Harry Anderson was a guy who spent a lot of time with material that didn't match his talent. But I can't blame him for his choices; most actors would be thrilled to have a dozen years starring on TV.
April 17th, 2018, 09:07 AM
Bonlainy
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I was a big Harry Anderson fan, and Night Court was one of my favorite shows when it was on. Very sad loss at his age.
April 17th, 2018, 09:56 AM
Khieran
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I had seen Harry Anderson do some standup on HBO's Young Comedian Show and loved it, even before he got his TV break. So I was a big fan of Night Court as well.
April 17th, 2018, 01:52 PM
Tinthalas Tigris
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My brain used to always put harry anderson and dave barry in the same file cabinet drawer.
Im shocked.
April 17th, 2018, 05:26 PM
FilanFyretracker
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As of about 750pm eastern the news reported Barbara Bush died
April 17th, 2018, 09:35 PM
Nerkahia
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Originally Posted by FilanFyretracker
As of about 750pm eastern the news reported Barbara Bush died
R.I.P.
A bit of hypocrisy that pisses me off: MSNBC spent the entire night gushing over Barbara Bush, which I'm fine with. But can you imagine Fox News doing the same for Michele Obama or Hillary? Me, neither.
April 18th, 2018, 07:32 AM
Eremius
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Originally Posted by Nerkahia
R.I.P.
A bit of hypocrisy that pisses me off: MSNBC spent the entire night gushing over Barbara Bush, which I'm fine with. But can you imagine Fox News doing the same for Michele Obama or Hillary? Me, neither.
Kudos to MSNBC for doing the right thing.
April 18th, 2018, 08:18 AM
Bonlainy
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Originally Posted by Nerkahia
R.I.P.
A bit of hypocrisy that pisses me off: MSNBC spent the entire night gushing over Barbara Bush, which I'm fine with. But can you imagine Fox News doing the same for Michele Obama or Hillary? Me, neither.
Barbara Bush always seemed to me to be a genuinely caring and nice person, and politics be damned. CNN also had nothing but good to say about her (at least what I heard and saw for the short while I watched it). Fox News is all lunatics and idiots, so anything they would have to say is shit anyway.
Eremius put it succinctly and well.
April 18th, 2018, 08:56 AM
Khieran
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Regardless of how you feel about her husband's and son's presidencies, Barbara Bush was a wonderful First Lady, and deserves all the respect she is getting.
And of course, Trump's statement of condolences had the wrong date on it... because of course it did.
April 18th, 2018, 12:58 PM
PPatty
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Before the time of most folks here, I suppose, but Bruno Sammartino was The Man in pro wrestling for longer than anyone else:
I remember him from when he was a broadcaster for the WWE. He lived a long life for a pro wrestler.
April 18th, 2018, 02:43 PM
PPatty
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He lived a long life for a pro wrestler.
Not for a pro wrestler of his era -- when he started in 1959, you probably wouldn't make it as a pro wrestler unless you were a tough, hard-to-kill son of a gun who was likely to live a long time (only exceptions I can think of would have been the unnaturally large types, like Andre the Giant and Gorilla Monsoon, both of whom died relatively early).
Also, steroids weren't a big thing in his time, so his generation wouldn't be as susceptible to the kind of physical problems that plagued the guys who came after and killed 'em young.
I knew him mostly as the judge and scorekeeper for "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me", the NPR quiz show.
Wait Wait's Peter Sagal gave a great eulogy piece this morning on my local NPR.
Regardless of how you feel about her husband's and son's presidencies, Barbara Bush was a wonderful First Lady, and deserves all the respect she is getting.
And of course, Trump's statement of condolences had the wrong date on it... because of course it did.
Given his achondroplasia dwarfism, the acloholism is not at all surprising, given how painful that particular kind of dwarfism is purported to be.
It's sad, but he never thought he'd live to a ripe old age, apparently.
April 23rd, 2018, 07:53 AM
PPatty
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"Each president in this photo did things I disagreed with politically. Quite a lot, in fact, for most of them.
"And yet I never doubted that every single one of them acted based on core values, including love of country—not, primarily, love of self." — David Priess
Maybe, at some level, they loved their country (although one of their wives publicly admitted she had no pride in her country until her husband was elected). But without exception, all of them sought the Oval Office primarily because they love themselves. You don't run for that job unless you have an incredibly massive ego, no matter how humble you may seem on the outside. If your primary motivation is love of country, there are many more direct ways you can fulfill it than running for president.
(That doesn't mean I'm equating them with Trump, who, unlike most of his predecessors, never really thought he'd become president and just wanted some publicity. At least the others actually expected to do the job.)
April 23rd, 2018, 09:06 AM
FilanFyretracker
Re: The Graffe's Celebrity Death Pool
TBH to survive the process you need "This much ego to ride". I mean you have to love yourself enough to not lose confidence when the mud slinging moves up to using trebuchets and 55 gallon drums of mud.
