Tragic Loss

Ok, the title's actually about Fred quitting the race (and maybe soon I'll suck it up, dry my eyes, put on my man-pants, and write about that whole sad story), but the post is about Heath Ledger. How's that for a bait-and-switch! Now, I'm as excited as the next red-blooded American Geek about the next Batman movie (in which Mr. Ledger will be portraying a rather different take on The Joker than the esteemed Jack Nicholson -- and this just might just be a good thing!), and fortunately for that, all the principal photography was already completed prior to his death this week. Notwithstanding his Brokeback antics, of which to date I have steadfastly refused my patronage, he was a fair and enjoyable actor. But after reading a little bit of the news coverage, I just have this to say: if your only interaction with an individual involves a television or movie screen between the two of you, and you ever even think about going out, spending your hard-earned money on flowers, traveling to the place of that individual's untimely demise, and laying them at a shrine dedicated to that person, YOU FAIL THE HUMAN RACE. Please exit now.