother would yell down the stairs asking him if he wanted Funyons with his lunch. Whether it was celebrating or lamenting what it called "the sad truth about an entire generation" was always unclear. And that ambiguity was tough to wrestle with, so the show would certainly wear on you after a while. Like all good rule-breaking ideas, its legacy is as much negative as positive, as it helped pave the way for the ton of non-musical programming that would follow.

seawolf17
Nov 17 2009 10:44 AM
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Launched the career of Adam Sandler and Colin Quinn. Great show. Funny guy, gone too soon. But hey, life happens.

G-Fafif
Nov 17 2009 01:50 PM
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Most inspired ep of Remote Control was when it became a '70s game show circa 1988 without any winking or warning. Colin Quinn and the Lovely Kari, instead of being snarky, became very mellow. "Inside Tina Yothers" became, if you'll excuse the expression, "Inside MacKenzie Phillips". Great show all around, but that one was a true classic. Sorry to hear of Ken's passing.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Nov 17 2009 02:13 PM
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Always thunk I'dve aced the regular rounds on that show but gakk on the video identification bonus round. I know(knew) a chick who was a contestant and I loved her for it.

Vic Sage
Nov 17 2009 02:19 PM
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i went to HS and college with Colin Quinn. He was never more than the 3rd funniest guy in any room he was in... including an empty one.

Gwreck
Nov 17 2009 11:47 PM
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Showed a couple of episodes tonight on MTV2 and MTV. Great to see things from when MTV didn't suck.

bmfc1
Nov 18 2009 08:53 AM
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Farewell to Sy Syms.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Nov 18 2009 08:59 AM
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An educated mortician is his best customer.

bmfc1
Nov 24 2009 04:49 PM
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Abe Pollin, owner of the Washington Wizards. A significant figure in DC and from all accounts, a decent man. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/co ... inionsbox1

Edgy DC
Nov 24 2009 08:40 PM
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More than decent, to my accounting. I imagine thiis is covered in that link, but when the Washington DC area was at it's darkest --- in the cloud of AIDS, crack, and the comically patronistic government that gripped the city in the eighties --- he was running around trying to light candles and recruiting other millionnaires to do the same. He chose a random struggling school, adopted a grade of students, and promised scholarships to any one of them that would graduate high school, and again, lobbied other Richie Riches to match his largesse. But the amazing part is that he went so far beyond his word long after the good PR had died down, paying for continuing ed courses for women who got sidetracked by families and got a GED degree in their twenties, and didn't get to higher ed until they were approaching their thirties. I may be wrong, but I think he even sprung for child care while these women were at school. In short, he was the sort of alpha-citizen you'd dream your town's sports owners would be. The main blemish on his record --- besides extended failures on the hardwood --- was that he fired Michael Jordan, but even Jordan's advocates merely wished that he'd've let Michael resign with dignity.

bmfc1
Nov 25 2009 07:54 AM
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Agreed Edgy. A rare bright-light in the world of sports.

Edgy DC
Nov 25 2009 09:58 AM
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Here's a brief but great story from two years ago about Abe's gift that kept giving: http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/display.php?id=612

metirish
Dec 04 2009 12:13 PM
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Singer Liam Clancy dies aged 74 - That sucks http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/bre ... king77.htm

Edgy DC
Dec 04 2009 01:03 PM
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Oh, shit. I believe that he was the source of Willets' name. That's both of us who lost the source of our names this year.

smg58
Dec 04 2009 02:21 PM
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And he was the last of the brothers. Very sad.

metirish
Dec 04 2009 02:26 PM
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One of his last interviews http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/mag ... ml?via=rel

Edgy DC
Dec 04 2009 02:40 PM
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At 74 years old, and the youngest of 11, plus a lifetime of singing in pubs, I imagine he died as the active leader in getting beaten up.

Chad Ochoseis
Dec 13 2009 11:54 AM
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Paul Samuelson, 94, who did for economic analysis more or less what Bill James did for baseball analysis.

