Normally I don’t get into much of the pop culture world that our country is so infatuated with. However, a few things are coming out of this Heath Ledger situation that I find comical. Let me quickly say that it is certainly tragic in regard to his untimely death, but nonetheless I’m mustering up all of my class to poke fun at a few things surrounding it. I’m not sure to what extent the media is eating this up outside of NYC, but they certainly are here. It’s top shelf on the local news, and again I’m not sure if that’s because it happened here or it’s really that big of a deal. Personally, his track record isn’t terribly impressive in my opinion for how much attention this is getti
ng. I guess if I had to rank this I would put it somewhere between Bronson Pinchot driving off a bridge and Tom Hanks getting gunned down in an improbable bank robbery. Either way, people are teary eyed in the street outside of his apartment, lighting candles etc. There is the obligatory pile of stuff there including poster boards, Australian flags, and other psychotic mementos put together in a loving tribute to this B+ celebrity. I guess I just think it’s funny that of all people, Heath Ledger is inspiring this much grieving. Apparently, Jake Gyllenhaal was not alone in wishing he could quit Ledger.
All of that aside, the news coverage has been pretty comical. In an attempt to recount the events the New York City chief of police made it abundantly clear that contrary to some earlier reports, all of the pills in Ledger’s apartment were still in the bottles and not “strewn about”. To the untrained eye this might be seen as an irrelevant detail but in fact it may break this thing wide open. Nothing was strewn about, pills or otherwise, I repeat: nothing was strewn about! Next, upon finding the nude and unresponsive Ledger, the masseuse who found him got the phone and immediately called, who else? Mary Kate Olsen. Was Dave Coulier not on speed dial? My wife quickly informed me that she was his landlord (there is no doubt a reality show in there somewh
ere: Renting From the Olsens, this fall on Fox! but I digress). However, the news made no effort to explain that, and didn’t bat an eye at this report or even allude to the fact that when most people find a dead body, said body’s landlord probably isn’t who they call first. So in all of her wisdom no doubt gleaned from the parenting she received from single dad Bob Saget, Mary Kate was the second Mensa member to not call 911, she instead sent over a couple of her personal body guards. At least they were her personal body guards, not some unknown body guards who so obviously couldn't be trusted. So at this point only two people on the planet were aware that Ledger is likely dead and neither have the inclination to call an ambulance. I’d like to see Mary Kate and this masseuse looking at each other across a game of chess just to watch their heads explode.
Obviously the proper authorities were eventually called and we pretty much are at that same point now. However, if any more hard hitting details come out of the local reports here I’ll be sure to pass them along. We now know that nothing was strewn about, but so many questions remain unanswered. Was his bed made or not? Anything good in the fridge? Had he put away his clothes after he took them off or were his pants crumpled on the floor haphazardly? As a member of the general public, we need to know these things. For god’s sake, were they crumpled!? Hopefully these questions and others are answered before this is all said and done. Until then, we’ll just have to be content lying down at night and knowing that absolutely nothing was strewn about.
ng. I guess if I had to rank this I would put it somewhere between Bronson Pinchot driving off a bridge and Tom Hanks getting gunned down in an improbable bank robbery. Either way, people are teary eyed in the street outside of his apartment, lighting candles etc. There is the obligatory pile of stuff there including poster boards, Australian flags, and other psychotic mementos put together in a loving tribute to this B+ celebrity. I guess I just think it’s funny that of all people, Heath Ledger is inspiring this much grieving. Apparently, Jake Gyllenhaal was not alone in wishing he could quit Ledger.All of that aside, the news coverage has been pretty comical. In an attempt to recount the events the New York City chief of police made it abundantly clear that contrary to some earlier reports, all of the pills in Ledger’s apartment were still in the bottles and not “strewn about”. To the untrained eye this might be seen as an irrelevant detail but in fact it may break this thing wide open. Nothing was strewn about, pills or otherwise, I repeat: nothing was strewn about! Next, upon finding the nude and unresponsive Ledger, the masseuse who found him got the phone and immediately called, who else? Mary Kate Olsen. Was Dave Coulier not on speed dial? My wife quickly informed me that she was his landlord (there is no doubt a reality show in there somewh
ere: Renting From the Olsens, this fall on Fox! but I digress). However, the news made no effort to explain that, and didn’t bat an eye at this report or even allude to the fact that when most people find a dead body, said body’s landlord probably isn’t who they call first. So in all of her wisdom no doubt gleaned from the parenting she received from single dad Bob Saget, Mary Kate was the second Mensa member to not call 911, she instead sent over a couple of her personal body guards. At least they were her personal body guards, not some unknown body guards who so obviously couldn't be trusted. So at this point only two people on the planet were aware that Ledger is likely dead and neither have the inclination to call an ambulance. I’d like to see Mary Kate and this masseuse looking at each other across a game of chess just to watch their heads explode.Obviously the proper authorities were eventually called and we pretty much are at that same point now. However, if any more hard hitting details come out of the local reports here I’ll be sure to pass them along. We now know that nothing was strewn about, but so many questions remain unanswered. Was his bed made or not? Anything good in the fridge? Had he put away his clothes after he took them off or were his pants crumpled on the floor haphazardly? As a member of the general public, we need to know these things. For god’s sake, were they crumpled!? Hopefully these questions and others are answered before this is all said and done. Until then, we’ll just have to be content lying down at night and knowing that absolutely nothing was strewn about.
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Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! Is Bronson Pinchot dead or was that just an accident? Say it's just an accident! His career was like a shining star (old and dusty) heading from Mypos to the U.S. to, well beyond!
Who could ever forget his past performances? I still think his role in "Winning girls through psychic mind control" should have earned him an oscar!
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