315 Dying Breed.


It seems like there shouldn’t be any smokers left in the world now, what with all the people trying so hard to bring tobacco down. I kind of hope they never do, because I hate those “truth” ads so much. Ads like those make me want to start smoking.

Edit: (How odd is it that the title of today’s page still fits this edit, huh? Freaky.) I was playing a little Mario Kart Wii and checked the Wii news channel as I was shutting down the system. Honestly, I wasn’t totally shocked when I saw that comedy legend, George Carlin, had died. I knew he’d not been in the best of health in recent years, but still…

George Carlin’s comedy, especially the newer stuff, always had an underlying theme. It was pretty simple. You can sum it up in a word: THINK. I’ve always tried to think for myself due, in no small part, to listening to Carlin’s stuff. One of the first comedy albums I ever got was Killer Carlin. It’s from way back, before he was quite so topical. In fact, I still have it. It’s sitting with the rest of my cassette tapes; doomed to gather dust. Such is the fate of outdated media storage methods. I think I’ll get it out and give it a listen tonight, for old times sake.