I suppose no news from Hollywood should come as a shock these days.
But the headlines this afternoon made me gasp. And then feel very, very sad. So much potential...lost.
One story pointed out that two years ago at this time, Heath Ledger was an Oscar nominee. Today he's dead, surrounded by a bunch of pills and innuendo.
The 28-year-old left behind a child, an ex, various friends and family, and a legion of fans who mourn not only the loss of a talented person but of a wealth of possibility and promise.
It's one of those tragic Hollywood "endings" becoming tired and quite typical. What a shame.
There are places we can't return. There are truths we can't deny. These are two sentiments taken from a Brokeback Mountain trailer and a fitting way to say goodbye. Along with a last look at great work...
I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal. ...
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