April 23rd, 2018, 09:53 AM
Khieran
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When I think of former presidents, I may not agree with them, but they always at least seemed to be following what they thought best for the country for the most part. Yeah, not 100% of the time, but mostly (IMO)
Trump is only out for himself and his rich friends. The only time he does something good for the country is by accident while trying to make himself or his friends richer.
April 23rd, 2018, 10:58 AM
PPatty
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When I think of former presidents, I may not agree with them, but they always at least seemed to be following what they thought best for the country for the most part.
I agree. My quibble is with the tweet's dismissal of ego as the main motivation for seeking the Oval Office.
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Trump is only out for himself and his rich friends. The only time he does something good for the country is by accident while trying to make himself or his friends richer.
I wonder. His businesses reportedly have taken a downturn since he became president -- it would have been much easier for him and much better for his wallet had he followed presidential norms rather than blowing convention to pieces.
Highly recommended to anyone here: The Right Stuff, his recounting of the early days of the American space program. (Not so highly recommended: His novels, though YMMV)
He largely made his reputation with this, still the best piece of fiction written on the general subject matter:
Spoiler for Most famous excerpts from Portnoy's Complaint:
Then came adolescence–half of my waking life spent locked behind the bathroom door, firing my wad down the toilet bowl, or into the soiled clothes in the laundry hamper, or splat, up against the medicine-chest mirror, before which I stood in my dropped drawers so I could see how it looked coming out. Or else I was doubled over my flying fist, eyes pressed closed but mouth wide open, to take that sticky sauce of buttermilk and Clorox on my own tongue and teeth–though not infrequently, in my blindness and ecstasy, I got it all in the pompadour, like a blast of Wild-root Cream Oil. Through a world of matted handkerchiefs and crumpled Kleenex and stained pajamas, I moved my raw and swollen penis, perpetually in dread that my loathsomeness would be discovered by someone stealing upon me just as I was in the frenzy of dropping my load. Nevertheless, I was wholly incapable of keeping my paws from my dong once it started the climb up my belly. In the middle of class I would raise a hand to be excused, rush down the corridor to the lavatory, and with ten or fifteen savage strokes, beat off standing up into a urinal. At the Saturday afternoon movie I would leave my friends to go off the candy machine–and wind up in a distant balcony seat, squirting my seed into the empty wrapper from a Mounds bar. On an outing of our family association, I once cored an apple, saw to my astonishment (and with the aid of my obsession) what it looked like, and ran off into the woods to fall upon the orifice of the fruit, pretending that the cool and mealy hole was actually between the legs of that mythical being who always called me Big Boy when she pleaded for what no girl in all recorded history had ever had. “Oh shove it in me, Big Boy,” cried the cored apple that I banged silly on that picnic. “Big Boy, Big Boy, oh give me all you’ve got,” begged the empty milk bottle that I kept hidden in our storage bin in the basement, to drive wild after school with my vaseline upright. “Come, Big Boy, come,” screamed the maddened piece of liver that, in my own insanity, I bought one afternoon at a butcher shop and, believe it or not, violated behind a billboard on the way to a bar mitzvah lesson.
It was at the end of my freshman year of high school–and freshman year of masturbating–that I discovered on the underside of my penis, just where the shaft meets the head, a little discolored dot that has since been diagnosed as a freckle. Cancer. I had given myself Cancer. All that pulling and tugging at my own flesh, all that friction, had given me an incurable disease. And not yet fourteen! In bed at night the tears rolled from my eyes. “No!” I sobbed. “I don’t want to die! Please–no!” But then, because I would very shortly be a corpse anyway, I went ahead as usual and jerked off into my sock. I had taken to carrying the dirty socks into bed with me at night so as to be able to use one as a receptacle upon retiring, and the other upon awakening.
If only I could cut down to one hand-job a day, or hold the line at two, or even three! But with the prosper of oblivion before me, I actually began to set new records for myself. Before meals. After meals. During meals. Jumping up from the dinner table, I tragically clutch at my belly–diarrhea! I cry, I have been stricken with diarrhea!–and once behind the locked bathroom door, slip over my head a pair of underpants that I have stolen from my sister’s dresser and carry rolled in a handkerchief in my pocket. So galvanic is the effect of cotton panties against my mouth–so galvanic is the word “panties”–that the trajectory of my ejaculation reaches startling new heights: leaving my joint like a rocket it makes right for the light bulb overhead, where to my wonderment and horror, it hits and it hangs. Wildly in the first moment I cover my head, expecting an explosion of glass, a burst of flames–disaster, you see, is never far from my mind. Then quietly as I can I climb the radiator and remove the sizzling gob with a wad of toilet paper. I begin a scrupulous search of the shower curtain, the tub, the tile floor, the four toothbrushes–God forbid!–and just as I am about to unlock the door, imagining I have covered my tracks, my heart lurches at the sight of what is hanging like snot to the toe of my shoe. I am the Raskolnikov of jerking off–the sticky evidence is everywhere! Is it on my cuffs too? in my hair? my ear? All this I wonder even as I come back to the kitchen table, scowling and cranky, to grumble self-righteously at my father when he opens his mouth full of red jello and says, “I don’t understand what you have to lock the door about. That to me is beyond comprehension. What is this, a home or a Grand Central Station? “. . . privacy . . . a human being . . . around here never,” I reply, then push aside my dessert to scream, “I don’t feel well–will everybody leave me alone?”
