Nell Carter, most commonly known for the tv show Gimme A Break (although my favorite role of hers was as one of the chorus in Hair), has checked out at the age of 54.
Friday, Jan 24th 2003 (12:46am)
Joe Strummer, frontman for the Clash, has died at age 50 from a heart attack. RIP Joe.
Monday, Dec 23rd 2002 (9:00am)
And another one bites the dust. April Winchell of KFI AM640 fame is, sadly, outtie. And if you like good humor, you'll be missin' her like the rest of us. Drop her a line and let her know how ya feel - she's still pickin up her mail over this-a-way.
Tuesday, Dec 10th 2002 (8:20am)
James Coburn, mega-star and all around great guy has died from a heart attack. His career produced an incredible number of incredible movies, but the two I'll always remember him for are The President's Analyst and Looker. RIP buddy, you will be missed.
Tuesday, Nov 19th 2002 (12:35am)
Jonathan Harris, the dastardly, villainous yet endearing Dr. Zachary Smith, who caused the hapless Robinson family to be forever "Lost in Space" on prime-time television, has died. He was 87.
Wednesday, Nov 6th 2002 (12:45am)
Legendary hip-hop DJ Jam Master Jay of Run-DMC was shot and killed in Queens on Wednesday (October 30)
Run-DMC, who recently wrapped a tour with Kid Rock and Aerosmith, were scheduled to perform Thursday (October 31) as part of the half-time festivities at a Washington Wizards home game.
Really, after having to tour with Kid Rock, he is probably the lucky one.
Wednesday, Oct 30th 2002 (9:19pm)
Richard Harris has passed on. His role in the second Potter movie was already done but they will have to get another actor to play his role for future films. May I be the first to suggest Ian McKellan.
Monday, Oct 28th 2002 (8:02pm)
With resolution wanting, reason runs
This is not real. We've seen it all before.
Slow down, you're screaming. What exploded? When?
I guess this means we've got ourselves a war.
And look at -- Lord have mercy, not again.
I heard that they went after Air Force One.
Call FAA at once if you can't land.
They say the bastards got the Pentagon.
The Capitol. The White House. Disneyland.
I was across the river, saw it all.
Down Fifth, the buildings put it in a frame.
Aboard the ferry -- we felt awful small.
I didn't look until I felt the flame.
The steel turns red, the framework starts to go.
Jacks clasp Jills' hands and step onto the sky.
The noise was not like anything you know.
Stand still, he said, and watch a building die.
There's no one you can help above this floor.
We've got to hold our breath. We've got to climb.
Don't give me that; I did this once before.
The firemen look up, and know the time.
These labored, took their wages, and are dead.
The cracker-crumbs of fascia sieve the light.
The air's deciduous of letterhead.
How dark, how brilliant, things will be tonight.
Once more, we'll all remember where we were.
Forget it, friend. You didn't have a choice.
That's got to be a rumor, but who's sure?
The Internet is stammering with noise.
You turn and turn but just can't turn away.
My child can't understand. I can't explain.
The towers drain out from Boston to LA.
The cellphone is our ganglion of pain.
What was I thinking of? What did I say?
You're safe? The TV's off. What do you mean?
I'm going now, but not going away.
I couldn't touch the answering machine.
I nearly was, but caught a later bus.
I would have been, but had this awful cold.
I spoke with her, she's headed home, don't fuss.
Pick up those tools. The subway job's on hold.
Somebody's got to pay, no matter what.
I love you. Just I love you. Just I love --
The cloud rolls on; I think of Eliot.
Not silence, but an emptiness above.
There's dust, and metal. Nothing else at all.
it's airless and it's absolutely black.
I found a wallet. I'm afraid to call.
I'll stay until my little girl comes back.
You hold your breath whenever something shakes.
St. Vincent's takes one massive trauma case.
The voice, so placid, till the circuit breaks.
Ten minutes just to grab stuff from my place.
I only want to hear them say goodbye.
They could be down there, buried, couldn't they?
My friends all made it, and that's why I cry.
He stayed with me, and he died anyway.
We almost tipped the island toward uptown.
Next minute, I'm in Macy's. Who knows how.
I really need to get this bagel down.
He'd haul ass, that's what Jesus would do now.
A fighter plane? Dear God, let it be ours.
We're scared of bombs and so we're loading guns.
Who didn't have a rude word for the towers?
The world's hip-deep in junk that mattered once.
Hands rise to heaven as asbestos falls.
The air is yellow, hideously thick.
A photo, private once, on fifty walls.
A candle in a teacup on a brick.
They found -- can you believe -- a pair of hands.
Oh, that don't hurt. Well, maybe just a bit.
The Winter Garden's shattered but it stands.
A howl is Mene Tekeled in the grit.
Some made it in a basement, so there's hope.
The following are definitely known . . .
You live, is how you learn that you can cope.
Yes, I sincerely want to be alone.
Don't even ask. That's what your tears are for.
The cats are in a shelter; we are not.
Pedestrians rule the Roeblings' bridge once more.
A memory of home is what we've got.
Tribeca with no people, that's plain wrong.
It's just a shopping bag, but who can tell?
Okay, okay, I'm moving right along.
The postcards hit two dollars, and they sell.
Be honest, now. You're proud of living here.
If this is Armageddon, make it quick.
Today, for you, the rose is free, my dear.
We're shooting down our neighbors. Now I'm sick.
I can't do that for fifty times the fare.
A coronary. Other things went on.
It goes, like, something mighty, and despair.
All those not now accounted for are gone.
Here is the man whose god blinked in the flash,
Whose god says sinful people should be hurt,
The man whose god is kneeling in the ash,
The man whose god is dancing on the dirt.
Okay, I ate at Windows now and then.
This fortune-teller went to Notre Dame?
They knocked 'em down. We'll stack 'em up again.
Oh, I'd say one or two things stayed the same.
Some nights I still can see them, like a ghost.
King Kong was right about the Empire State.
I'd rather not hear what you'll miss the most.
A taller building? Maybe. I can wait.
I hugged the stranger sitting next to me.
So this is what you call a second chance.
One turn aside, into eternity.
This is New York. We'll find a place to dance.
To characters and symbols, noughts and ones.
--(c) 2001 John M. Ford
Wednesday, Sep 11th 2002 (12:02am)
Ed Headrick, father of the modern Frisbee and designer of Wham-O's first "professional model" flying disc, has died. He was 78. Headrick's wish that his ashes be moulded into memorial flying discs to be given to a select few family and friends will be honoured by his family.
Wednesday, Aug 14th 2002 (12:01am)
RIP: John Entwistle, the soft-spoken and wildly talented bassist of The Who died of a heart attack in Vegas yesterday. He was 57.
Friday, Jun 28th 2002 (12:07am)
Dee Dee Ramone, a founding member of the pioneer punk band the Ramones, was found dead of a possible drug overdose in his Hollywood home, the coroner's office said Thursday. He was 50.
Friday, Jun 7th 2002 (12:16am)
Lisa Lopes, better known as 'Left Eye' from TLC and 'that chick who burned down Andre Rison's house', has died in a car crash. If only she had an airbag taped to her glasses instead of a rubber, huh?
Friday, Apr 26th 2002 (8:18am)
A body has been found in Seattle that appears to be Layne Staley, former lead singer of Alice In Chains. He may have been a junkie, but MAN could he sing.
Saturday, Apr 20th 2002 (11:56pm)
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