Swan Swan H
Dec 13 2009 12:19 PM
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Mark Ritts, 63. He played Lester the Rat on Beakman's World, a show that my son and I watched just about every Saturday when it was first on. More appropriately, in the words of his character, he played a guy in a rat suit.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Dec 14 2009 09:01 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

If you asked me who sung and wrote songs for the Alan Parsons Project*, I'd have guessed "Alan Parsons." Farewell, Eric Woolfson, I never knew ye:
Eric Woolfson of The Alan Parsons Project Dies by Sudha Krishna | Eric Woolfson, a member of The Alan Parsons Project has died of cancer in London on Tuesday. Eric Woolfson first gained public attention for his work with the 1970s "prog-rock" (progressive rock) group The Alan Parsons Project. In total, The Alan Parsons Project relased 10 albums many of them hits in the UK, Germany and North America. The Alan Parsons Project issued a statement on their website to honor the memory of Woolfson. "Eric was one of the most generous, musically gifted and knowledgeable people I ever met. He was also - and I mean no disrespect - the most stubborn individual to set foot on the planet - a trait which made him a great businessman. His songwriting talent speaks for itself. He not only wrote the majority of the songs we recorded together but after we had two or three albums under our belts he proved - contrary to my own opinions - that he had a singing voice that would be loved by millions. He never let me forget that I actually disliked Eye In The Sky when he first played it to me - arguably my most famous mistake." The Glasgow born Woolfson broke into the music business as an engineer, working on The Beatles Abbey Road and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon His friend Deborah Owen said: "Eric was very much a self-made man. He couldn't read music but if you asked him to play anything he could do it straight away." "He had an extraordinary gift," she added.
*-some kind of hovercraft.

Frayed Knot
Dec 14 2009 09:16 AM
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The Glasgow born Woolfson broke into the music business as an engineer, working on The Beatles Abbey Road and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon
That's the part of the story I remember - but I wouldn't have known the dude's name either. There's a cover version of 'Eye in the Sky' floating around by folk-ish singer Jonatha Brooke and sometimes a different take of a well-worn song can make for a good 'hear it again for the first time' moment.

Edgy DC
Dec 14 2009 09:31 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

I'm sorry. Am I to understand that Alan Parsons was a titular, but non-frontman, member of the group (a la J. Giels or Spencer Davis) or that there was no member of the group by that name at all?

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Dec 14 2009 09:33 AM
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Listening now [url]http://lala.com/zPDk

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Dec 14 2009 09:35 AM
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[quote="Edgy DC"]I'm sorry. Am I to understand that Alan Parsons was a titular, but non-frontman, member of the group (a la J. Giels or Spencer Davis) or that there was no member of the group by that name at all?

Yeah, Alan Parsons was a guy, also an engineer, also famous for work with Pink Floyd. I presume he's the one quoted in the obit.

Edgy DC
Dec 14 2009 09:38 AM
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Yeah, I remember seeing his name on the Beatles stuido logs, but not don't necessarily recall Wolfson's.

MFS62
Dec 14 2009 10:04 AM
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[quote="Mendoza Line"]Paul Samuelson, 94, who did for economic analysis more or less what Bill James did for baseball analysis.

Memory of Samuelson. When I took Economics, his book was the class text. At that time, we could buy used books for about half the cost of a new one. On day 1 in class, the Professor told us there was a new edition, so old ones might be obsolete and told us not to buy them. I bought the new edition. A short while later, I saw one of the older editions and compared it to the new one. The update? The only change was that they flip-flopped the order of two chapters. All other content remained the same. Later

Frayed Knot
Dec 14 2009 12:23 PM
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It's not just the Samuelson book. Except maybe for a handful of science topics, there's very little "new and updated" in newer and updated editions of textbooks. They get revised - usually around on a three year cycle - for the sole purpose of defeating the used book market.

TransMonk
Dec 15 2009 02:21 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Oral Roberts, 91 http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091215/ap_ ... al_roberts

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Dec 15 2009 02:37 PM
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[quote="TransMonk":1plgooih]Oral Roberts, 91 http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091215/ap_ ... al_roberts[/quote:1plgooih] Apparently, he should have touched himself more often.

Valadius
Dec 17 2009 08:51 AM
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Cincinnati Bengals WR Chris Henry, 26. Dead from injuries from being thrown from the bed of his fiancee's pickup truck.

