Death, Death, Death, And More Death

A busy day, a very busy day. I met my mother in Marina Del Rey for an early breakfast (10:30am). It was a short drive to Mercedes Grill, where she enjoyed eggs benedict and I inhaled two eggs, bacon and pancakes. After a long walk down a short pier, we headed over to Santa Monica. Sadly, what should have been a nice day-walk turned into a struggle to keep from wrapping my hands around her delicate little throat and squeezing as hard as I could, mainly because she insisted on buying me a new pair of sneakers. And why, because the soles of my current shoes are completely worn out and starting to develop holes? That’s a bullshit reason to need new shoes. Whatever, so I got new sneakers. If you see me around this week be sure to point out how I look like a fag. We did some other stuff, had some dinner and then I came back to Echo Park. The end (of that story).

Gary Gygax, the creator of Dungeons & Dragons, died last week (March 4th). I’ve never played that game, but I respected the guy because he lent his voice to an episode of Futurama. Yesterday, Keith Eberling Sr., the inventor of SpaghettiOs, passed away. Since learning of this second celebrity death, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time contemplating the next big name that will show up in the obituaries. And that name is: Alan Oppenheimer, the voice of Rhinokey on The Wuzzles. Some good news out of Glendale today is that a cardiologist and radiologist were cleared of charges brought against them following the death of their patient, actor John Ritter. Is that guy still dead? I remember reading about how his head exploded or something, but I thought he somehow came back for a while, specifically to act in the movie Bad Santa.

Anti-Semitism is on the rise in America. If that doesn’t make you hate me more than you already do, wait until Monday when I dissect exactly why I hate Vampire Weekend.