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I had a recency bias thing with Garry Shandling, as I was just thinking of him a week or so ago. I tweeted that John Kasich looks like a cross between Shandling and John Laroquette.
Michael Stipe covered The Man Who Sold the World on The Tonight Show as a preview to the two live events in NYC tomorrow and Friday, and I really like it:
I highly recommend listening to the recent duet album with Merle and Willie Nelson (Django and Jimmie), it's really wonderful. You can hear some weakness in Merle's voice but Willie sounds the same as always.
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Doris Roberts, most famous for Everybody Loves Raymond, has passed peacefully.
It's maybe not my favourite Victoria Wood bit (although I don't know what that would actually be), but this is easily the first thing I think of whenever she's mentioned, so: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNU5KVa_Tu8
2016. The only thing it couldn't kill... was itself.
2016 held out the knife, moonlight dancing off the shaking blade. "You do it," it begged, 2017's fingers closing around the handle. "It has to be you."
2017 nodded. "I know," it said, so new, so certain. Slowly it raised its other hand. "Just look. Look at all those fireworks."
2016 turned to the horizon, where brash handfuls of sparks were bursting across the black sky, then melting and blurring into indistinct pulses of colour. 2016 blinked. There was something wrong with its eyes.
"So many rockets," 2017 whispered in its ear as the blade found its way home. "So many pretty rockets. And they're dying just for you, 2016. Just for you."
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Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
2016. The only thing it couldn't kill... was itself.
2016 held out the knife, moonlight dancing off the shaking blade. "You do it," it begged, 2017's fingers closing around the handle. "It has to be you."
2017 nodded. "I know," it said, so new, so certain. Slowly it raised its other hand. "Just look. Look at all those fireworks."
2016 turned to the horizon, where brash handfuls of sparks were bursting across the black sky, then melting and blurring into indistinct pulses of colour. 2016 blinked. There was something wrong with its eyes.
"So many rockets," 2017 whispered in its ear as the blade found its way home. "So many pretty rockets. And they're dying just for you, 2016. Just for you."
This is TOTALLY a reference to like 5 different things, right? None of which I can remember right now?
2016. The only thing it couldn't kill... was itself.
2016 held out the knife, moonlight dancing off the shaking blade. "You do it," it begged, 2017's fingers closing around the handle. "It has to be you."
2017 nodded. "I know," it said, so new, so certain. Slowly it raised its other hand. "Just look. Look at all those fireworks."
2016 turned to the horizon, where brash handfuls of sparks were bursting across the black sky, then melting and blurring into indistinct pulses of colour. 2016 blinked. There was something wrong with its eyes.
"So many rockets," 2017 whispered in its ear as the blade found its way home. "So many pretty rockets. And they're dying just for you, 2016. Just for you."
This is TOTALLY a reference to like 5 different things, right? None of which I can remember right now?
Gosh, you do words pretty.
D'aww thanks! But no, you're not missing any references, I was just riffing on the idea of abstract concept murder.
2016. The only thing it couldn't kill... was itself.
2016 held out the knife, moonlight dancing off the shaking blade. "You do it," it begged, 2017's fingers closing around the handle. "It has to be you."
2017 nodded. "I know," it said, so new, so certain. Slowly it raised its other hand. "Just look. Look at all those fireworks."
2016 turned to the horizon, where brash handfuls of sparks were bursting across the black sky, then melting and blurring into indistinct pulses of colour. 2016 blinked. There was something wrong with its eyes.
"So many rockets," 2017 whispered in its ear as the blade found its way home. "So many pretty rockets. And they're dying just for you, 2016. Just for you."
This is TOTALLY a reference to like 5 different things, right? None of which I can remember right now?
Gosh, you do words pretty.
You're probably getting hints of Saving Private Ryan
This year really is sucking goat's balls. Victoria Wood is probably one of the life-defining comedians for me. Such glorious, timeless ever-so-sharp observations and character studies.
This blows :sad:
It's all saltwater these days:
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
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Additionally, I thought that Patty and Cathy were twins and couldn't believe it was her playing both parts
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I was definitely not expecting crazy hobo santa there
I remember when all that hair used to be on his head, then I guess was hiding inside his skull until it's finally burst forth
Get fucked 2016
This one hits close to home, man. He was one of my grandpa's favorites.
Loved that guy
http://www.people.com/article/doris-roberts-dead-at-90
Victoria Wood has died
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-36094827
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2016. The only thing it couldn't kill... was itself.
2016 held out the knife, moonlight dancing off the shaking blade. "You do it," it begged, 2017's fingers closing around the handle. "It has to be you."
2017 nodded. "I know," it said, so new, so certain. Slowly it raised its other hand. "Just look. Look at all those fireworks."
2016 turned to the horizon, where brash handfuls of sparks were bursting across the black sky, then melting and blurring into indistinct pulses of colour. 2016 blinked. There was something wrong with its eyes.
"So many rockets," 2017 whispered in its ear as the blade found its way home. "So many pretty rockets. And they're dying just for you, 2016. Just for you."
This is TOTALLY a reference to like 5 different things, right? None of which I can remember right now?
Gosh, you do words pretty.
D'aww thanks! But no, you're not missing any references, I was just riffing on the idea of abstract concept murder.
You're probably getting hints of Saving Private Ryan
This blows :sad:
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon