George Carlin died. This makes me a little sad. It seems as if he's been around my entire life. I remember him on Vinyl.
And the fervor when he got arrested in Milwaukee. Which eventually led to a 1978 Supreme Court ruling upholding the government's authority to sanction stations for broadcasting offensive language during hours when children might be listening. (This was back when children had bedtimes).
His 4 minute 35 second routine "A place for my stuff" accurately reflects on my lifestyle and how I pack.
I enjoyed him in Jersey Girl, it was a little like seeing people I knew finally all grown up. Which was also a little sad. And his stereotypical funny (but untypically clean) role in Cars.
If I didn't have to dash off, I'd run in and change into black.