Valadius
Dec 20 2009 07:47 AM
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Grand Ayatollah Hossein Ali Montazeri, senior Iranian dissident cleric, 87.

Valadius
Dec 20 2009 05:13 PM
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Brittany Murphy, actress, 32. Cardiac arrest.

Frayed Knot
Dec 20 2009 05:20 PM
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That's almost certainly gotta be a drug situation.

MFS62
Dec 20 2009 05:24 PM
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[quote="Frayed Knot":mls6lpmt]That's almost certainly gotta be a drug situation.[/quote:mls6lpmt] I just saw the news photos on tv. I'm thinkin' anorexia or bulemia if not the drugs. Shame. Later

metirish
Dec 20 2009 05:25 PM
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Heroin addict apparently .

MFS62
Dec 21 2009 08:34 AM
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[quote="metirish":afpn75ob]Heroin addict apparently .[/quote:afpn75ob] But now they're sayin' that she was also Diabetic. But the husband is saying he doesn't want an autopsy. So, we may never find out. Later

metirish
Dec 21 2009 09:09 AM
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I don't think it makes a difference what the husband says about an autopsy , one will be done.

LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr
Dec 21 2009 09:20 AM
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That her husband doesn't want an autopsy-- coupled with the fact that he apparently was taken to the ER himself immediately after deplaning a week ago*-- is pretty indicative that something untoward was going on. But he'll never teeeee-eeeeell. *All manner of stuff sneaks into your ear holes and sticks if you leave the local-morning-show volume up a little too loud.

TransMonk
Dec 21 2009 09:24 AM
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[quote="LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr":lzbdtwc1]But he'll never teeeee-eeeeell.[/quote:lzbdtwc1] BOC

soupcan
Dec 21 2009 11:03 AM
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Apologies for digressing but the Brittany Murphy death and the speculation above that heroin was involved, reminded me of this story from 1995. My wife and I lived in the same building the Marback's did. Didn't 'know' them but we'd say hi in the lobby and the elevator. I remember after the wife died, the husband continued to live in the building with the kids. It was always so uncomfortable to be in the elevator with the guy. The story got so much exposure at the time, everybody knew what happened. It had to be a nightmare to be him at that time.
August 8, 1995 Publisher Arraigned After Wife's Drug Death By DON VAN NATTA Jr. A Manhattan publishing executive was arraigned yesterday on drug possession charges after his wife died of what was apparently a heroin overdose in their Upper West Side apartment. Richard Marback, 38, a publisher of a medical journal, was charged with possessing two glassine envelopes containing heroin, which the police found shortly after being called by Mr. Marback to the couple's 14th-floor apartment at 222 West 83d Street late Sunday morning. The officers said they found the body of Mr. Marback's wife, Patricia Marback, a 37-year-old stockbroker, inside the apartment, dead of what was apparently a heroin overdose. The police said that the couple's 8-year-old daughter and 2-year-old son were with their father when the officers arrived just after 11:30 A.M. The children were staying with relatives yesterday, the police said. The death seemed incongruous with the couple's upper-middle-class life: She was a highly regarded stockbroker at Bear Stearns for four years; he was the president of MBL Communications, which publishes a medical journal called Primary Psychiatry. Their neighbors and colleagues expressed surprise that either one of them would be attracted to heroin. At his arraignment yesterday afternoon at 100 Centre Street, Mr. Marback was joined by more than 10 family members and friends, who filled two rows of the courtroom gallery. Mr. Marback wore a white polo shirt, light-blue denim slacks and new blue and white running shoes in his appearance before Judge Patricia DiMango of Criminal Court in Manhattan. Mr. Marback told detectives that he had used heroin the night before while his children were inside the apartment, according to the complaint filed yesterday in criminal court. Mr. Marback's lawyer, Dominic Barbara, said that Mrs. Marback's death was a tragedy caused by the couple's misguided experimentation with heroin. "It's the first or second time they even used it," Mr. Barbara said. "It's poison, it's a killer." Prosecutors said a grand jury would investigate to determine whether more charges should be filed against Mr. Marback. Paige Evans, an assistant district attorney, said Mr. Marback had told detectives that he bought the drugs at West 106th Street and Amsterdam Avenue. Mr. Marback did not enter a plea to the two misdemeanor counts: criminal possession of a controlled substance and endangering the welfare of a child, charges that each carry a maximum penalty of one year in prison. He was released on his own recognizance, and Mr. Barbara, the defense lawyer, said the children were to rejoin his client last night. As he left the courtroom, Mr. Marback was embraced by his family and friends; he rested his head on a man's shoulder and began to cry. As they walked out of the courthouse and onto Centre Street, several people accompanying Mr. Marback jostled with reporters and photographers. After the hearing, Mr. Barbara, the defense lawyer, called the matter an isolated incident. "I think this family attempted to use this poison once or twice," he said. "And now there's a woman dead, who everyone loves, and lives are ruined. It's very sad." Although Mr. Barbara insisted that his client is not an addict, he said he would urge him to enter a drug treatment program. "These are middle-class people, successful people, and there's a poison out there right now," he said. "It's called synthetic heroin." News of Mrs. Marback's death jolted her colleagues at Bear Stearns, the New York brokerage house where she has worked since early 1991. One employee, who spoke on the condition of anonymity, said: "She was a very bright woman, well-respected by her colleagues. We're just shocked." At the apartment building where the family lived, residents were also surprised. They said it appeared that Mr. and Mrs. Marback were a hardworking couple who lavished time and attention on their two young children. "They seemed so nice and happy," Max Yerger, a neighbor, said. "They seemed to be a very happy family, very normal. That's what makes it seem all so tragic." Neighbors said Mrs. Marback worked as a volunteer with her daughter's Brownie troop, and Mr. Marback spent weekends rollerblading and bicycling. Neighbors said that the couple seemed "wholesome," and clearly enjoyed sharing the activities of their children. "They were succeeding by all measures of conventional success," said Robert Sawyer, 40, who has known the couple for four years. "They're absolutely charming. But in the real world, doctors, politicians, lawyers, ad men -- everybody uses drugs or used them at one time. It's so sad."

