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I Wish Life Hadn't Quit Him

Wednesday, Jan. 23, 2008 - 12:11 a.m.

Heath Ledger is dead at the age of 28.

Everybody says it's an accident, and everybody says it's a loss and I agree with both assessments.

Here's what the news says about him.

My only thoughts are these: My adored singing idol from Keane, Tom Chaplin, is almost exactly the same age as Heath Ledger was, and has admittedly had substance abuse issues.

There but for the grace of God, Tom. Learn from this and be careful with what you ingest.

The other thing is, I had only seen Heath Ledger in his movies prior to yesterday, and until the interviews with him started rerunning in tribute -- I had never know what he really sounded like, with just his everyday voice.

I had no idea how deeply he got into his characters until yesterday.

Damn.

Just... Damn.

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Both WIlliams sisters are now gone from the Australian Open.

Serena went first, then Venus.

Lately, the sisters seem to be kind of off their game, but they've been involved in lots of other stuff.

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Fred Thompson is out of the GOP race.

Too little too late. Make up your mind sooner next time, Fred, old bean.

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Dear Michael Gelman,

Thanks so fucking much for insisting that the song Ringo would have played on Regis and Kelly needed to be half its intended length.

If you had left him alone, we would have heard a really wonderful set.

I want to kick you in the balls. So, don't give me the opportunity.

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All right, there. I apologize for being a crankypants. I'll be all right.

Have a good Wednesday.

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