BX

me?

I've got some of those.

teddy bear

What a lie.

Devo or Talking Heads?

what

Nevermind, I'm not outlining the rest of this thing.

Hardcore Holly #5

#4 is Khali Edit: And he's gone.

HBK is #2. Santino #3, and is promptly knocked out by Taker.

#1 is Undertaker.

lol what

Beatles or Stones?

The Cowboys may rehire Dave F. Campo to coach their secondary.

I wasn't referring to you specifically, actually. You just reminded me of something I hate.

I hate it when people change their names often. I'm still not sure who Banky is these days.

Scooter?

That's a good, solid list of veterans. Makes me feel old though, because maybe three of those guys are still posting.

Happy Madison. Enough said. Stain of Shame.

I don't give a crap about the impact of his death of the film role. I actually think that approach, while ridiculous in its own right, is a wee bit more sensible (if cold-hearted), then the "Omg, H.L. is dead, I'm CRUSHED" reaction I've seen from various people. And it's not just Heath Ledger, or the retards on this board, that I have a problem with. We've all seen this psuedo-celebrity worship played out all across the country, for as long as I remember. There is a disturbing tendency for people to obsessively latch onto a celebrity, like Princess Di, or Britney Spears, or Madonna, and form some sort of emotional bond, with these people they've never met, whom they don't even know except throughthe prism of the Hollywood hype machine. It's the type of phenomena that allows shows like Entertainment Tonight, E!, and TMZ.com to thrive. As sad as that is, and as much as I look down upon those types of people, it's the ones who latch onto someone post-mortem that sicken me the most. God, I remember when Dale Earnhardt ate the wall at Daytona, even people who were vocal in their hatred of NASCAR came around the following days, talking about the dudes best races and wearing some hastily-made "We Love You Dale" t-shirts they got at the local flea-market. It struck me as disingenuous and shallow. I think the same thing happened on these forums when the Big Bossman died. 12-year olds who had never seen the man wrestle posted messages explaining how much they were gonna miss this guy. So yeah, my tangent might be misplaced in this particular case, but I think it's a tangent worth consideration.

Who photoshops Batman Comics and adds sappy shit like that? Bill Keane?

That being said, the day after he died, I went into work (at Hollywood Video), and received instructions to create a display of "The Best of Heath Ledger," followed by a list of his movies. I felt it was pretty tasteless, and showed my displeasure by creating the display, but adding a headline which read, "Hollywood Video Exploits!: Heath Ledger's Death." It stood for three hours before my boss noticed it, and I only removed it under threat of dismissal.

What the fuck is wrong with you people? You're displaying a level of remorse that used to be reserved for family or close friends. What's the connection here? You didn't know Heath Ledger. The man never did ANYTHING for you. Not even a measley handjob. And you're acting like your fucking dog died. Is your life so totally bereft of meaningful emotion that you have to latch on to these media-generated "tragedies" to feel human? Or are you simply one of those sad sacks who form a bond with television characters to fill some similar type of void? I'm gonna start calling all you slobbering faux-grieving sycophants Downhome.

Rando is always writing shit. He'll IM me out of the blue every nine months to show me a transcript of something he's done. I dunno why.

Is Nickleback still around? I don't listen to the radio much.