I don’t wish harm to anyone, but today had some of the best headlines that I’ve seen for awhile. Some random headlines that popped up today, from Yahoo:
Ted Nugent Injured In Chainsaw Accident.
Kodak To Stop Selling Film Cameras.
Keiko Whale Corpse Could Be Toxic.
Harold Shipman (serial killer with assumed 200+ victims) Commits Suicide.
And my wife’s and my favorite:
Spalding Grey Missing.
I don’t know why, but my wife and I think that the fact that Spalding Grey is missing is hilarious. We know that he is a mentally troubled person, but just the mental picture of Spalding Grey wandering the streets and roads aimlessly…well, somehow the picture makes sense. Maybe it is performance art. We started telling normal jokes, and then give the punchline as, “Spalding Grey is missing.”
“Why did the the chicken cross the road?”
“Because Spalding Grey is missing.”
Many New York Yankee fans are up in arms over Roger Clemens’ signing with the Houston Astros after “retiring” at the end of last season. So, what was yesterday’s New York Post headline on their back page?
I remember a big ad campaign in LA from the local NBC affiliate: “News At 11” and “News At 11” was on every bus stop bench and billboard. One day I drove by the local porno theater and, there on the marquee was “Nudes At 11”.
I don’t know who Spalding Grey is, but Spalding Gray is a beloved monologist and author who is suffering from extreme depression and has made some suicidal gestures recently.
I have a pretty dark sense of humour, but I’m really appalled that anyone is giggling over news of his disappearance. What the hell?
Larry Mudd, I don’t think it’s monstrous. From what I know of Spalding Gray, (not much) he didn’t hesitate to paint himself with his dark-humor brush. Assuming he shows up alive, he’ll probably joke about his disappearance.
I believe Gray, like me, is one of God’s pranks. It would be heresy not to laugh.
Just last night I was driving home on the alternative radio and heard puddle of mudd’s Addicted song with the lines “I’m addic…addicted to you” Of course at Midnight it sounded more like I’m A DICK addicted to you. Hilarityt ensued.