Benjamin Grimm
Dec 21 2009 12:42 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

I hate to say it, but I will anyway... This could be very good news for Tiger Woods.

metirish
Dec 21 2009 12:45 PM
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[quote="Benjamin Grimm":jcbu7578]I hate to say it, but I will anyway... This could be very good news for Tiger Woods.[/quote:jcbu7578] You think he'll make a play at her?

Benjamin Grimm
Dec 21 2009 12:48 PM
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You know, I should have read that article before I commented! I thought that Marbeck was Brittney Murphy's husband. As Emily Litella would say, "Never mind."

Centerfield
Dec 21 2009 02:07 PM
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I'm not sure how I missed this story when it happened. OD'ing on drugs is so 80's.

Number 6
Dec 21 2009 09:50 PM
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Kim Peek, inspiration for "Rain Man" and all-around fascinating person, of a heart attack at 58. http://www.sltrib.com/News/ci_14043625

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Dec 22 2009 05:23 AM
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That obit failed to mention how excellently he drove.

bmfc1
Dec 24 2009 09:39 AM
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George Michael (not the singer): of the "George Michael Sports Machine"; Islander radio play-by-play announcer; WABC DJ; DC TV sports legend. From dcrtv.com: Breaking: 4 Legend George Michael Dies - 12/24 - First here. DCRTV hears that legendary DC sportscaster George Michael (right) died early this morning after battling cancer for two years. He was 70. A native of St. Louis, Michael anchored the sports desk at Channel 4/WRC from 1980 to 2007. He also hosted numerous sports programs for the NBC station, including his "Sports Machine," which was nationally syndicated. Previously, he was a DJ at NYC "top 40" outlet WABC, where he was noted for his boisterous personality and energetic style. Before that, Michael was the popular evening deejay at Philadelphia's "top 40" WFIL radio from 1966 until his move to WABC radio, where he also did sports work at sister WABC-TV before joining WRC.

Edgy DC
Dec 24 2009 09:52 AM
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George was very cool. He had this great side-project he did, and would share the results with SABR. He collected classic shots of plays at home plate, going back to the days when the photographers would crowd the field for the best angles. The shots often came out of the files of the papers and the photographers unmarked. So he'd analyze the photo until he figure out who all the players and umps in the shot are, what year it was, and eventually what game it was and what play in what inning it was. Here's hoping you slide safely into home, George Michael.

John Cougar Lunchbucket
Dec 24 2009 09:54 AM
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I still have VCR tapes of 'The Sports Machine' from ~1982 or so. We got a kick out the guy.

Edgy DC
Dec 24 2009 10:02 AM
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My friend Chris was a producer/camera man/editor for Michael and had won three emmies (one in each field!) working for him, and his career has been zero fun since Michael retired, left to work in a sports journalism field papered with the likes of Buster McSnarkysocks and Titty Bimboflirts, all of them vicious careerists.

Frayed Knot
Dec 24 2009 10:09 AM
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GM was also the guy who replaced the legendary 'Cousin Brucie' on WABC radio - at the time when Bruce's (6-10?) evening time slot was probably the most valuable real estate in radio.

Edgy DC
Dec 24 2009 10:31 AM
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I didn't know that. That's twice he went from DC to New York and back again. It's worth noting that he gave up his slot as daily sports anchor in protest over layoffs of his staff. A very loyal guy in a field of backstabbers and assgrabbers.

Kong76
Dec 24 2009 10:52 AM
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Buster McSnarkysocks = lol

soupcan
Dec 24 2009 04:09 PM
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The George Michael Sports Machine, every Sunday night at 11:30. George and the Machine were Sportscenter before there was a Sportscenter. I loved his big button. [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQLaO8LqaOA

Swan Swan H
Dec 26 2009 08:22 AM
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Singer-songwriter Vic Chesnutt, 45, apparent suicide. I only saw him perform once - he did a wonderfully tortured cover of 'Everybody Hurts' at the R.E.M. Tribute at Carnegie Hall this past March.

smg58
Dec 26 2009 10:36 AM
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He was a paraplegic as a result of a car accident 25 years ago, and had all sorts of medical issues as a result. He apparently overdosed on muscle relaxants. He just released an album two months ago that was generating some indie buzz. I liked the one song I heard off it. A shame.

Frayed Knot
Dec 26 2009 01:20 PM
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Back to George Michael for a second; from the Washington Post obit (GM was apparently a legend in that town) By the late 1970s, Mr. Michael said he thought his career was fading in New York and turned down an offer by the New York Mets to replace Lindsey Nelson as the team's play-by-play man. [Instead] he accepted an offer at [local NBC station] WRC, which was then looking to revive itself from the bottom of the ratings. I either never know that or had long ago forgotten it.

Edgy DC
Dec 26 2009 05:05 PM
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Wow, could've had George Michael and ended up with Steve Albert.

TheOldMole
Dec 29 2009 06:33 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

David Levine, a painter and illustrator whose macro-headed, somberly expressive, astringently probing and hardly ever flattering caricatures of intellectuals and athletes, politicians and potentates were the visual trademark of The New York Review of Books for nearly half a century, died Tuesday in Manhattan. He was 83 and lived in Brooklyn. His death, at New York Presbyterian Hospital, was caused by prostate cancer and a subsequent combination of illnesses, his wife, Kathy Hayes, said. Mr. Levine’s drawings never seemed whimsical, like those of Al Hirschfeld. They didn’t celebrate neurotic self-consciousness, like Jules Feiffer’s. He wasn’t attracted to the macabre, the way Edward Gorey was. His work didn’t possess the arch social consciousness of Edward Sorel’s. Nor was he interested, as Roz Chast is, in the humorous absurdity of quotidian modern life. But in both style and mood, Mr. Levine was as distinct an artist and commentator as any of his well-known contemporaries. His work was not only witty but serious, not only biting but deeply informed, and artful in a painterly sense as well as a literate one. Those qualities led many to suggest that he was the heir of the 19th-century masters of the illustration, Honoré Daumier and Thomas Nast.
I loved David Levine's work. He was a huge influence on me.

Edgy DC
Dec 29 2009 07:05 PM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

TransMonk
Dec 31 2009 11:16 AM
Re: Bring out your dead, 2009

Seems like there was a lot of death in 2009. Hopefully 2010's thread will not be 23 pages long/