A sad day

I had some other piddling little gripes to blog about today, but then I saw the news and thought this was more important. John Ritter, aka Jack Tripper, died. I couldn't believe it. I always liked his goofy portrayals. Of course, he wasn't limited to bumbling characters. I liked his character, Ben, in It, He was delightful in Bride of Chucky, and I also liked seeing him as a demented robot on Buffy. He died on the set of his latest sitcom, 8 Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter, of heart complications. Sad. See the link for more info.

Then imagine my surprise when I saw that Johnny Cash also passed away. Well, surprised isn't really the right word. He had been ill for some time. Disheartened. I was deeply disheartened. I love Johnny Cash. He was a tremendous musician/actor. His wife, June Carter Cash, just died in May. Isn't it strange how deeply devoted couples seldom live long without each other? They're together now I suppose, so all is right with the world.

I think this weekend we should all listen to some Johnny Cash tunes and watch some Three's Company reruns on Nick at Nite and remember how much these gentleman had to offer.

posted by Beth 2:16 PM . . .

Green means go, bitch

I am officially a licensed driver in the state of Maryland. Now I have an outlet for my road rage. I took the test around noon which didn't help our good friend Zeke who had called me at 9:45am. He was stranded at Robinwood Medical Center and I had neither a driver's license nor a vehicle with which to go get him. Now I'm waiting for my junker of a car to be returned to me. My father took her to get the gas tank fixed. I'm growing fond of primer tho, so paint may have to wait. My funds are limited anyway.

posted by Beth 2:57 PM . . .