After dessert -- which I finish because I happen to like jello, even if I detest them -- after dessert I am back in the bathroom again. I burrow through the week’s laundry until I uncover one of my sister’s soiled brassieres. I string one shoulder strap over the knob of the bathroom door and the other on the know of the linen closet: a scarecrow to bring on more dreams. “Oh beat it, Big Boy, beat it to a red-hot pulp –” so I am being urged by the little cups of Hannah’s brassiere, when a rolled-up newspaper smacks at the door. And sends me and my handful an inch off the toilet seat. “–Come on, give somebody else a crack at that bowl, will you?” my father says. “I haven’t moved my bowels in a week.”
I recover my equilibrium, as is my talent, with a burst of hurt feelings. “I have a terrible case of diarrhea! Doesn’t that mean anything to anyone in this house?”–in the meantime resuming the stroke, indeed quickening the tempo as my cancerous organ miraculously begins to quiver again from the inside out.
Then Hannah’s brassiere begins to move. To swing to and fro! I veil my eyes, and behold!–Lenore Lapidus! who has the biggest pair in my class, running for the bus after school, her great untouchable load shifting weightily inside her blouse, oh I urge them up from their cups, and over, LENORE LAPIDUS ACTUAL TITS, and realize in the same split second that my mother is vigorously shaking the doorknob. Of the door I have finally forgotten to lock! I knew it would happen one day! Caught! As good as dead!
“Open up, Alex. I want you to open up this instant.”
It’s locked, I’m not caught! And I see from what’s alive in my hand that I’m not quite dead yet either. Beat on then! Beat on! “Lick me, Big Boy–lick me a good hot lick! I’m Lenore Lapidus big fat red-hot brassiere!”
“Alex, I want an answer from you. Did you eat French fries after school? Is that why you’re sick like this?”
“Nuhhh, nuhhh.”
“Alex, are you in pain? Do you want me to call the doctor? Are you in pain, or aren’t you? I want to know exactly where it hurts. Answer me.”
“Yuhh, yuhhh –”
“Alex, I don’t want you to flush the toilet,” says my mother sternly. “I want to see what you’ve done in there. I don’t like the sound of this at all.”
..........................
The bus, the bus, what intervened on the bus to prevent me from coming all over the sleeping shikses arm–I don’t know. Common sense, you think? Common decency? My right mind, as they say, coming to the fore? Well, where is this right mind on that afternoon I came home from school to find my mother out of the house, and our refrigerator stocked with a big purplish piece of raw liver? I believe that I have already confessed to the piece of liver that I bought in a butcher shop and banged behind a billboard on the way to a bar mitzvah lesson. Well, I wish to make a clean breast of it, Your Holiness. That–she–it–wasn’t my first piece. My first piece I had in the privacy of my own home, rolled round my cock in the bathroom at three-thirty -- and then had again on the end of a fork, at five-thirty, along with the other members of that poor innocent family of mine.
So. Now you know the worst thing I have ever done. I fucked my own family’s dinner.
May 23rd, 2018, 08:17 AM
Bonlainy
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The only novel of his I've read is The Human Stain, which I loved. I'm definitely going to read more of his work.
May 24th, 2018, 05:52 PM
Delores Mulva
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Not a celeb for most, but the people here likely know him (especially the WoW players): John "Totalbiscuit" Bain, 33, cancer:
- so seeing that gives some idea how hard it's hit people in the community. The community managers for Warframe, who worked closely with him, had to shut their stream down because they couldn't continue after they heard (Trump shut his down after that clip).
May 26th, 2018, 03:57 PM
Delores Mulva
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The fourth man to walk on the moon, Alan Bean, 86:
But it should be noted that he was way more than The Catch. Clark was possibly the perfect receiver for the West Coast offense because he was such a precise route runner.
I'm surprised that no one on this site, with its roots in a PC game, has posted this one until now. But the guy was essentially a co-founder of Atari and Chuck E. Cheese, which pretty much makes him a father of video games and kid pizza. Wouldn't that make him one of the most significant cultural figures of the last 50 years?
