The Headline I've Been Dreading...

I am devastated. I think you already know why. Patrick Swayze died today.

The news is really too fresh for the proper post that the love of my life deserves, so for now, I'm going to watch Dirty Dancing and cry. I don't know if I'm going to make it though. Right now I can barely stand to look at my DD wall calendar. (If you think I'm exaggerating, please consult any member of my family immediately.)

There's also a North and South marathon in my near future. Please don't interrupt me. Although you might want to call me tomorrow around 4 p.m. and remind me I still have to go to work.

For now, I can only leave you with this. And this:






Only my brothers will really get the significance of this clip from North and South to me, but let's just say when I was about six years old, I ran around the house having fake duels with Bent, exclaiming, "Have a cigar!" and "At your service, sir." (Yeah, I know now that they're not actually saying, "have a cigar." Shut it.)

God, I love Patrick Swayze. May he rest in peace.

Major Oversight

Somehow, the NYT's obit of David Carradine completely overlooked his most important role. What the EFF--how could you possibly not mention this?




Justin! What a bastard.

You might already be familiar with this one from Swayze fest, but since the NYT so carelessly overlooked some of Carradine's finest work, I feel obliged to show it again:



Speaking of Swayze fest, I'm sorry for slacking. I know I've ruined your Sundays without it. On a serious note, I was sorry to hear about Carradine's passing. It sounds particularly difficult for his family considering the circumstances.