Celebrity Death Week

So get this: I was in the middle of writing a post about Michael Jackson when my girlfriend called me up to inform me of the latest celebrity death: loud pitchman Billy Mays. Since it's been an out-of-the-ordinary week of celebrity demises, I have decided to expand this by giving some quick attention to the other famous people who died this past week. Let's start with:

A Barely Appropriate and Incomplete Tribute to Paul Newman

It's odd for me to do a remembrance for a celebrity on this blog for two reasons. First of all, I don't tend to celebrate famous people (only mock) and, secondly, I always assumed he'd never die. He was one of those guys who, even into his eighties, put men a quarter of his age to shame. But here we are...

Clay Gay

Two posts in one day? I've never done that before. But I couldn't help myself. This is big news. Everything your read in the paper for the past 10 years? Forget all of it. This is all you need to know forever. Seriously, strap yourself into whatever you're calling a chair these days. While you're at it, send the kids to grandma's and yell at the dog for no good reason. Also: cancel your dinner plans, dump your significant other, quit your job and terminate your insurance policies. Nothing's important anymore except for what I'm about to tell you.

Hangin' With Mr. Blaine

Endurance Artist (and alleged illusionist) David Blaine is at it again. Yesterday, he began his 60 hour "Dive of Death", which has him hanging upside down over Central Park's Wollman Rink in New York City. The curious or just plain "easily entertained" can go and see him until Wednesday evening at which point he will lowered, examined by doctors and sexually gratified by the media.