JfC. Just read about Bourdain. What in the actual fuck.
June 8th, 2018, 08:20 AM
Dawlin
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JfC. Just read about Bourdain. What in the actual fuck.
That was my reaction as well. Ever since I heard him on the Nerdist podcast (I believe one of you guys recommended that episode), I've been a fan.
Really hits home when these people who are, by all accounts, on top of the world decide to end their own life.
June 8th, 2018, 10:20 AM
FilanFyretracker
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I wonder if he was on anything, Not abuse illegal stuff but any of those medications that have been known to cause suicides even when used exactly as stated on the label.
June 8th, 2018, 10:49 AM
Tinthalas Tigris
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Originally Posted by Dawlin
That was my reaction as well. Ever since I heard him on the Nerdist podcast (I believe one of you guys recommended that episode), I've been a fan.
Really hits home when these people who are, by all accounts, on top of the world decide to end their own life.
Either you referred me, or i referred you, and that episode made me beyond infatuated with him.
June 8th, 2018, 01:54 PM
Tinthalas Tigris
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Originally Posted by FilanFyretracker
I wonder if he was on anything, Not abuse illegal stuff but any of those medications that have been known to cause suicides even when used exactly as stated on the label.
Probably ambien or something else that is prescribed for sleep.
June 9th, 2018, 01:26 AM
Dawlin
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Originally Posted by Tinthalas Tigris
Either you referred me, or i referred you, and that episode made me beyond infatuated with him.
Ah! I think it was you who mentioned it, actually. I hadn't listened to the Nerdist podcast before that.
June 9th, 2018, 08:32 AM
Merkus
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I thought it made you a racist.
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Originally Posted by Tinthalas Tigris
Probably ambien or something else that is prescribed for sleep.
June 9th, 2018, 12:54 PM
Schezar
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I thought it made you a racist.
Only if you also suffer from affluenza.
June 9th, 2018, 01:39 PM
FilanFyretracker
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Only if you also suffer from affluenza.
I thought Affluenze only made you deliberately murder people with a car(while drunk).
June 20th, 2018, 07:31 AM
Tinthalas Tigris
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As of this weekend, Chris Hardwick's career. The #metoo movement is necessary, but for me, this latest one is absolutely crushing.
June 20th, 2018, 03:45 PM
PPatty
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RIP to Big Van Vader, one of the best big men ever:
For people who can't see the tweet on the MSN link (I couldn't):
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Originally Posted by Twitter announcement
Around a month ago my father was diagnosed with a severe case of Pneumonia. He fought extremely hard and clinically was making progress. Unfortunately, on Monday night his heart had enough and it was his time.
63 years old, pneumonia. My younger sister was bedridden for over a week recently with pneumonia, as was her husband. Scary stuff.
June 21st, 2018, 06:22 AM
Delores Mulva
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Someone call Torcer and offer him a shoulder to cry on - Koko, sign language gorilla, age 46:
As of this weekend, Chris Hardwick's career. The #metoo movement is necessary, but for me, this latest one is absolutely crushing.
After Hardwicks reply, it's a lot of "he said, she said" - I'm guessing that videos and texts will surface soon.
He does, by all accounts, seem very happy with his wife, who has a net worth of about $100 million. He'll be fine and not starve to death, ever.
It's like the Brady/Bündchen marriage: The husband can do whatever he feels like, wife has the stash secured.
I do agree that it's one of the #metoo instances where I went "Aaaaaaah, fuck noooo!" out loud when I read it.
He's always been very open about his alcohol/self esteem issues on the podcast, and I had hoped this was an indication of a person at peace. Perhaps not.
June 21st, 2018, 07:45 PM
Tinthalas Tigris
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Lydia Hearst spoke up in defense of Chris, as tasteful as she could be.
The Nessun Dorma one is amazing. Start at 3:25 to skip to the "wow". That she even nailed the very end after being surprised on stage shows what a performer she was.
August 16th, 2018, 12:31 PM
PPatty
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The Nessun Dorma one is amazing.
DListed's description is a little deceptive. They talk about the time she replaced Pavarotti at almost the very last minute for the 1998 Grammys, but the clip they embed is a 2015 performance for the pope. Still great, but not quite as "Wow" as the 1998 one, given the circumstances.
August 16th, 2018, 02:10 PM
Delores Mulva
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It's "wow" if you consider that's she's 73 in the 2015 clip.
August 16th, 2018, 02:19 PM
PPatty
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It's "wow" if you consider that's she's 73 in the 2015 clip.
Again -- it's great. But there's a big difference between having a lot of time to study the play book, watch film and practice with the 1st team for a few weeks (2015), and suddenly coming out of the stands to run the 2-minute drill because the quarterback went down on the sidelines as he was putting on his helmet to go into the game (1998).