Monday Thoughts

I don't know where you are, but on this Monday in McMinn County, Tennessee, it's a rainy, rainy sumbitch.

You haven't seen a rock and a hard place until you've seen a pug who really has to take a crap, but doesn't like to go out into the rain. He would look at the rain, then he would look at his ass. As pensively as possible.

Scary moments this past Sunday at Say Uncle's house. Listen to your bodies, guys (and gals). This is not something you want to screw around with.

And over at a Perfectly Cromulent Blog, he hits on something I've thought about, but never was compelled to write about: John Ritter was a fine performer. But shouldn't his death have been an afterthought on the same day Johnny Cash died? Maybe I'm biased. But Pete asks if Ritter warranted the big teary tribute from Henry Winkler (you know? the Fonz) that lasted entirely too long.

It was overblown, because Ritter wasn't that great an icon. I personally rank him along the same lines as a Ted Danson, a Tom Selleck or even a Henry Winkler, a Jane Curtin or Alf: all solid, long-time performers, but not terribly important in the long run.

And it was overblown when guys like Fred Rogers died, as well. Didn't see any big tribute to Fred Rogers. How many people grew up with A wonderful day in the neighborhood? It was nice to see Fred get the final word in the list of famous TV people who died, but still.

Bob Hope warrants a speech. John Ritter did not.

Personally, I'm also a little ill with ABC, promoting the hell out of the first three episodes of 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Daughter: See Ritter's historic last episodes.

Yep.